Preferably with a lot less clothes on, and under a skylight full of stars.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE – LILY
The guys draw straws, much to my amusement, and Otley looks highly unimpressed as he settles in the driver’s seat of the truck. It’s a luxury vehicle, but it seems it doesn’t compare to spending the ride with me in the new Airstream. I’m still pinching myself as Otley pulls away from the old homestead, and the other guys follow me around the trailer as I gush and gasp at the features. This version of the Airstream has it all, including eating, bathing, sleeping, and lounging areas that remind me of a high-end vacation retreat. I run my hands over the ultra-soft bench seating, but I can’t keep my eyes off the galley kitchen, the glossy oak dinette table complemented by stainless-steel appliances, a full-size refrigerator, and a solid walnut countertop. The bathroom is compact but finished with marble and wood features, and there is also plenty of custom cabinetry and built-in storage to stow all the road trip essentials.
But it’s the full-size bedroom at the back that has my heart skipping a beat. The layout prioritizes natural light, but has dimmer switches, wall sconces, and window treatments that canprovide a warm, cozy vibe for an overwhelmed omega. Best of all is the bed, which hugs the walls like a nest in a tree. It’s big enough to fit a generously sized pack, with downy comforters and pillows that float around me like a cloud.
The guys grin at my ecstatic face, kicking off their shoes and curling around me on all sides. My eyelashes flutter as I suck down their scents, but I miss Otley’s intense stare as the rest of us cuddle into the fluffy bedding. I still can’t believe he did all of this for me. When we met after so long apart, all I could think was that he was here to steal my life away, when all the time he’d been working to make it so much better. “Shouldn't we wait for Ot?”
Ellis looms over me, his hair still wearing the marks of my roaming fingers. “You’re kidding, right?” He doesn’t try to hide his outrage. “I’ve been smelling hiseau du alphaon you for days. Now it’shisturn to suffer.”
I want to laugh at the petty glint in his eye, but a ripple of need works its way up my spine, and my smirk is replaced by a moan. I claw at my shirt, my ribs throbbing under my clothes. One thing I can’t stand during my heat is feeling constricted, and Tristan must sense my distress, because he quickly unsnaps my bra. Logan drags my t-shirt over my head, and I almost sob when Logan covers my aching breasts with his hands.
“It’s coming on fast,” Ellis murmurs, but I shake my head.
“We’ve got a little time. My breasts are just really sensitive…”
It’s a little awkward admitting this, even in my heat, but the guys look like I’ve just given them some kind of unexpected gift. “You want us to play with them?” Tristan asks, his eyes hooded as he gives me a wicked grin. “You want your alphas to suck them, sweetheart, while I get you out of your tight jeans?”
His heated voice washes over me like teasing fingers, and I tip my head back, moaning out a garbled yes. The next thing I feel is a warm mouth on each of my breasts, while Tristan’s fingersmake quick work of my zipper. I help him kick off my jeans, my hands gripping the alphas’ heads as they lavish attention on my aching nipples. There’s something so decadent about Logan’s spiky buzzcut under one hand while I grip Ellis’ soft waves in the other, I have to remind myself this isn’t just a spectacular dream.
But then a soft, warm tongue is licking across my folds, and I cry out, almost pulling their hair out by the roots. They both chuckle, and I squint through my lashes to find them staring at me with smug expressions. “Seems like Tristan has discovered another sensitive spot,” Logan smirks.
I growl at him, but his mouth is suddenly on mine, his tongue lashing against my teeth. I surrender to his hungry invasion as Ellis rolls my throbbing nipples between his fingers, his mouth nipping at my ear. “Do you know how gorgeous you look right now, omega?” he purrs, sucking my lobe into his mouth. “So open and wet for us. Do you like my mate’s tongue in your sweet pussy?”
Maybe he’s been practicing his dirty talk with Tristan, because I have to break the kiss with Logan to scream out my release. It surges through my body so fast, I almost kick Tristan off the bed, but he just grips my thighs harder and sucks my cum from my trembling skin. Every rasp of his tongue sends another jolt through me, but I really start to shudder when he reaches over to the alphas and offers his slick-coated fingers like a snack.
The sounds of their appreciation make my cheeks flame, and I nudge Tristan with my foot. “Sharing is caring, sweetheart,” he hums, pressing a kiss to my calf. “And you taste way too delicious to keep all to myself.”
I groan, but even though the orgasm has left me boneless, I can feel the growing heat creeping under my skin. I don’t feel constricted anymore; now I’m like a flame that wants to consume everything in its path.
“Take your shirts off,” I demand, already tugging at Ellis’ collar.
“I should go wash off the travel sweat first…”
“Don’t you dare,” I growl, leaning forward to press my nose to the warm skin of his neck. It reminds me of the riverbank, and the feel of his heated body under mine as we exchanged drugging, sun-warmed kisses. But it also reminds me of something else and I squint, suddenly stricken. “What about the horses? I didn’t even think…”
“George is already sending someone to collect them,” Ellis says soothingly.
“And Otley’s picnic?” I know it’s not rational, but I’m close to tears thinking of his carefully prepared food abandoned on the office table. “He worked so hard on it, and we left it behind.”
“George will pack that up, too,” Tristan says quickly, clearly trying to head off my meltdown. “And the fridge at home is groaning with things he’s made just for you.”
I blink at him. “You know about his cooking classes?”
“He’s basically Gordon Gekko in an apron,” Tristan smirks. “He’s not happy unless he’s leading a corporate takeover or doing something sexy with spices.”
I giggle into his throat, surprised I can relax enough to laugh. My heats up until now have been seriously lacking in the lighter emotions, and I press a hand to my chest, savoring the feeling. “I love you, Tristan,” I blurt out against the soft pulse of his throat. “I know this is new, and we don’t know each other that well…”
He stops me by tipping my chin up, his hazel eyes dancing with soft light. “Soulmates don’t care about little things like time,” he murmurs. “And even if we’d just met right now, I’d still know you are mine.”
How do I respond to that, except to wrap my arms around him and smother him in my newfound love? It pulses inside me,something bright and hopeful next to the steady glow of Logan’s bond.
I can feel his hand on my back, slowly stroking my spine, and I peek up at my mate. Logan is watching me with the most contented look I’ve ever seen, and I reach up to trace the lazy smile on his lips. “You’re okay with all of this? It’s our first heat together…”
His hand slides to my hip as he presses another kiss to my lips. “Like Tristan said, you’re way too delicious to keep all to myself.” I hum at his smoky scent mingled with my slick on his tongue, and he brushes my curls back, settling me more firmly in the curve of his body. “I never really thought I’d get this chance, LeeLee.” His lazy smile becomes a little more predatory. “And it turns out I like watching you come almost as much as I like getting you off.”
I moan, his words immediately igniting that creeping heat under my skin. I wrap an arm around his neck as I run my hand over his chest, tugging at his shirt until he drags it over his head. He’s not as sweaty as Ellis, but he’s still slick enough for my fingers to slide over every chiseled groove and tattooed muscle. The way his abs clench is enough to make my mouth water, and I push myself up, swinging a leg over his hips. His eyes flash as I drag my nails down his chest and lean forward, offering my breasts to his waiting mouth.
