Chapter 28
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
ARLO
“Why are the lights so bright in here?” I grumble, glaring at the supermarket ceiling.
“Here,” Lennox says, handing me a pair of sunglasses.
“People will stare if I wear these.”
“But you’ll smell happier and be in less pain. I don’t care what other people think, baby. Put them on.”
Sliding on the dark glasses has me sighing in relief. My heat made me very sensitive to light, sound, and scents. I want to be touched all the time, and last night I fell asleep with Lennox’s knot buried in my ass.
I think my alphas may have created a monster. Lennox loves my dirty talk, which is often muttered under my breath in the shower or before bed. I love being surrounded by my pack, but Ves is being run ragged by this case again.
His boss is being even more of an asshole than normal, and he has sent someone to get him twice in the last week.
Ves thinks it’s punishment for going missing during our joint heat.
It was intense and so fucking incredible, but my grumpy omega wasn’t gone for very long.
I finally lost my shit when I heard a car was coming to get him this morning while we were having coffee, and I suggested disappearing where no one could find us.
My omega stared at me for a long beat before deciding that was an excellent idea. Long term hotel stays aren’t great for omegas, and I already have enough anxiety about someone cleaning up after us. I would much rather do it instead.
As of an hour ago this afternoon, we’ve relocated to a rental, and while it’s not perfect, it’s so much fucking better than a hotel.
Cali wants to know when she’ll be able to come home, and Ves is stalling.
I know he’s stressed out about the current media attention he’s receiving from his case and how it could affect Cali’s safety.
For now, I’m in agreement with her father, and I’ve been having video calls with her to ease the pain of missing her. She’s my tiny, broke best friend. I don’t care how sad that may make me, she’s a large part of my life and I want to hear about how she’s spending her days.
Her family is spoiling her with paint balloon experiences and ice skating. She still had a blue streak in her hair from her uncle bursting a paint balloon over her head and couldn’t stop giggling about it.
I’m glad she’s having fun. Cali made me promise to try new things since she is, and I have to say that being hyped up by a six year old is a humbling experience.
So here I am, at the grocery store, asking myself if it’s worth making dinner at our new rental.
“I think we need cake,” I grumble, pushing the cart through the aisles. “I need a reward for coming to the store.”
“Huh?” Lennox asks. “Would you like to share with the class what’s going on in your fascinating brain?”
“Shh. Don’t tease me. I’m on a mission.”
“I’ll bite—”
“Promise?” I ask, stopping all of a sudden at the meat section. I can cook the fuck out of a roast and potatoes…
“Yes.” Lennox leans against my back as I look over the meat options. I’m not even going to check the prices. Ves told me to get what I want, so I am.
My alpha kisses down my neck until he reaches my bite mark.
He completed our bond while he was rutting his knot into me from behind several hours into my heat.
It’s all I could think about, all I wanted, and I passed out as he held me.
I woke up to Lennox continuing to thrust into me as I was cradled against him with my back against his chest, his lips spread wide with pride.
My pack wants me.
“Pinch me.” I am still having trouble believing this is my life.
Lennox’ hand ghosts down my side, his body hiding me from any prying eyes we may scandalize. His fingers pinch my ass, while his other hand covers my mouth to stifle my yelp.
“I’m still here,” he chuckles. “Share the vision, sweet boy. I know we’re here because you’re planning to cook for us. Explain the menu so I can help.”
“Mmhmmph.” His hand is still over my mouth, and he chuckles as he lifts it.
Lennox did it just in time, too. I would have licked his palm otherwise.
“I want to make a roast, potatoes, and box cake. I don’t completely trust myself to bake something from scratch when I feel this twitchy. I think I’ll mess it up.”
“That sounds delicious. I also think you’re being too hard on yourself. Ves talks about your cooking all the time, but simple may be the best route today. Let’s get to it.”
I finally settle on two large pieces of meat and Lennox wraps it in paper and places it in the buggy before we continue on our way. I need herbs, disposable pans, ooh a salad would be nice too.
I should have brought a damn list.
“Can you grab the potatoes? I’ll be in your eyesight while I go get herbs and salad items,” I promise him.
I point to the other side of the produce section and he nods tightly. Since my anxiety is so high, I need to broadcast my movements to my pack while I’m in public. I know it doesn’t bother them, and it helps me feel safer knowing they’re paying close attention to me.
“I’ll head in that direction in a second. I want to grab some strawberries, too.”
I could have ordered groceries to be delivered to the rental, but I didn’t have a clear plan in mind yet. Grocery shopping is overwhelming for me as it is. Being here without a plan isn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done.
I scurry across to pick up the things I need, and see a woman staring blindly at some parsnips. I’m passing by her, but frown when I realize it’s not about the produce.
She sniffs as she dashes away a few tears, and I immediately feel badly for her.
“Can I help you with anything?” I ask gently. I glance over my shoulder and see Lennox’s large form is placing a big bag of potatoes into the basket. I often get pulled into assisting others and it’s one of my flaws. I need my alpha to help ground me.
I need to be reminded that I can’t save everyone.
“Me? I’m fine, just missing someone,” she replies with a sigh.
As I twist back to face her, I see her dark hair is loose around her shoulders, and her features are hard and pinched. She looks like someone who’s lived a hard life and has had a few too many late nights partying. I’m not judging, just observing.
She’s wearing a touch too much makeup for a trip to the grocery store, and there are lines around her lips that tell me she’s a smoker.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I hope you get to see whoever it is soon.”
“I’m working on it,” she says with a determined smile. “I have a few things that need to fall into place first.”
“Arlo?”
I turn to face Lennox, whose eyes are focused on the woman behind me.
