Chapter 10 #2
“Do you think she’ll be pissed we bought her a car?” I ask, feeling a bit smug. “Ace’s uncle told me he could sell the car for scraps if Marie agrees. She shouldn’t be driving it. He keeps finding things that are wrong with the car and is beginning to feel guilty about taking her money to fix it.”
“He definitely feels protective over Marie,” Storm says, walking to the closet to find the blankets. “She will definitely be pissed about the car. I suggest giving her lots of orgasms so she’ll just think we’re wonderful.”
“Good plan,” I mutter, walking to the door. Pulling on my boots, I tie the laces and make sure I have what I need. “See ya later.”
I can feel the nerves in the room skyrocket, and my hand stills on the door handle as I begin to open it.
“I’m armed, and I’m just going up the street,” I remind them.
“We know,” Storm says quickly, jogging up the stairs to the roof. “It’ll be fine.”
Years of never letting me go anywhere alone are hard to break.
Pulling open the door, I walk through it and lock up behind me before I head down the steps to my bike.
We’ve been parked in front of the brownstone for roughly the past two days, and no one has batted an eye.
It’s an upper middle class neighborhood, so it’s nice to see that we’ll be able to settle in here.
Granted, it’s still early days yet. It’s a Saturday, and the quiet neighborhood is buzzing with activity for how early in the morning it is.
“Hey, mister!” a little boy yells. “Watch out!”
I jump back as I look around, finding a ball flying in my direction. Reaching out, I catch the football, looking down at the eight year old as he comes running with wide eyes.
“Wow, that was a great catch,” he breathes. “I’m really sorry about that. I’m not supposed to throw the ball like that. We’re going down to the park.”
“You and what army?” I tease him, leaning down to hand him the ball. It’s a little before five in the morning, and I have no idea why they’re all up so early.
A group of boys surround him, making me realize that there’s a lot more kids in the area than I originally thought.
“Our parents won’t let us go alone,” another boy says. “Mom says it’s not safe. We’re planning a game of touch football. This is the best time to stake our claim on the park before it gets busy.”
“She’s not wrong,” I murmur, straightening to my full height. “Stay together, yeah? Maybe avoid strangers.”
“Like you?” the boy who threw the ball asks, a grin on his lips.
“Meh, I’m pretty safe,” I shrug. “I gotta go pick up my girl before I’m late. Have fun.”
“My mom always says there’s nothing worse than being late,” one of the kids says with a shudder.
“She’s right,” I chuckle, walking to my bike. They watch as I pull out my helmet and put it on, and their jaws drop as they hear the engine roar. I’m not exactly quiet, and I’m sure one of their parents will grumble about it in the future.
Oh well, I can't keep everyone happy. They apparently have children that are involved in turf wars for the best time to play at the park so I’m sure it’ll be fine.
Walking the bike out of the parking space, I gun the engine to merge into traffic.
I only get lost once as I drive to the hospital, and find Marie walking out as I cruise up to the doors.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I say, taking in her tired smile. “Come give me a hug.”
Her feet are slow to move, but it’s because she’s exhausted. Worried, I message Wilder quickly that he should make her a smoothie as well. It might take less effort to suck on a straw.
Me:
She’s fucking dead on her feet. I vote for a nap on the roof.
Wilder:
I’ll wrap up the food for later. I haven’t started on the eggs, so I’ll skip them and make them fresh when she’s awake.
“What are you plotting?” she asks sleepily.
“World domination,” I say immediately, pocketing my phone. “I think you may be too tired to even chew, am I right?”
“Yeah, you are,” she admits. “Everything feels hard right now.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I enjoy the way she hugs me back. I know Storm called her ‘Kitty’ because she has claws. I saw some of the scratch marks that were healing, but she also looks like she’d be more willing to curl up than hurt me.
“I’m going to have you sit in front of me,” I decide. “I don’t want you to accidentally fall off.”
Moving back, I help her sit in front of me, and place her helmet on.
“Relax, baby. I’ll get you home,” I murmur, holding her in place with my thighs as I cage her body with mine.
I’m careful as I ride through the early morning traffic, and force myself to discover a new way to go home.
Marie’s body gets more relaxed and heavier with every mile, telling me that I made the right call.
She’s completely asleep by the time I park beside the other bikes.
In the winter, I may have to find a different place to park, but that’s for future me to worry about.
