18. Juliette
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
juliette
The softest kiss brushes against my forehead, and when I blink my eyes open, Beck’s smiling face is staring down at me.
“Hey, handsome,” I whisper.
He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Mornin’, little mama. Rose called. Iris had an emergency at the bakery and asked if you could come pick up Charlotte.”
“Oh! Sure. Let me just—” Wyatt’s arms band around my waist as I attempt to sit up. “Wyatt, I gotta?—”
Beck chuckles. “What if I go pick her up?”
When my eyes meet his, I can see the eager excitement lighting up his face.
“Are you sure?”
He nods. “Of course. ‘Bout time I start chippin’ in ‘round here, right?”
I bite my bottom lip, fighting my grin and losing. “Okay. Do you need directions?”
“No need. Rose sent me the address. I’ll just go grab her and bring her back here.
I’d…” He runs a hand through his wavy brown hair, a hint of nerves making his scent slightly bitter.
He’s like a big cuddly teddy bear, not that I’d ever say that outloud.
“I’d like to spend some time with her if that’s alright? ”
My smile is genuine. “I’m sure she’ll love that.”
He crouches beside the bed, fingers tracing along my jaw. “Hopefully, her mama will stay for a while so I can spend some time with her too?”
“Mama ain’t goin’ nowhere,” Wyatt rasps, still clutching me tightly.
“Perfect.” Beck leans in, kissing my forehead, then stands, grabs his hat, and heads for the door. “You two enjoy some alone time while you can.”
And with that, he shuts it behind him.
“Fuck, I love my brother.”
I laugh. “Before you get any ideas, I need to use the restroom.”
“Fine, but so help me god, hotshot, if your pretty ass isn’t back in this bed within four minutes, I’ll come find you and fuck you no matter where you’re at or what you’re doing.”
I tsk playfully. “So impatient.”
Inside, my little Omega heart is preening and excited. It’s been ages since we’ve felt wanted, and all this attention is going to our head.
“When it comes to you, how can I not be?”
“Such a charmer.” I turn just enough to kiss the tip of his nose then sit up.
I don’t bother with a blanket. These guys saw all of me last night, after all.
Walking into the bathroom, I glance over my shoulder and see Wyatt propped up on his elbow with his eyes glued to my ass. “You an ass man, pretty boy?”
“I am now.”
My chuckle bounces off the tiled bathroom walls as I shut the door. Taking care of business, I wash my hands then quickly brush my teeth.
“You’re down to thirty seconds,” Wyatt calls out from the other side of the door.
Risking a quick once over in the mirror, I notice my flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. My hair needs a brush something fierce, but honestly, I look well fucked and dare I say… happy .
Elliott’s ringtone starts to blare from the bedroom. When I walk out, Wyatt’s holding my phone, his brows furrowed. He looks up at me, and a hint of jealousy flashes across his face.
Smothering my amusement, I just raise one eyebrow in question.
“Who the hell’s Elliott, Jules?”
“A friend.”
“You tell your friend that you’re being courted by a pack ten times better than those old bastards ever were and that maybe he shouldn’t be callin’ our Omega at eight in the morning?”
“Not yet. When have I had the time?”
He holds out the phone. “Now's as good as any.”
Reaching for it, I hit the green button and tap the speakerphone, watching his face because I can’t wait to see his reaction.
“Elliott… Hi! I was told to inform you that while I’m no longer being courted by Pack Latham, another pack has taken their place and they are easily ten times better . Sadly, whatever was between us will have to end here.”
“Jules, you know I love you, but trust me when I say that without a dick at least as big as Nixon’s, you’re really not my type.”
Laughter explodes out of me when Wyatt’s eyes go wide.
“You couldn’t have just told me Elliott was a girl?”
“Now, why would I do that, pretty boy? Jealousy looks so adorable on you.”
He sighs, falling back against the pillow.
“Well, I can see I caught you at an inopportune moment, but know that I expect full graphic details on all of that at the earliest possible opportunity.”
“You horny bitch. Like you need any additional highlight reel material when you’ve got three hunky Alpha hockey players and that kinky Beta of yours keeping you occupied.”
