I hadn’t been intending on it. I could feel the roiling spasm of her insides around my knuckles and I knew that she was close to coming.
Juneau began to babble incoherently as I pumped my fingers even faster inside of her, slipping a third finger inside with very little resistance. All of my earlier worries about her being able to take a knot had all but disappeared, Juneau was built to take a knot, but for now she just needed to take my fingers.
I leaned down and cut her slurred words off with my mouth, drawing her bottom lip in between my teeth as she whined.
Suddenly the entrance of her pussy constricted around me and a gush of slick burst from her body as she came with a muffled scream.
I kept my fingers still as she spasmed around me, my lips still moving against hers as she sipped little gasps of air around my mouth.
The sound of the door to the storage room opening made me jump as I hurried to cover Juneau’s body with mine.
“You two are making all of this noise and yet you forgot to lock the damn door?” Doc’s voice reached my ears and I turned my head to see him stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. He twisted the lock with an audibleclick.
I gulped, there were two ways the next few minutes could go. Either we were about to get the scolding of a lifetime for fornicating in the storage room during business hours, or Doc was going to give up and join in for his own special kind of punishment.
I was just hoping that the inferno blazing behind his dark eyes meant that he was picking the latter.
Chapter Nineteen
“I’mgoingtoheadback to the office to grab some more ones,” I told Rex, who was too busy filling beer glasses to really hear me.
Rex grunted, his focus clearly on the customers impatiently waiting for their drinks rather than on my departure from the front. I waved a hand and lifted the bar flap, heading down the hall fully intent on getting my ones and returning to the front as soon as possible.
Then I smelled the intoxicatingly delicious scent of Juneau’s arousal. It was followed by a feminine moan that leaked underneath the crack of the storage room door.
I’d noticed Juneau and Podcast’s disappearance from their corner booth fifteen minutes ago, but I just figured that they had grown bored of people watching and had gone back inside of the house. Now I realize that it wasn’t boredom that had driven them from the bar, definitely not that.
I stepped up to the door and pressed my ear against the scarred wood. It was probably one of the creepiest things that I’d ever done, but if Bat could stand in the doorway of Juneau’s nest and watch her sleep, then I could eavesdrop a little bit.
The first thing I heard was Juneau’s breathy gasp telling Podcast not to stop and I felt my cock stiffen in my pants, making them feel too tight. I was intrigued by the situation entirely, Podcast was always a more submissive lover when it came to me and the rest of the guys.
But if I didn’t know any better, I’d think that he was busy dominating our pretty houseguest inside of the storage room.
Juneau’s next moan was cut off and muffled, and my mind conjured up an image of Podcast cutting it off with his own mouth and I had to press my head into the surface of the door to keep my cool.
Ever since the day we’d told Juneau everything about our past I had found myself gravitating toward her like a moth to flame. Her presence filled a hole in our house that I hadn’t realized even existed.
We lived a good life, despite some of the harder things we’d had to deal with over the past couple of years. We were able to be together, to work jobs that we loved, to live in a house that felt like home, and to have a family of people that loved and cared about each other.
And then a rambunctious blue-eyed omega had fallen into our lives like a breath of fresh air. She wanted adventure and to learn about the modern world that she’d fallen in. That curiosity pushed past the walls that we’d built to safeguard ourselves quicker than any of us realized.
Juneau brought a sense of warmth to our pack. I’d never spent so much time lounging in our living room with the rest of the pack as I had since Juneau had fallen out of that mirror. She’d even brought Bat fully into our fold. I’d known the guy for years, but despite being brothers in arms and a part of the same pack, he’d always held us at arm’s length. I don’t think I’d ever seen him smile so much in the ten years I’d known him.
Then there was Podcast. It was abundantly clear that our omega had fallen head over heels for the other omega. She brought out a silly, playful side to him that I’d only ever caught glimpses of before. He’d spent so much of our lives in the Titans MC pretending to be invisible and trying to fade into the background. I thought it was enough to make him feel seen, to make him feel loved, but Juneau brought the sense of fun with her from the past.
My contemplative thoughts were soon cut off by the sound of a scream that curled seductively down my spine. Whatever Podcast was doing on the other side of the door had made Juneau come.
I reached for the door handle and growled when I found it unlocked. “You two are making all of this noise, yet you forgot to lock the damn door?” I asked as I stepped into the room and locked the door behind me. I was immediately assaulted with the mixture of their aroused scents.
Podcast had covered Juneau’s naked body with his own clothed one upon my entry, but when he turned to see that it was me he moved so that I could see her. I’d caught a glimpse of her before when she’d accidentally burned her clothes off, but that had nothing on what I was currently looking at. Her pale skin was flushed from her recent orgasm and her small breasts rose and fell rapidly as she tried to regain control over herself.
I quickly looked away and heard her huff a tiny laugh. “You can look, I don’t mind,” Juneau’s voice was gravelly from her scream and her words surprised me. Where had her 1915 sensibilities gone? It had only been a month, I was surprised she was so comfortable being naked in front of me at all. Though I supposed that Juneau had never quite fit into the mold of women from that time period anyway. She was too adventurous and liked to toe the line of the rules and see what reaction she could get from the ones who had made it.
Then I remembered where we were. “I can’t believe that you two, instead of going into the house and to the safety of one of your nests, decided that heavy petting in an unlocked storage room was a good idea?”
Both Podcast and Juneau exchanged sheepish blushes.
‘We got carried away and this was the closest place to go,’Podcast signed with a shrug, and heaven help me, the fingers of his right hand were still shiny with her slick.‘She was asking about knots and I wanted to give her a little preview.’Podcast blinked at me innocently, like he was teaching her how to work the oven, not fingers deep in her pussy. I felt him tug on the bond, like he was trying to tell me something. He was radiating a pleased pride, like a cat napping in the sunshine after finally catching the errant mouse it had been chasing.
