I know I don’t deserve her easy forgiveness, or how sweetly she’s touching her cunt with me, but I’ll take it nonetheless. She’s mine and my guilt is mine to bear, not hers.
Eventually her fingers drop away, leaving just my hand to play with her dripping cunt.
“What has you this wet? Was it when I called you mine?” I ask, nipping at the flesh behind her ear.
She moans and rocks her hips against my hand. “Everything. The scooter, the trip to the craft store. But especially you calling me yours with no hesitation,” she says, her heavy-lidded eyes meeting mine.
I slide two fingers into her, and slick gushes down my hand as my thumb strums her clit.
“I already had no doubts, but now that I’m getting to know you, it was fucking fate. You were meant to be my Omega. This pussy is mine, you’re fucking mine.”
She grabs on to my forearm; her nails leaving crescent marks in their wake as her head hits the back of the seat rest. Her plush lips part on a moan as I fuck her faster with my hand.
“Come for me, princess, please. Let me feel that sweet pussy tighten on my fingers. Please,” I nearly beg as she falls apart.
Her cunt clenches around my fingers as wetness coats my hand and my passenger’s seat. She pants, her chest falling and rising as she looks at me with a smile. Leaning forward and kissing me softly.
Her cheek is cold, so I kiss it before pulling my fingers out of her. She watches intently as I place them in my mouth, licking off her essence like a man possessed. Her scent thickens for a moment and I smile when I pop them out of my mouth, wiping the rest on my shirt.
“Let’s get you home so you can get warm and work on your projects.”
She clears her throat. “What about you?” she asks.
“Later,” I promise her.
“You better not just be saying that,” she says, readjusting her dress and putting her buckle on as she points at me like she means business. At least the house isn’t too far from here.
“I wouldn’t dare,” I say, pulling out of the parking lot and placing a reassuring hand on her thigh. My hand moves back and forth, trying to warm her chilled skin.
Once we’re home, I get her scooter set up, and grab all of her bags as we take the elevator to the living room level.
“Where have you two been?” Cole asks as he sips his coffee, the mug humorously reads ‘World’s Best Pilot’.
Highly Debatable.
Mack is nowhere to be seen, which is pretty standard, but I was hoping he would make more of an effort with Shiloh living here. Hell, he was also in agreement on courting her. Maybe he just has no fucking clue what he’s doing? Cole and I should probably have a talk with him to see where his head is at.
“Shiloh had some shopping she needed to do, is all.”
“Oh, that’s all?” Cole says in disbelief as he walks over to Shiloh and gives her a chaste kiss.
“Did pack Alpha do salacious things to you in his new car? The one he won’t even let us ride in?” Cole says, cutting me a little glare.
“I can’t recall. A lady never tells. But can you grab me some clean clothes to wear?” she says, basically zooming over toward the couch.
I knew the scooter would be a game changer. She looked absolutely miserable whenever she used the crutches. I wanted to offer to carry her around everywhere and then remembered that’s exactly how she’s in this predicament to begin with, so the scooter was the next best option.
I place her bags next to her as she digs around them.
“What’s all this?” Cole asks, clean clothes in hand.
“Just some projects to keep me busy. Oh, I can put it all in my room so it’s not in a shared space. I’m so sorry,” she says, getting ready to put her craft supplies back in the bag. Grabbing the clean clothes Cole grabbed for her.
“This is your house, too. You can do your projects anywhere you want. You can take up space, Shiloh. We want you to,” Cole says.
“You say that now. But when there’s diamond art in the dining room and yarn everywhere else, you’ll change your mind.”
My brows furrow. “If you want a craft room, we can definitely make that happen, but Cole’s right. Do your projects wherever you want, whatever makes you feel comfortable here. “
