Chapter 17 #2
“You’re young. Why wouldn’t it?” I ask.
Granted, I don’t even want to share her with fictional possibilities, so I have to keep my growl from rearing up.
“I always thought my brother would scare everyone away for the rest of my life,” she says softly.
“There’s being protective and then being controlling,” I reply.
“If we have girls, I want to make sure I find a balance between being a good father and being too concerned about all the bad shit I’ve seen.
I know how fucked the world can be, but that doesn’t mean our daughters will ever experience that part of it. ”
“You’d be alright with girls?” she asks, a shy smile playing on her lips.
“I’m happy with healthy, happy children,” I correct. “I don’t care about gender, sexual orientation, or if they want to walk on their hands to get around.”
Marie giggles, and I decide I didn’t fuck up this conversation. Kissing her nose, I stand up and take the bottle from her.
“Ready to get going?” I ask.
“I think I am,” she says, glancing once more at the view.
“Come here,” I say, tossing the bottle in the direction of my bike. Pulling her onto her feet, I walk her a little closer to the edge of the cliff. “Take a photo with me.”
Pulling out my phone, I open my camera and flip it for a selfie. Behind us, the canyon is a series of crags and rocks beyond the clear water that separates us. Marie gives me a blinding smile, and I smile as well, now that I’m not covering my face.
That doesn’t last long, and I pull it over my mouth and nose after I take the photo.
“We need to take more photos,” I decide, putting my phone away. “I’ll try to remember.”
Marie can’t stop smiling as I help her onto her bike, and I think I just did more than take a simple photo, I may have shown her how good our future can be too.
Marie
I’m both wired and exhausted by the time we arrive at our home in Minnesota. It’s a long drive, and we took less stops because I wanted to get back.
My jaw almost cracks as I yawn, and I drop my head back to enjoy the warmth of the shower. I came straight upstairs to wash away the dirt and grime from the road, and I also needed to put my gun in the safe. Lore and I repacked and changed after having sex in the Black Hills.
I can’t stop smiling as I think about that. It wasn’t just the sex, but also the things he said that hint toward our future.
The shower door opens, and the devil in my thoughts comes through it, looking like the whole damn meal.
“Have you taken out the plug yet?” he asks, smirking because he knows I haven’t.
Listen, my ass is still sore. There’s no fucking way I’m pulling out the plug. I gave him an earful recently about UTIs and he blanched. Now, he’s started to leave me shots of pure cranberry juice to take and I think it’s both adorable and funny.
“No,” I say, rinsing the conditioner out of my hair.
“Such a good girl,” he praises me, enjoying the sight of the water running down my skin. My nipples pebble at his attention, though I ignore it. I’ll never leave the shower otherwise. “I’ll wait until you’re done. I want to make sure you washed well.”
Shaking my head at his words because I’ve been showering alone for years, I run my fingers through my hair, content to find that the conditioner is all out.
“I’m done,” I smirk. “Don’t fuck with your stitches.”
He got smart and has plastic covering the area, and he simply shrugs, refusing to promise anything as he pulls me out of the shower.
Lathering soap in his hands, he turns me so my back is against his chest as he ghosts and massages my skin. Kissing me over his shoulder, he’s very thorough with his work as he squeezes my tits with his soapy hands.
“These would be so gorgeous with a pair of nipple clamps,” he murmurs, pinching the hard points as I moan. “What do you think? We could attach it to your clit and edge the fuck out of you, Princess.”
“I think you’re insane,” I whisper, smiling.
“You’ll see,” he says. “I have so much to show you.”
I lose the thread of the conversation as his hands continue to move down my body. Lore’s cock is thick and hard against my ass, and I lay my head under his chin as he lathers his hands again with more soap.
I’m not paying attention to what he’s doing, simply enjoying his touch, so I squeak in surprise when his fingers push into my ass.
“Need to make sure you’re all clean before the guys dirty you up again,” he chuckles.
“I want to curl up with a movie, not have sex,” I say, though that may not be true as his other hand continues down my body.
His fingers expose my clit before they begin to rub it, and I moan softly at how fucking good that feels. I have a plug in my pussy and his fingers pumping in and out of my ass, increasing my pleasure, despite his innocent words that he’s simply washing my body.
“Lore,” I pant, my hips bucking forward before his smile presses against my shoulder.
“Okay, I guess I’ll be good,” he drawls, pulling his fingers from my ass.
Wait, I didn’t really want that.
Lore simply chuckles as he pulls the handheld shower attachment out and rinses my skin. He continues to hold it as he removes the thick plug from my pussy, and I whine at its loss.
“You have to be very careful to be clear with your words, Princess,” he teases me, rinsing off the plug before he reaches for more soap.
He rubs it along my thighs before rinsing that off as well, and then I pout as he pushes me unceremoniously out of the shower to dry off. Lore’s laughter follows me as I rub the towel over my skin, and I know he’s right.
I sometimes say one thing when I want another. Wrapping the towel around me until I can knot it just under my tits, I bend over the sink to begin brushing my teeth. Two can play that fucking game, and I’m very much leaning into being a brat tonight.
