Chapter 19
Chapter
Nineteen
LENNOX
The hot water feels good as it hits my back. I’m trying hard to decompress after how heavy our pack meeting was, and breathing in and out slowly to release how tight my chest feels.
I tied my hair up in a knot at the top of my head because I can’t be fucked to wash it right now. I’m kind of a princess when it comes to hair products, and I can’t use any of the shit in this bathroom. I really hope Baron gets my stuff here, or I’m going to need to reorder it all.
Come to think of it, I should probably just order some curly product for Cali because her ends look a little dry. I wonder if she’ll sit long enough for me to put a hair mask in. Ugh, I really am desperate to not think about everything, aren’t I?
Dropping my head forward as I brace my hands on the wall, I groan as my muscles stretch with the help of the heat. I hate that my pack members all have some form of trauma, but can see how their roads led to each other. Despite their words of encouragement, I still feel on the outskirts.
I’m certain it’s a ‘me’ problem. I just need to shake this off and find my way. I plan to stay in the shower until I get my head right. It’s not as if any of us have to pay for the hot water. I’m going to soak the sad out of me.
My head tilts as the door opens. I know I locked it. Damn fools are yet again impeding on my alone time. I’m not used to having such nosy people in my space.
“I’m gonna be a minute,” I grit out. Half of the walls to this shower are glass except for the one I’m leaning on and the tile one with all the bottles of hair products I won’t use.
“You’ve already been in here for half an hour,” Ves grunts, shutting the door behind him and twisting the lock to the right. “Arlo took Cali to the park and Baron is coordinating with someone to pack up your room then drive your van here.”
“Ok.”
Breathing deeply, I close my eyes and hope he goes away, despite the locked door.
“Are you trying to teleport me out of here? Because that’s the only way I’m going to disappear, Lennox.”
“It was worth a shot.”
Fuck. Pushing myself off the wall, I pump a healthy amount of body wash into my hand and begin to rub it all over me. There’s this sickly sweet scent stuck in my nose I can’t kick. I bet it’s the goddamned chloroform. Baron is every inch the psychopath he told me he was.
“Is this how you wash someone away?”
“If I was trying to do that, I’d be washing my hair. Because you wash a man out of it when he’s making you insane,” I reply.
“Have a lot of experience with that, huh?” Jealousy coats his words and the hand rubbing my chest with soap pauses. Ves has nothing to feel jealous about. I have a past, just like anyone else.
I’ve fucked men and women for a good time but that’s where it ends. Huffing out a rude sound, I continue to run my soapy hands over my chest and down my torso.
“Do you need an answer to that, or are you enjoying the sound of your own voice?”
Ves strangles his next word from coming out with terrifying efficiency and my lips twitch in amusement. He’s fun to play with. His control is almost iron clad, and he’s just self aware enough to acknowledge when he’s being a dick.
My own hand wraps around my shaft as I coat it in soap, grunting as it bucks against my fist. Fuuuck, that feels really good. It's been hard ever since Arlo perfumed.
“Stop stroking your dick,” Ves growls.
“Make me. Unless you’re sucking it or being fucked, my dick is not your concern, baby. I’m going to have a nice little stroke off to relax and then I plan to order some kid friendly spa products. I have a feeling Calista needs some girl time in a sea of testosterone.”
Leaning into the spray of water, I run my palm over my body to wash the soap off, while continuing to masturbate.
Ves’ knuckles are white as he holds onto the counter behind him, and his shirt is mysteriously on the ground.
Is he thinking about joining me? Judging by the tent he’s rocking in his joggers, he definitely is.
I suppose work isn’t going to be happening today since he hasn’t gotten dressed yet. Works for me.
“Are you saying she’s missing something in her life?”
“Missing? Nah. You do great with her.”
I pinch my nipple hard as I squeeze my cock and I find I’m not interested in conversation anymore.
I want to see how far I can push Ves before he climbs into the shower with me.
Will he fight for dominance? First to be pinned gets fucked sounds like a damn fine game.
Hopefully the walls are steady enough for this shit.
I’ve already forgotten I was trying not to get my hair wet, and I groan as I stroke my cock exactly how I like.
“You’re just going to let me watch, aren’t you?”
“I’m a performer. We all tend to have an exhibitionary side.”
As Ves snarls, I sigh and give the tip of my head extra love. It’s already weeping precum, and I’m very eager to see how long he’s going to watch. While it’s true that I enjoy a good amount of kink, the vibes have to be right for me.
