Cami shakes in my arms, but as soon as Brody leaves, she deeply inhales against my chest. She stabs me in the chest with her finger. “Mine,” she says confidently. I grin at her act of possessiveness. At least it is a two-way street.
“Yeah, baby. You sure told him.” I kiss the top of her head, and she sags against my chest. “Now, how the fuck am I supposed to get you through your heat?”
She breaks out of my arms and goes to our bags. She tries to lift the heavy black one, but can’t, so she points to me and then to the bag. I open it and my mouth gapes wide open. Seems like Cami was pretty confident she would break me, eventually.
“Seriously?” She nods her head and goes back into the nest and beckons me with the crook of her finger.
As I’m walking over to the nest, there’s a knock at the door. Cami looks pissed. She might just punch Brody if he tries to get into her nest again. I open the door and Tim is standing there, looking dickheadish as ever. Brody is standing next to him with his arms crossed. Like a petulant little rich boy who has never been told no in his entire life. I glare at him, and Tim just looks exhausted. Like no heat can ever just go according to plan.
“So she won’t let him into the nest?” Tim asks.
“Not mine!” Cami yells from behind me, and Brody’s cheeks pinken. Tim gives her a tight smile.
“No, she only wants me.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Clements, we have to adhere to everyone’s comfort zones and it’s obvious Ms. Jenson is only comfortable with her bonded.”
“This is bullshit, Tim, I came on short notice for the interview and for this heat.”
Tim sighs, and at this moment I feel kinda bad for the guy. If he has to deal with assholes like this all the time, I can understand why he might have been leery of me to begin with.
“Don’t worry, we will comp you for this inconvenience,” Tim says robotically.
“Are we done here?” I ask with a shitty attitude. Brody walks away, and Tim tries to hold it together.
“This definitely makes the situation more difficult. If you need any assistance in the form of toys and such, please let us know.”
“It appears my bonded has already thought ahead.” I direct my thumb to the corner of the room where our bags are lying.
“Seems so.” He shakes his head and leaves the room.
I spin and look at Cami. “Now that definitely deserves a reward.” She beams at me as she spreads her legs for me so we can get back to where we left off.
Chapter 20
I’veneverfeltsotired and sweaty in my life. I’ve also never been so explicitly happy, either. Cami’s head rests on my shoulder as she sleeps. She’s been near insatiable this whole time. When she wakes up, I think it’s time to bring in the reinforcements.
My fingertips glide down her beautiful brown skin, and I still don’t know how I got so fucking lucky. Not only that she’s mine, but that she only wanted me. I don’t know what life really looks like once we leave here and face the reality of our decisions. What I know is I would follow her wherever she goes. She’s mine and no one is taking her from me.
I flinch as I feel a pinch to my nipple. Looking back down, Cami smiles at me mischievously as she bites my nipple again.
“Naughty Omega.”
She goes to put my nipple in her mouth, and I swat her ass.
“You want to play, dirty girl?” She licks my chest, and I take that as agreement. “You want to try out your Nimbus 2000?”
She licks her lips and looks at me questioningly.
“Wait right here,” I tell her, and she whines. She can’t get enough of me, and it’s fucking awesome. Can we live in this little fairy forest fuck bubble for the rest of our lives?
I unzip the bag and lift the heavy machine. “Fuck, this thing is heavy.” I groan as I place it at the edge of the nest. The floor is hard there, and we can lie at the end of the mattress. I plug it into the wall and pick up the directions.
‘Athena’s Ultimate Sex Machine’
No fucking kidding. It’s designed for double penetration, and I remove the bottom pole. If we’re doing double penetration, it’s definitely not going to be with two fake dicks. I place the pole we aren’t using back into the carrying case. I dig through her other bags and find the attachments.
“Jesus, Cami. How many dildos did you think we would need?” I pick up a fleshy realistic looking one and toss it back into the bag. There’s a pink one that has a bulbed base, emulating a knot. I pick it up and wiggle it at her, and she nods her head in agreement. Quickly, I take it into the bathroom and clean the toy before attaching it to the machine. I test it to make sure it’s safe and will stay attached to the machine.