“Fuck me,” Lore groans, watching me from the shower as I scrub my teeth. My tits bounce as I move around, and I can practically feel the heat of his gaze.
“I tried,” I say, my words garbled from the toothbrush.
Spitting out the toothpaste, I spend too much time rinsing out my mouth as I make sure to wiggle my ass more than normal.
“Princess…you’re trying my patience,” he growls, making me grin unrepentantly as I dry my face.
Taking off my towel, I drop it into the hamper before grabbing a fresh one for my hair.
“Oops,” I reply, walking out of the bathroom as I begin to soak up the excess water from my hair.
“Marie, that’s one!” he yells, making me stop as I press my thighs together as my pussy pushes out slick. Fuck, it’s totally worth it to rile this man up.
Shaking my head, I remove the towel and instead use it to clean up between my thighs. Grabbing a pair of sweatpants and one of Wilder’s sweatshirt, I braid my hair back so it’ll be easier to manage in the morning. I freeze as I hear the shower turn off, before dashing out of the room.
“Don’t run! I hear the nurse is off duty,” Lore calls out, making me giggle.
“She is!” I yell back, walking down the stairs at a more normal pace.
It’s almost three in the morning, and everyone is up as if it’s midday. It fits my night nurse schedule, which is odd because I haven’t worked in ages.
I’m not even sure if I miss it yet. I just want to snuggle my alphas and not think about anything too heavy into the future regarding work.
“Marie,” Wilder says, startling me from my thoughts.
“Hey,” I say, turning toward him. He’s leaning against the wall, his eyes on his hoodie.
“Come here, Little Omega,” he rumbles, practically pulling me to him with his voice. “You look good enough to eat.”
His arms wrap around me as he speaks to me, and he drags his nose up my throat as I sigh happily. This is what I need. More of this.
“However,” he murmurs, kissing me until my heels are lifting off the ground. Dammit, why is everyone enjoying teasing me this morning? “I want to feed you instead. Have you eaten?”
I bite my lip guiltily, because while we grabbed dinner before we left, I haven’t had anything since. My stomach growls loudly, betraying my hunger.
“Not in hours,” I confess. “I could eat.”
Wilder snorts, turning me toward the living room and patting my ass.
“Go see your alphas, and I’ll bring you something.”
Wrinkling my nose at him as he grins, getting a feel for exactly how much I dislike being “patted”, I cross the house to where my alphas are lounging on the new modular couch.
“There she is!” Ransom says excitedly, making me laugh as he pulls me onto the couch between them.
“He’s very excited you’re home,” Storm says drolly. “I had to pin him to the couch to let you shower in peace.”
“Lore didn’t receive the same treatment, so while it wasn’t exactly peaceful, I’m very clean,” I admit, cheeks heating at the memory.
Ransom snorts, turning into my body as he pulls me until my ass rubs against his erection.
“Storm and Wilder missed you too, they just kept busy. However, I was banned from using power tools until you got back.”
My cheeks hurt from how hard I’m grinning. I missed the chaos of pack life, despite not being exposed to it for long.
“I vaguely heard about that,” I tease him.
“Ugh. So fucking embarrassing,” he groans, burying his head in the pillow beside me.
“It’s not like you can help it,” I soothe. “I’m way too wired to sleep. I swear, I can still feel the rumble of the motorcycle underneath me.”
“That never really changes,” Ransom says, his voice muffled until he raises his head. “The adrenaline rush will always chase you once you’ve been on a bike. Tell me about Ryder. I’ve never met him before.”
“He’s awesome,” I admit. “Ryder helped me build my bike out on paper, and then taught me how to ride. He was never impatient or condescending either.”
“You’ve had shit teachers in the past,” Storm observes.
“Nursing school doesn’t always offer teachers that are meant to teach,” I shrug. “Sometimes, they've seen too much and they’re apathetic about the job. A lot of my teachers told me I wouldn’t be able to hack it, and that was their version of tough love.”
“Jesus,” Ransom mumbles. “It explains a lot about the hardass nurses I try to avoid. I want to learn more about basic medic work so I know I’m not fucking things up in an emergency.”
“What about taking EMS classes?” I suggest. “This way, it’ll add to what you’ve already learned. You may even find that you have more training than you think.”
“I could,” he muses. “Most of what I learned was on the fly or in prison.”
That information makes my eyes widen slightly. I know they do some fucked up shit, but I didn’t think about them going to prison for it for some reason.
My alphas feel as if they’re above the law.
“It’ll be easier since we’re not on the road as much anymore,” Storm adds. “How long is the program?”
“It depends,” I reply. “They have different course lengths to suit each person. The shorter ones have more information to pack into that length of time, which means they’re more intense.”
“I don’t mind pressure,” Ransom says. “I’d like to do it once we’re a little more settled. I’m greedy and I don’t want anything else to pull my attention away from you.”
I blush in places he can’t see as I think about that. Having the attention of four alphas is intense, and I’m sure now that I’m not in heat or sick that things are going to get even more interesting.
“Do you like that?” Storm croons, his eyes on me. “How far does that pretty, pink color go, I wonder? Fuck yes, I can see it. Don’t hide from me, Kitty.”
Shit on a toaster strudel…