33. Wyatt #2
An engine rumbles down the long drive from the main road as Hudson’s SUV pulls up outside the front door.
Kash rushes out to the passenger side, pointing his finger at the front windshield the entire way, forcing her to wait until he opens the door for her.
When he offers her his hand, and she steps out, she has the biggest grin on her gorgeous face.
She’s still in her training gear—jeans, tank top, boots, and her trucker hat—with her long blonde hair in a loose braid that’s hanging over her shoulder.
For a moment, I just stare at the woman, once again amazed at the fact that I now get to call her mine .
How in the hell did I get so damn lucky?
With a wave to Hudson who heads back down the drive, Kash leads her up onto the front porch and through the front door.
“Is this really necessary?” she huffs. “I’ve seen damn near every square inch of this house. I don’t need a guided tour.”
“Trust us, where we’re taking you, you’ve never been before,” Beck offers, walking up and grabbing her hand.
Taking over from the other Alpha, he carefully leads her up the stairs with Kash and me following behind them.
We make it down the upstairs hall to a room on the second level.
It’s full of warm wood and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, with French doors that give way to the second-level wrap-around porch.
Now that I’m officially taking over the responsibilities of the ranch, this will be my office.
I walk over to one of the bookshelves on the far wall and pull down one of the books. The entire shelf starts to slide into the wall, revealing a hidden staircase.
“Oh my god. You found a hidden room?” She looks between the three of us as we do our best to keep our faces blank.
“Something like that.” I hold out my hand. “C’mon, hotshot.”
Slowly, we make our way up the staircase.
When we step off the last stair, we’re standing in a simple attic room, with angled ceilings that make the room feel cozy without being too small, but the potential here is limitless.
Twinkle lights are strung across the beams above us, and when I flick the switch, they cast a warm glow across the floor.
“Is this…” She trails off, her eyes wide and her scent taking on a deep cinnamon spice that makes my dick hard.
“Your nest, little mama,” Beck murmurs, stepping up beside us.
Three walls consist of dark wood paneling full of empty shelves, while the fourth, a light cream color, features a small window at the top.
We’ve filled that wall with pictures of us—some taken during the last couple of weeks, some of Kash and Jules when they were young, and some her mama gave us of when she was pregnant.
Seeing those nearly sent us all a little feral because she was goddamn stunning.
The Alphas aren’t the only ones who’d love nothing more than to see her round with child again.
But we’ve got time. We all know how hard she’s worked to revive her rodeo career.
We just want the chance to make her happy and have some time with her before having to share her with another little one.
Kash walks in, kicking his shoes off on the landing before striding past us until he’s standing in the center of the massive padded floor.
“Gramps gutted this room a decade or so ago, hoping it would be used again one day. We added some basic touches, but we thought you might want to make it your own. Fill it with color, pillows, blankets, all stuff a nest should have.”
“You guys,” she whispers, her bottom lip trembling. “This is incredible. I never even considered?—”
“We know. And that’s why we wanted to give it to you now. A little reminder of what you’ve got waiting for you here, little mama.”
She throws her arms around Beck, a tiny sniffle reaching my ears before she turns and makes her way into my arms. I tug her into me, holding her like she’s my everything. Because she is, and I’m going to work damned hard every day to prove it to her.
She kisses my cheek, then tugs off her boots and steps over to the other Alpha. He grips her hair, tugging her head back, and takes a rough kiss as she clings to him like he’s her lifeline.
“I’m so fucking lucky. I love you. All of you,” she murmurs against his lips, then pulls herself back and turns around, taking in the room. “This is perfect. I already have some ideas of what I want to do with the space, and I can’t wait to get started. But…”
“It’s not perfect yet,” I murmur, stepping onto the soft floor and making my way to the photo wall. Slipping the small Polaroid out of my pocket, I take one of the small unused tacks and pin it in place. “There.”
She steps closer, eyeing our recent selfie. “You’re right. That is the perfect addition.” She takes another spin, her head tilting as her eyes go wide. “Your scents are all over in here.”
“We may have scent marked some basic pillows and bedding, just so it didn’t feel so sterile,” I add, trying not to fidget. “It almost turned into a pillow fight when we argued over who got to do which item.”
She deserves this, a space that is solely hers, that she can decorate however she sees fit so she’s comfortable during her heats. But having her pack’s scents in here will help ground her and make her feel safe—or so Beck says. I typically trust my big brother, considering he’s usually right.
“You guys…” she says softly, choking up.
Walking up to her, I play my fingers along her jaw, needing to touch her right now. “There’s more, hotshot.”
Beck grabs a pile we stashed in here earlier and carries it over to her. “We also put together a little something you can bring with you when you go to Elliott’s this weekend.”
She picks the t-shirt off the top, glancing up at him as she brings it to her nose. “This is your shirt.”
He nods, a silly grin on his face.
“We want you smelling like us while you’re away and around the other pack,” Kash adds, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Let me guess…” She purses her lips, picking up the next item. She holds up the navy rectangle, taking a long whiff. “You gave me your pillowcase?”
He smirks in response. “So you can dream of me.”
She chuckles, taking the last piece from Beck’s hands, and lifts it to her nose. “Of course, Wyatt would give me a pair of his boxers.”
I shrug shamelessly. “What? Would it be wrong of me to ask for a pic of you wearing them? There’s something sexy as hell about seeing you in my clothes and knowing you smell like me.”
“I’ll take any kinda pictures you want, pretty boy.”
Just like that, my dick is rock hard. “Or you could always just show me right now?”
Her laughter echoes through the room. “I do that, and we won’t be leaving this room tonight.”
“And what’s the problem with that?” Kash asks.
“I’ve been training for hours and smell like sweat and horse. I need a shower and some food first. Your girl is borderline hangry.”
Beck throws his arm over her shoulders. “C’mon, little mama. These two may only be able to think with their dicks where you’re concerned, but your Alpha will cook you something while you go get cleaned up.”
He leads her out of the room and down the stairs.
Kash and I share a loaded look, then we rock paper scissors for it because the second she’s fed and clean, all bets are off.
Having her here in the nest, with the reminder of what she looks like round and glowing?
Yeah, no way in hell we’ll be able to keep our hands off of her tonight, especially knowing she’ll leave us tomorrow and we’ll be without her for three whole days.