“I got distracted,” I admit. “I need supervision.”
Lennox smirks as he hauls me against him possessively. Silly alpha, he should know I can’t be swayed from adoring him. Still, he kisses me until I’m melting against him and I release a small moan.
“Consider me the only distraction you’ll ever need,” he chuckles. “What was that about?”
The woman is no longer standing lost by the parsnips and I shrug dismissively. Everyone has problems, I was just trying to be nice.
“No idea. If we hurry, we can christen the kitchen before I clean it to my standards.”
“Hell yes,” Lennox growls. His motivation when it comes to sex is impressive, and half an hour later we’re checking out and heading to the van without everything we need.
“I don’t even care if I’m missing something,” I laugh, settling in the passenger seat once we have the groceries secured. Lennox’s van is so freaking cool. There’s a cooling drawer for trips to the store, and it settles any concern I may have about food rotting before we get back.
My anxiety knows no bounds, but Lennox always seems to have a solution.
“You’re thinking about my dick, aren’t you?” he teases me.
“Yes. Is Baron home?” I ask, biting my lip as I perfume.
“If he’s not, I’ll make sure to get him there.”
I can’t help laughing as Lennox drives the short distance back to the rental. Baron comes out as we pull into the driveway, his body covered as usual in his jeans and hoodie.
“Our sweet omega has a request, Baron.”
“To feed the hungry? Arlo, did you shop before eating? You know you bought rabbit food with your meat, right? I’m impressed,” Baron asks, amused as he helps bring everything in.
“I figured I could suck your cock and have cum before dinner,” I reply boldly. My alpha trips and almost goes sprawling in his surprise. His eyes are wide as Lennox locks the door behind us, and I grin as I shrug. “You asked.”
“I did. Damn, baby. Is this your request?”
“Mmhmm.” I continue through the house to the kitchen and begin pulling out groceries to put them away. My scent is trailing behind me, and precum is sliding down my shaft.
Now that I’m inside, I remember the sunglasses I’m wearing and chuckle to myself as I take them off. I have to admit they really did help. I don’t feel as if I need a nap to help with the overstimulation and anxiety of being out in public.
There’s nothing wrong with me that time with my alphas won’t fix.
“There is a caveat,” I drawl, taking the bags out of Baron’s hands.
“Do you want help cleaning cum off of cabinets, because I’m totally down for that,” Lennox growls.
“No, I’ll lick, I mean, clean our mess up myself. I’ll have happy endorphins in my body and cleaning will even me out,” I confess. “The caveat is that you’ll be good alphas and taste test everything for me while I’m cooking.”
“Done.” My alphas don’t even bother considering any other option as they speak at the same time and I can’t stop smiling. This is better than anything I could have ever imagined.
I’m so fucking happy.
As soon as the food is put away, I kick off my shoes and unbutton my jeans.
Baron leans against the cabinet and begins pulling off his belt as I undress.
My eyes remain on it as I shiver and he chuckles.
I watch as he fashions a pair of restraints from it and Lennox pulls me against his chest, his cock already free as he grinds it on my ass.
My clothes lay in a mess all over the floor, and I really want Baron to use his belt on my wrists.
“My kinky little omega,” he croons. “We’re going to fuck you so good, but there are rules. Lennox, take this.”
My alpha slides the belt loops over my wrists as I keep them behind my back, and I stare excitedly at Baron. Light bondage wasn’t on my bingo card for a Tuesday afternoon, but I’m all fucking in.
Lennox kisses my shoulder as he tightens the belt and my breaths begin to shorten from desire. I really want my alphas to fuck me.
“Listen up, honey,” Lennox whispers.
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Your mouth will be full of cock while I fuck your pouty lips,” Baron growls. “If anything is too much, I want you to envision the color red in your mind. We’ll stop and let you talk at that point. That’s the rule. I was going to add more, but I think you’re starting to drip slick onto the floor.”
Baron pushes his pants down until his cock bounces excitedly out and my mouth waters as I gaze at it.
“Mine.”
“Go get your juicy alpha cock, baby,” Lennox murmurs, pushing down on my knees. My lips wrap around Baron’s crown, and I moan as I begin enjoying my favorite treat.
Lennox’s cock is already pressing against my eager, puckered hole. He started undressing the second I was done putting away groceries, and I’m suddenly glad I asked for exactly what I wanted.
His cock stretches my hole and I moan, my slick pushing out to help. I enjoy the sting of pain when my alphas or Ves first push their way inside my body. I find it grounding.
Baron cups my face as he thrusts into my mouth, not stopping when tears begin to stream down my cheeks as he gags me, or when drool spills over my lips. He and Lennox push me back and forth between their cocks, using my holes as I moan and whine.
The Arlo they’re fucking isn’t stuck in his head, or worried about what to hold onto so he won’t fall. My alphas are in charge of anything regarding my safety, and I really need that release of responsibility.
“We’ve got you, baby,” Lennox groans, his hand slapping my ass.
“Fuck yes. Milk my cock like the perfect little whore you are for us. Don’t fall over, or we’ll continue this on the floor and make a bigger mess.
Oh. Yes. Come without being touched, honey.
I think you want to be fucked in your release, don’t you, dirty boy? ”
Yes. Yes I do. I scream as Baron’s knot brushes against my lips, my hips bucking as I begin to come.
I have no idea where it’s going, but I know it’s every bit as messy as it feels.
I’ll be finding cum in some very interesting places in the kitchen later, and my cheeks heat with both pride and embarrassment.
Sometimes, you just need to be fucked until you can’t think anymore. Happy fucking Tuesday to me.