“Especially as you say it can’t happen again,” I murmur and remove my hand from her breast. “Such a shame.”
She scrambles away from me. “You four are diabolical.”
I grin and lean down to drink.
She waits until I back off to get water again. While she’s leaning down, I lean in and over her.
“Just remember this…if I can give you three mind-blowing orgasms with my mouth…imagine what I could do with my pack and my cock in play.”
She chokes.
“Just think about how good we could be together, Bonnie.” I let out a low, deep chuckle. “I know I will be.”
“Damn you.”
“Probably, but it will never feel so good as it will with us.”
She grabs her water containers and gets up, brushing past me. I follow her as we set up for the night.
Tonight, she sleeps in the sleeping bag outside.
So do we.
I stroke my cock to the memory of her pussy on my face and promise that we’ll fix things with her.
Even if it takes the rest of my pitiful life.
Bonnie
We’ve got less than a week before we’re home. Despite a few small delays, we’re actually making good time. Such good time that just before we get to Colson’s Pass, I decide that we can all take the afternoon off to just relax and enjoy nature.
Everyone except Nathan, Kevin, and Rojer seems happy about this.
Except, I’m lying. The real reason I need to stop and get some air is because of all the alpha scents that are now so strong I have an almost constant headache. Kevin smells like dry grass. Nathan is a strawberry liquor, and Rojer is aniseed. Every minute of every hour, they get stronger, unbearable. Scents I hate. I can cope with muted smells of the betas and the Prince pack, but not those alphas.
I just need some space to get away from the constant barrage and aggression.
Justin and Quincy blow up a beach ball and start playing with it. Kendall joins in. Cyn goes and sits on a rock, looking out over the view. He looks so peaceful that I don’t want to interrupt him.
Rory and Kota end up play-wrestling on the grass. My chest fills with pride, the same way it always does when we get to this point in the journey. This is when everyone starts coming together; they know each other, and we’ve become a team.
Except this group hasn’t. Not really.
There is a schism between the two alpha groups and even the beta group. They are friendlier, but it’s not the same, and I’m not sure why.
“I’ll be back!” I call out to the group.
“Where are you going?” Kota calls.
“Just checking the trail and the toilet. I don’t need an armed escort.”
I leave before either of them can get up and follow me.
I just need a moment alone to think.
Dad will be waiting to see if I radio in on time. If I don’t, he’ll come and storm the park, bringing ten levels of wrath. I need to make it back before them, especially since I lost the satellite phone.
I take care of business, and bound up some rocks. I fling myself at them, climbing with ease, until I’m standing on top, the wind blowing in my hair, with a view of Colson’s Pass.