Storm opens the door and walks down to me, and I wonder if he and Wilder have both been waiting for me to get back.
“She’s asleep,” I tell him, easing off her helmet.
“I fucking hate her work schedule,” he growls, carefully lifting her off the bike.
“In an easier life, she’d be less stubborn, but what would be the fun in that?” I tease. “I love a challenge.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles, waiting for me to put things away and grab her bag. “Are we going to figure out a way for her to spend the night?”
“If she has clothes here, I think it’ll be less likely that she’ll kick up a fuss,” I say, walking inside with him.
“I’ll place an order for delivery. It’s so much easier to get shit quickly in the city,” he says.
“You mean instead of the middle of nowhere?” I laugh, locking up behind us. “Minneapolis is different than I thought it would be. People are exceptionally nice. I ran into some of the kids in the neighborhood earlier."
Wilder walks out to see that Marie is asleep, and immediately goes back into the kitchen.
He returns with an insulated cup with a straw for her smoothie, and we begin the trek up to the roof.
We had electricity, water, and internet connected yesterday, and Storm is going to begin working on a security system for the brownstone.
He decided he doesn’t want it connected to a company unless it’s someone he can trust. Since those people are few and far between, he’ll build out the system himself.
The couch is huge on the roof, with a million cushions.
“We should build some kind of pavilion over this, don’t you think?” Wilder muses. “Maybe we can get a garden going up here too that’s not too difficult to maintain.”
“Look at us,” I chuckle. “Homeowners for a couple of days and we’re already domestic as fuck.”
“I don’t see any issues with it,” Wilder grins, settling on the couch. The fireplace happily crackles, and it helps with the cooler air up here.
Storm refuses to release Marie, and instead sits on the couch with her body sprawled over him. The three of us chat while we watch her sleep, and the sun is shining by the time she shifts an inch.
“If I couldn’t feel you breathing, I’d be concerned,” Storm says, his lips twitching as her head tilts up. The blanket is wrapped around her, and she hums under her breath as she snuggles against him.
“Just tired,” she mumbles. “I’ll bounce back soon.”
Her stomach grumbles, and Wilder grabs the cup. I press my fingers against the outside, impressed when I find it’s still frigid.
“Here,” I say, taking the cup to press the straw to her lips.
“Thank you,” she says, her lips wrapping around the straw to suck on it. Storm makes a pained look that makes me hide a smile, while Wilder shakes his head in amusement.
“I’m not going to be able to think about certain foods without getting an erection,” he breathes so only I can hear.
I don’t think I will either.
“Will you spend the night with us?” Storm asks, his fingers playing with the end of her braid. “I have clothes for you. They’ve already been delivered.”
“I’m too comfortable to say no,” she says. “You didn’t have to get me clothes.”
“You work tonight,” he says. “There’s no way you’re going to work wearing the same clothes. I refuse to let people say shit behind your back.”
“Well, that’s even sweeter,” she murmurs, her brilliant eyes opening wider.
They’ve been at half mast during this conversation.
“I think we’re all too busy to gossip at the ER.
Dr. Royal is off for the weekend, and we have a new doctor I’m not a fan of.
I think his bedside manner could use some work.
Although, I think I only got this job because they needed bodies. ”
“It’s very clear to me that you care,” I say, nudging her to drink more. Her nose wrinkles in an adorable way before she drinks some more of her smoothie.
Storm’s eyes widen as she moves her cold lips to his throat, pressing a kiss against his skin.
This is adorable omega behavior. She’s leaning into her instincts, and I purr under my breath as he moves in to kiss her.
His hand ghosts up the material of her shirt, and the blanket drops as he squeezes her breast.
“You’re so much fun when you first wake up,” he whispers against her lips before deepening the kiss. His arm helps shift her body until she’s straddling his lap, and she simply smiles as she pulls off her shirt.
Holy shit. I don’t know what’s going on in her mind, but I am absolutely down. Since I have to leave for work with Wilder, I want to spend as much time as possible worshipping her. Storm doesn’t know this yet, but I’m going to ask him to stay in Minneapolis.
Even though she’ll have a car after today, I don’t want her alone. There’s this deeply possessive part of me that needs to protect her.
“Good, because now I’m very awake, and so is my libido,” she murmurs.
That makes me wonder what the fuck he changed her pills with and Wilder chuckles under his breath.
“I’ll tell you later,” he whispers. “I need her to sit on my face.”