“One can never have too much spank bank material, my dear Jules. I’m sure the Beta naked in your bed would agree. Does that mean your Alpha Daddy is there too?”
“Jesus. Did you tell her everything?” Wyatt grumbles.
“It’s okay, pretty boy . You’ll learn real quick we don’t have many secrets between us. I’m sure she’ll explain. But for now, I’ll let you get back to it. I expect you to make sure she’s walking bowlegged for at least the next twenty-four hours.”
“Wait. Why the hell are you calling so early?” I ask, suddenly nervous.
“Shit. That’s my bad. I’m on the East Coast with the guys for an away game and didn’t realize. Now go fuck your Beta. Apparently, I’m about to do the same.”
“Ya know,” a masculine voice says on the other end of the line, “we could accidentally forget to hang up and you can listen to us while we can hear you over here. A different type of exhibitionism, if you will.”
Wyatt huffs, but I notice he’s not all that upset about the suggestion. “I’m not having our first time alone be on a phone sex call with her best friend and a strange Beta.”
“Noted. But if you’re ever interested in the future…”
I laugh. “Gotta go! Love you, Elle.”
“Love you too,” Elliott calls out just before I hear, “Sy, you kinky fucking bastard,” followed by the click of the line.
“Interesting friend you’ve got there.”
Climbing back into bed, I nestle into his chest, letting my fingers play across his pecs and the deep groove between them. “I met Elliott and Ezlynn during my stint at the Omega Trauma Center.”
His hand slips over my hip, and the warmth of his palm on my lower back lights a spark in my blood. “Wanna talk about it?”
I release a breath, trying to piece together what he already knows and what we managed to keep out of the press.
“After the accident, I basically fell apart. It took my family months to drag me out of my self-destructive phase. I had started training again. Had participated in a couple smaller rodeos to get back into the groove of things. That’s why I was in Charlotte, actually, but the event organizer was a prick who removed my name from the rotation at the last minute.
I had gone to the bar that night to drown my sorrows, which was a little bit of a backslide, and that’s when Beck came in. ”
“Remind me to add the event organizer to my mailing list.”
A chuckle escapes, but I can’t quite meet his eyes.
“When Gran found out about the baby, she gave me a good ol’ fashioned tongue lashing and one hell of an ultimatum.
Finally get real help, or she’d let my daddy pick any pack he wanted to bond me before I started to show.
Let’s just say that did the trick even though I doubt he would’ve actually gone through with that.
He might be old fashioned, but he’s not a total asshole.
Anyways, the next day, I was on a plane, traveling to a place where I didn’t know anyone and would have limited contact with my family.
I was a couple of months pregnant, terrified, and honestly a hot-ass mess.
Then I walked through the door of the center, and there stood Elliott.
The second our eyes met, it was like we shared the same pain even though it was for vastly different reasons.
The next day, Ezlynn arrived, and from that point on, it was the three of us against our trauma.
The Tireless Trio, Dr. Craig used to call us. ”
“They mean a lot to you,” Wyatt says softly, his hand skimming up and down my spine.
I nod, feeling my throat tighten up as tears pool in my eyes.
“They do. Elliott has two best friends, West and Cadence. They accepted Ez and me into their tight-knit little group, and it’s been this amazing experience.
Charlotte and I head to the Valley as often as we can to visit.
She’s friends with West’s and Cadence’s little girls.
It’s almost like a second family. She calls all of them auntie and uncle and Lola and Navy her cousins.
They’ve been a godsend, helping keep me on track. ”
“You’re so strong, Jules. And lucky to have such amazing people in your life.” He leans down, softly kissing my forehead. “I’d like to meet them.”
A tear spills over, but he’s there to swipe it away with his thumb. “I’d love that.”
“And just so we’re clear, nothing has happened with that kinky Beta, right?”
My laughter bursts out of me, and I watch the matching smile spread across his face.
“Dude. Elliott’s got those guys’ balls in her purse at all times. He was kidding. Or, at least, I’m pretty sure he was just to get a rise out of her.”
“Good,” he whispers, pressing his lips to mine. “Because you’re ours.”
I grin against his mouth. “I am.”
“Yeah?” he asks so softly I feel the words more than hear them.
“Yeah.”