“Fuck.” My other hand begins to tug at my knot, fully planning to blow my load down the drain if Ves doesn’t get his shit together. I love feeling his hot, needy gaze on me and I can smell his arousal.
There’s no doubt he wants something, but he needs to learn to use his fucking words or he can’t play with my dick. Ugh. I think the therapy circle is affecting my brain.
“Lennox.”
“I’m full of cum and there’s no one to share it with,” I tease him. “How fucking sad.”
Ves’ hand begins to travel underneath the waistband of his joggers and I shake my head. To my surprise, he stops its direction.
“If you don’t want me to touch mine, you can’t touch yours. Get in here or enjoy your blue balls.”
“Fucker.”
“Oh fuck yes. If you come in here and present your needy little hole, I will definitely be fucking and knotting it. That’s not even a question. Mmm. I can smell your slick, baby. Why are you fighting this so hard?”
“I came to talk.”
“I’m talked to death, Ves. I need to come. You decide where.”
“Why are you like this?” His hands fist his waistband in jerky movements before he shoves it down his powerful thighs and it falls to the floor.
“I ask myself that every day.”
Ves stalks toward the shower and yanks open the door as I raise my brow. Despite the warmth of the shower, the glass is still crystal clear. I love the magic at hotels and whatever cleaning products they use. I appreciate the effort even more now that it’s bringing my omega to me.
“Sir, I’m a lady. Coming in uninvited?”
“Stroking your cock while I watched was the invite, Lennox.”
“Guess so. Get your ass in here.”
Ves knocks my hand away from my cock as he enters the shower, hissing as the water hits his body.
“Are you trying to boil yourself alive?”
“You’re such a baby,” I chuckle, twisting the dial behind me to slightly less than scalding. My other hand pulls him closer to me, the soap still dripping from my cock.
My hand grips both of our shafts as he grunts in surprise, and I begin to stroke them.
“Fuck. How is that so good?” he groans.
“I have a feeling you enjoy a very firm hand.” I say it with just enough innuendo, enjoying the way a blush begins to crawl up his neck. I chuckle as I fist his hair, pulling him closer until we’re practically breathing the same air. “Your move.”
“Why do you have to make everything so fucking hard?”
“We’re both assholes. Poor Arlo got a pack of dicks and he is so damn sweet. Mmm. That’s it, baby. Give me your slick.”
Ves’ chest heaves as he stares at my lips, waiting me out. I’m not going to him. I’ll happily continue to play with his dick. I’m doing just fine.
“God. So good, Lennox.”
“Fuck yeah it is. I have more fun tricks up my sleeve, but you have to make the first move, baby. I’m right here—”
Ves slams his lips so hard against mine, our teeth click.
I grin against him as I kiss him back, walking him backward until he hits the glass wall.
Lifting his leg up until he can hook it around my waist, I continue to work our cocks with my hand.
Our tongues fight like there’s a prize waiting at the end, and his lips are firm and demanding.
This is so much better than I thought it would be when he finally decided to get his head out of his ass.
Speaking of ass…
My free hand manages to press against his puckered hole, and slick meets me as I push my way in. Instead of tightening up, he melts against me with a sigh.
“Alpha.”
“Oh you have some sweetness in there after all, huh?” I ask, licking his lips as I remove my thumb to push my fingers inside of his hole instead. “You’re a sour patch kid, aren’t you?”
“We already did the trauma dump without the candy, but I would definitely have brought the sour patch kids with some notice.”
I chuckle, shaking my head and moving until I’m grabbing handfuls of his ass. “Up you go, baby.”
He gasps as I hitch him up, my muscles not even working very hard as I brace him against the wall. Fuck yes, it didn’t even shake. This is perfect.
“This is why I work out, Ves.”
I’m aware we could all throw Arlo around, but Ves is a big guy. I’m built like a damn tank and have the strength behind it to back it up. Holding him up with one hand, I appreciate that he locks his ankles at my back.
“Do you want this needy hole to be fucked, or am I going to keep fisting our cocks until we come all over ourselves. Omega’s choice.”
“Neither option should be this hot. I have to go into work today, and I’ll be in a much better mood if you fuck me,” he muses. “I am not typically a bottom, though.”
“Noted. Riding my cock doesn’t make you a bottom,” I grin. “You’re much too controlling for that. I hate labels. Do what feels good. We’re two very consenting adults.”
“We’re more than that.”
I kiss him again to shut him up, and push my fingers into his ass to stretch his hole. I like Ves, I always have. He’s a great dad, a protector, and mine. I don’t see a thing that I don’t enjoy about him, even when we’re making each other insane.