"We spent so many nights out here on that swing, I never wanted to leave your side." He moves closer and sits down next to me. "We had our first kiss right here."
I feel my cheeks heat as I look up at him. "That feels like forever ago."
"History has a way of repeating itself, Ness. We have the opportunity to do things right this time."
I open my mouth to ask what he means at the exact same time he leans down and kisses me. It's over just as fast as it started, and Silas is already standing and walking towards the door. "What was that?"
He looks back at me and winks. "Want to see your room?"
I blink slowly, stunned at the sudden topic change. I realize I'm touching my lips and craving more. Shaking off the feeling, I get up and follow him inside, hoping he doesn't kiss me again because I already know I won't stop him. What was wrong with me? The last time we kissed, it destroyed the friendship the four of us shared. I couldn't choose just one of them back then, and here I was, indeed repeating history,
It was different back then; they weren't pack. They thought you were a beta.
But they didn't want to share me back then, so why would they now? Because even now, six years later, I would never be able to pick one over the other.
They were all mine.
But would they want me as theirs?
Maybe Samantha was right. Perhaps I am bad for them.
"Come on, Ness. We're going skating after we get settled in." Silas turns around and grins at me. He reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me after him. "You look adorable with your cheeks all flushed."
He leads me to the second floor and to the same bedroom I always stayed in when we came here. "Get unpacked and meet me downstairs. I picked up a pair of skates for you."
I look around the room and smile as more memories pop into my head. "You guys go ahead without me. I'll join next time. I want to take my time unpacking and find a nice spot to write."
He looks like he wants to argue, but thankfully, Zayne chooses that moment to walk by the open door and grabs Silas by the shoulder. "Listen to our girl."
Our girl.
I smile and say a quick goodbye. I could unpack later. First, I needed to find a place to work. My head was full of ideas, and if I didn't get them written down, my brain was going to explode.
Not even the distant shouts and laughter from the guys could distract me once I got settled in a little nook on the second floor. A window overlooks the lake that could've been distracting, but the little bench built in between two bookshelves felt like someplace magical.
I slip into my alter ego and write like my life depends on it. I write the introduction to what would probably be my dirtiest book yet. I've always been too scared to write about multiple partners, even though packs were a normal thing. The only pack I ever dated turned out to be a major disappointment. Still, honestly, even before them, I never allowed myself to go there. The only three alphas I would ever seriously consider forming a pack with were right outside the cabin, and I never thought I had a chance with them.
But now? The time just seems right.
I easily introduce Tilly, who is home for the holidays and realizes her best friend's older brother and two best friends are her scent matches. By the time I'm done writing, Tilly had been with the older brother, and his two friends watched as he finger fucked her. I was soaked in slick and a little jealous of Tilly. It wasmyfantasy she was living out. A fantasy I've had for far longer than I'll ever admit. A fantasy that made it impossible for me to really connect with any other packs.
And a fantasy that had a little whine slipping from my lips when I heard the guys entering the cabin, done with their time on the ice.
Dammit!I should have peeked. I bet they look delicious out there.
They would probably each take a shower soon, warming up after being outside so long. My blood boils as I imagine joining them. Zayne. Or Silas. Or Mason. Maybe there is a shower that will fit all four of us. Would they want me with them? Would they pin me to the shower wall?
Frustrated, I focus on writing again, pouring all my fantasies and desires into my book. I use them to fuel Tilly into taking what she wants. When she comes from having two of her men fucking her at the same time, I silently groan and press my thighs together. I know nothing like this would ever happen to me, but the reality doesn't stop me from rushing to the bathroom, still warm with hints of gingerbread and vanilla pudding, and fingering myself until I came with a quiet cry.
Chapter Seven
Vanessa
I feel shy as I make my way down to the kitchen the next morning. I'd written pages and pages with the guys in mind and then made myself come while thinking about them. Facing them felt like a challenge. I even stayed in my room for as long as possible, hoping they had some morning activities planned and wouldn't be home.
No such luck.
As soon as I enter the kitchen, all three of their gazes zero in on me, nostrils flaring, and I have a sudden urge to sniff my armpits.
