Chapter Twenty-Five #2
And you really couldn’t see the Functional Alcoholics sober.
“Why not?” Taking it, I swallowed it with the last of my wine. Yes, we’d catch some sets, dance, maybe make out a little, then I’d go back to the villa, kick the boys out of the room, and be with Fiona.
December 26
The snow was coming down hard as we stumbled into the warm, dark villa. A pungent wall of sex, peppermint, chocolate, and pluots hit us.
Well, she had warned me.
“That was so much fun.” I laughed, still feeling very good, everything a pleasant, hazy blur. I went to the kitchen and guzzled some water, then brought some to Dusty.
He drank his, then his lips crashed down on mine. We stood in the living room kissing, taking off our clothes.
“Should we move this upstairs, the creepy dolls are watching us?” he breathed.
I turned and jumped backwards, because yes, they were sitting there, watching us. A shudder ran through me.
“Let me check on Fiona?” I remembered getting a text at one point from Hale that she wasn’t feeling good, but I didn’t need to hurry back. We’d stayed out quite late.
Going upstairs, I found Fiona’s door closed. I cracked it open, only to hear moans and see bodies. Also, blankets were everywhere.
There went evicting them so that I could sleep in the bed with her. I closed the door.
“Where will I sleep?” I frowned, texting Hale that we were back.
Dusty picked me up. “In the bunkroom with me.”
While I could get out of his grasp easily, I really was in the mood for fucking. If I couldn’t have Fiona, Dusty would suffice.
He brought me into the room we were sharing, kicking the door closed. We tossed the remainder of our clothes on the floor. Setting his glasses on a chair, he pushed me down on the lower bunk.
Dusty started to kiss me, running his hands up and down my body. Every movement, every kiss, sent shivers of delight through me, as want and need grew inside me.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, growing impatient.
“Oh, I plan to.” Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he thrust inside me, hitting the right spots over and over as I gasped.
“Right there,” I moaned. Though he knew exactly what I liked.
I allowed him to play my body like he was creating music.
“Dusty,” I gasped as an orgasm took me.
He didn’t stop for more than a breath as he kissed me, eyes meeting mine, the room dark. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
“Am I?” I flipped him over, so I could have my way with him, kissing him fiercely. “You are beautiful at fucking.”
“Take me, Mi Cielo,” he whispered as I rode him.
“Feel like I’m going to hit my head,” I laughed, trapping him with my hands as I moved up and down on him.
I came again, and he pushed me to the wall.
“Now you won’t hit your head.” Dusty kissed me hungrily as he fucked me against the wall, then he got on his knees worshiping me as my hands tangled in his hair.
His balsam and orange scent, along with his arousal and pheromones, suffocated me in the best way as we continued to fuck as if our lives depended on it.
Dusty pulled the top mattress off onto the floor. Kneeling me on it, I braced my arms on the bed as he fucked me from behind, lavishing my neck and shoulders with rough kisses that called to something deep within me as I came again.
I pushed him down on the mattress and we play-wrestled until he got me down on the floor, holding my legs in the air.
Finally, he collapsed on me, sweaty. “I will please you more, Mi Cielo, but I need a little rest.”
Feeling pleasantly satiated, I tugged the blanket off the lower bunk and covered us with it. “That was pretty amazing.”
Snuggled into him, I closed my eyes.
“Yes, it was, Mo Shíorghra,” he said softly.
I was too tired to correct his accent. Just as I drifted off to sleep the door flew open.
“Oh good, you’re back.” Carlos stood in the doorway, stark naked, reeking of sex.
Pushing Dusty off me, I sat up. “Fiona’s sick? Hale mentioned that she wasn’t feeling good.”
“I… I don’t think that’s it.” Panic filled Carlos’ voice and scent. “I… I think she’s in heat.”
“She can’t be. She’s on suppressants.” Not that they were infallible, but she had an implant–a good one.
“We’ve fucked her for hours and she still wants more. I think my dick’s going to fall off.” Carlos leaned against the doorway. “She’s also showing all the classic signs and asking for you.”
I popped up off the mattress. “Shite.”
Giving Dusty a quick kiss, I hurriedly followed Carlos into the bedroom.
The room was filled with her arousal… and so many pheromones.
The scent of her heat coated me, making me dizzy and my thighs rub together. There were also some other undertones. Not just their need. Something baser.
While she was on suppressants now, she hadn’t been on them at the academy, and I’d been part of a couple heats with her.
Carlos was right.
“Saoirse. I want Saoirse,” Fiona whined, arching her back as Hale fucked her.
“Carlos went to get her,” Hale murmured, as he fucked her, peppering her with little kisses.
“I’m right here, Mo Stóirín.” I climbed onto the bed. My lips brushed her hot forehead. I was unbothered by the fact that I was naked in front of Hale and Carlos–or that she was being fucked.
Because she was my focus right now.
And there was no doubt that my sweet omega was in heat.