Chapter 5
Scent match.
The words ring through my mind like a death knell. Okay, maybe that’s a little bit dramatic. But if what Deacon says is true, then our lives are about to change drastically.
Unless she wants nothing to do with us, the negative voice in the back of my head taunts me.
No. Not thinking like that. She helped us at the ramp, I’m sure she wouldn’t have done that if she hated us.
But she didn’t seem to react to our scents.
Maybe she wasn’t close enough? Or maybe she was wearing some of that scent blocking cream you put under your nose or something?
Fuck, I wish my brain wouldn’t spiral like this all the time.
“I can hear you overthinking from here,” Deacon calls out from the adirondack chair next to me. His eyes are still closed, but clearly he isn’t napping like I thought he was. We’re all exhausted, but the anticipation that we may have found our scent match has us too wired to sleep.
“What did she smell like again?” Jake asks.
“Like a fucking Bomb Pop, dude,” he sighs. “Cherry, blue raspberry, sugar, and summertime all rolled into one.”
“You sure you weren’t just hallucinating, eager for the festivities to start?” I can’t help but tease him.
He gives me a wry look. “No, I’m not hallucinating, you idiot. At least, I don’t think I am. Though I swear I can smell traces of her on the breeze here, now.” His expression turns contemplative. “You think she lives here on the lake?”
“Maybe,” Jake shrugs. “She did seem like a local. I heard some of the guys calling out to her when she was leaving.”
A low growl splits the air and we both turn in shock toward our pack leader. Dee has the decency to look sheepish about his reaction. “Sorry, I’m not sure where that came from.” He shifts his hips then adjusts himself. One glance at his crotch and I know he’s hard as a rock.
I stand up and saunter over to Deacon. He eyes me warily, but I know just what he needs.
When I get close enough, I reach out and drag a finger over his shoulder and down his chest. His abs tense under his tee shirt.
“You look a little tense, baby,” I purr.
I press my palms to his thighs, then push them open to make room for me before I drop to my knees. “Let me help you with that.”
Deacon sucks in a breath and tries to close his legs, but I hold firm. “Maverick,” he hisses, “We’re outside!”
I press a kiss to his knee, then shrug. “It’s dark out, who’s gonna see?” I reach up and flick open his shorts in a practiced move, but when I lean forward to pull them down over his ass, I smell it. Sugar. Cherry. Summer.
Fuuuuckkkk. I dive forward, nuzzling right into Dee’s crotch over the fabric. He lets out a small noise of surprise, then tries to shimmy back further in the chair. “Mav. What the fuck are you doing?”
I follow him so he can’t escape and inhale again. “I smell her, Dee. Fuck, you were right, she does smell like Bomb Pops. What are the fucking odds.”
Movement to my right startles me until I realize it’s only Jake. He drops to his knees beside me, shoving his face where mine just was to take a huge whiff. “Oh shit. Do you think some of her scent seeped into your clothes when you got in the truck after her?”
Deacon groans. “Maybe. That could be why it still feels like I can smell her here.”
His hips buck up subconsciously, looking for relief.
Relief I’m happy to give him. I pull out his throbbing cock and waste no time, dragging the flat of my tongue over the ruddy head to lick up the mess of precum already spread there.
Strong fingers glide along my scalp, gripping my hair tightly to drag me where he wants.
I eagerly open, letting him thrust into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat, then keeps going.
His other hand lands on my head as he begins to fuck my face in earnest.
A sound somewhere between a moan and a groan sounds beside us. “Seriously? I’m right here,” Jake whines, already stroking his cock if the sound of flesh on flesh means anything. I reach out a hand, wrapping around his shaft and pumping, taking over his pleasure. He curses, but lets me.
“Fuck, Mav, I’m not gonna last,” Deacon warns.
His shaft grows thicker in my mouth and his knot swells as more precum lands on my tongue.
I suck, hard, swallowing around the head of his cock when he thrusts deep.
My free hand goes to his knot, squeezing it, and that sends him over the edge.
He shoves my head down until my nose is buried in the trimmed thatch of hair at the base of his cock, hot cum spurting down my throat.
I try to drink it all, but some escapes out of my lips and down my chin.
“Ah, shit!” Jake curses as his hips shunt forward, his orgasm hitting him, cum spreading over my hand and puddling in the soft grass below us.
When I finally pull off Deacon’s cock, we’re all heaving in breaths like we just ran a marathon.
Jake eyes the wet spot on the front of my shorts knowingly.
I reach down and adjust my spent dick shamelessly.
The whole experience combined with that amazing Bomb Pop scent made me come in my pants.
I’d say it’s a new experience, but that would be a lie.
Sometimes my orgasm is on a hair trigger, and I’m not embarrassed by it.
I get off on getting people off. So sue me.
My eyes connect with my packmates as we come down from our highs, and one thing becomes startlingly clear.
“We have to find her.”