Chapter Six
Vanessa
The rest of the drive to the cabin is mostly quiet, with stolen glances at Zayne while he is concentrating on the road.
Whenever he caught me looking, I would quickly look away, blushing, but not before seeing a hint of a smile on his lips.
If this alpha ever fully smiled at me, I would probably die from happiness.
He seems so calm and at ease while I'm practically bouncing in my seat with nerves.
What did that kiss mean?
Would he kiss me again?
Does he want me?
Would he kiss me in front of Silas and Mason now that they're packmates?
Do they want an omega?
Could they possibly want me?
I'm so lost in my own head that I barely notice when he parks in front of the cabin.
"You just gonna sit there looking pretty, or are you coming inside?"
I look up from my lap and see Silas and Mason coming down the porch to greet us. I give Zayne a shy smile and nod. "I guess so."
Silas opens my door, and Mason swoops in to grab me and lift me out of the truck, his yummy smoky scent making my head spin. He places me down gently right before I get pulled into a tight hug by Silas.
"What took you guys so long? Did Zayne make a move, Ness?" Silas leans closer to whisper in my ear, his vanilla pudding scent making my legs wobble. "Your lips are swollen and red and look absolutely delicious. I can't wait until it's my turn. Zayne's a lucky bastard."
Zayne tosses a bag at Mason and grunts. "What? The two of you couldn't keep each other entertained?"
Mason gives me a mischievous smile and winks, making my heart skip a beat. "Silas isn't really my type. He uses more hair products than any other woman I know, but he lacks in the chest department."
Silas pouts at Mason. "My chest is not lacking. That one hockey magazine wrote that I had one of the best bodies in the NHL."
"That was a quote from one of the puck bunnies," Mason says, rolling his eyes.
"Doesn't mean it's not true."
I grin as I watch the three of them interact.
The last time I saw them, things had been so different.
They had been fighting, and all swore that they hated each other.
The men I was looking at now were almost like the boys I'd been best friends with before everything went to shit.
They tease and rib at each other, but you can't miss the affection there.
I love that they're back to loving each other.
They argue about Mason's workout routine and a puck he let slip through at one of their last games.
They still won, so all is forgiven. I look up at the cabin, the roof covered in a layer of snow, and let out a happy little sigh.
How I could suddenly miss a place so much after not thinking about it for years was a mystery, but as I took in everything I knew, it was true.
The red two-story cabin looked like something straight out of a magazine.
The balconies that overlook the lake, the porch that wraps around the entire house, the Christmas decorations that are never taken down- it feels like no time has passed.
I trace my childhood steps up to the porch and to the swing that bumps into the wall of the living room if you swing too hard.
I sit down and push off, happier than I ever expected to be.
I look out at the lake- too big to freeze even with how cold it is- and feel a buzz of excitement.
I was going to get a lot of work done here.
I have a feeling growing in my chest- eagerness to sit down and type away until I have pages and pages of work in front of me.
"Hey, I thought you were right behind us." Silas comes out and leans against the porch railing across from me. "Remembering the good old days?"
"And thinking about where to set up my laptop for writing. Being back here has inspired me." You have inspired me.
"We will find you the perfect spot." He looks me over and gives me a slow smile. "Remember the last time we were here?"
I think back and nod, not wanting to say it out loud. I'm feeling shy about our history after kissing Zayne.
"We spent so many nights out here on that swing, I never wanted to leave your side." He moves closer and sits down next to me. "We had our first kiss right here."
I feel my cheeks heat as I look up at him. "That feels like forever ago."
"History has a way of repeating itself, Ness. We have the opportunity to do things right this time."
I open my mouth to ask what he means at the exact same time he leans down and kisses me. It's over just as fast as it started, and Silas is already standing and walking towards the door. "What was that?"
He looks back at me and winks. "Want to see your room?"
I blink slowly, stunned at the sudden topic change.
I realize I'm touching my lips and craving more.
Shaking off the feeling, I get up and follow him inside, hoping he doesn't kiss me again because I already know I won't stop him.
What was wrong with me? The last time we kissed, it destroyed the friendship the four of us shared.
I couldn't choose just one of them back then, and here I was, indeed repeating history,
It was different back then; they weren't pack. They thought you were a beta.
But they didn't want to share me back then, so why would they now? Because even now, six years later, I would never be able to pick one over the other.
They were all mine.
But would they want me as theirs?
Maybe Samantha was right. Perhaps I am bad for them.
"Come on, Ness. We're going skating after we get settled in." Silas turns around and grins at me. He reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me after him. "You look adorable with your cheeks all flushed."
He leads me to the second floor and to the same bedroom I always stayed in when we came here. "Get unpacked and meet me downstairs. I picked up a pair of skates for you."
I look around the room and smile as more memories pop into my head. "You guys go ahead without me. I'll join next time. I want to take my time unpacking and find a nice spot to write."
He looks like he wants to argue, but thankfully, Zayne chooses that moment to walk by the open door and grabs Silas by the shoulder. "Listen to our girl."
Our girl.
I smile and say a quick goodbye. I could unpack later. First, I needed to find a place to work. My head was full of ideas, and if I didn't get them written down, my brain was going to explode.
Not even the distant shouts and laughter from the guys could distract me once I got settled in a little nook on the second floor. A window overlooks the lake that could've been distracting, but the little bench built in between two bookshelves felt like someplace magical.
I slip into my alter ego and write like my life depends on it.
I write the introduction to what would probably be my dirtiest book yet.
I've always been too scared to write about multiple partners, even though packs were a normal thing.
The only pack I ever dated turned out to be a major disappointment.
Still, honestly, even before them, I never allowed myself to go there.
The only three alphas I would ever seriously consider forming a pack with were right outside the cabin, and I never thought I had a chance with them.
But now? The time just seems right.
I easily introduce Tilly, who is home for the holidays and realizes her best friend's older brother and two best friends are her scent matches.
By the time I'm done writing, Tilly had been with the older brother, and his two friends watched as he finger fucked her.
I was soaked in slick and a little jealous of Tilly.
It was my fantasy she was living out. A fantasy I've had for far longer than I'll ever admit.
A fantasy that made it impossible for me to really connect with any other packs.
And a fantasy that had a little whine slipping from my lips when I heard the guys entering the cabin, done with their time on the ice.
Dammit! I should have peeked. I bet they look delicious out there.
They would probably each take a shower soon, warming up after being outside so long. My blood boils as I imagine joining them. Zayne. Or Silas. Or Mason. Maybe there is a shower that will fit all four of us. Would they want me with them? Would they pin me to the shower wall?
Frustrated, I focus on writing again, pouring all my fantasies and desires into my book.
I use them to fuel Tilly into taking what she wants.
When she comes from having two of her men fucking her at the same time, I silently groan and press my thighs together.
I know nothing like this would ever happen to me, but the reality doesn't stop me from rushing to the bathroom, still warm with hints of gingerbread and vanilla pudding, and fingering myself until I came with a quiet cry.