Catching me off guard, he rolls me onto my back, bracing himself up on his forearms as his body situates itself between my legs. His hands cradle my face, soft eyes staring down at me like I’m his entire world. Maybe it’s too soon, but I can’t deny I’m feeling the same way.
“Let me love you, Juliette Callahan.”
I nod, my heart skipping a beat at the way he just casually says that word like it’s a foregone conclusion. But the truth of it is in the way he touches me, the way my entire soul calls out for him and his brother.
And Kash, a quiet voice murmurs in my head.
His hips pull back, but his eyes stay locked on mine. With unerring accuracy, his dick presses into my sex, the tip slipping in and out until he begins the slow descent into my body. When he’s as deep as our bodies will allow, he stills, his thumbs caressing my cheeks.
“Say you won’t make us wait to make you ours, Jules.”
My breath catches, eyes darting between his. “Wyatt?—”
“It’s fast. I know it is. But you’re it for us. Just say the word, and Beck will claim you.”
I know in my heart what he’s saying is true. The soft hints of his jasmine scent rush over me, lulling me into a sort of place that transcends time and space.
“But what about you?”
“We’re brothers. The second you light up in the bond, I’ll be able to feel hints of you there. Just not as strong.”
For a moment, I feel a little sorry for him.
“Hey… Don’t. As long as I know you’re ours forever, that’s enough for me.” His hips retreat, the drag of his dick through my pussy torturously slow. “Now enough talking.”
“Fuck, Wyatt. You feel so damn good.”
His fingers curl around the back of my neck. “So do you. Better than I ever imagined.”
With great effort, he presses back in at the same ridiculously slow pace.
I swear I can feel every ridge and vein, can feel the heat of him branding me from the inside out as he does exactly what he said he would.
He loves me with his body, but his heart is along for the ride.
It’s begging mine to join his with every push and pull of our bodies.
I lose myself in him, time becoming irrelevant as he continues to plunge into me with slow strokes that are building an incredible inferno inside me.
“Wyatt…”
“Feel what you do to me, Jules?” His grip on my neck tightens minutely, and it’s like safety and possession all wrapped up in one. “Tell me you feel it too.”
“I feel it, Wyatt. God, I…” I almost let my emotions spill out in words, but it’s just too soon.
Right?
His next thrust is still gentle, but just as he hits deep, he angles his hips and grinds against my clit. I suck in a shocked breath, eyes going wide as my pussy contracts around him, desperate for more.
“Say it again. Say you’re ours. Mine. ”
He repeats the motion, scattering all rational thoughts until I can only feel him.
“I’m yours.”
“Hell yes, you are.” He thrusts in again, the movement losing a little of its smoothness as his voice goes hoarse. “Fuck, I can feel you fluttering around me.”
“Wyatt… Please…”
“That’s it. Milk my cock like a good girl.” He doesn’t even need to ask. My body is already spasming around him as my release edges closer and closer. “Fuck. I’m almost there. Need you to come with me, Jules. Now.”
He slams in on his next thrust, and I cry out, my body going taut beneath him as he grunts out his release. Fucking me through my orgasm, his hips continue to pump into me until my body finally relents and my muscles go lax.
A tender kiss whispers against my forehead, both of my cheeks, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. When I finally manage to open my eyes, I find him staring down at me with everything he’s feeling drawn across his face like a mural.
“I said I was falling for you, Jules Callahan.”
“You did.”
“I lied.”
My lips part, my belly flipping until he smiles.
“I’ve already fallen. Tripped right into love with you and there’s no going back for me.” He kisses my stunned lips again before pulling back. “Don’t need you to say anything right now. Just needed you to know.”
My hands skim up his back, loving the feel of his body above mine and his heart beating wildly against my breasts. Mine matches his rhythm, and suddenly I don’t know why I’m holding back at all. In for a penny…
“I just might love you too, pretty boy,” I whisper.
“Ha! I knew it.” He dips down, blowing raspberries against the side of my neck so loudly I giggle. When he pulls back, his smile is so bright it rivals the sun. “This is the start of our future, hotshot. I fucking love you.”
He kisses me, and I swear every ounce of what he feels for me pours into my soul, filling it up until it’s overflowing, and it feels so fucking good.