“Do I look like I give a fuck?”
“Wow, I never knew,” I smart back, walking into Tyson as he comes out of the bathroom. “Hmm, you smell very nice, doctor. Like the yummiest lemon meringue I've ever smelt.”
Instead of stopping, he walks me into the wall behind me before he kisses the teasing off my lips. “And you taste very nice. May I?” He asks so politely I smile against his lip. His hand dips up under the hem of my skirt before he sinks two thick fingers deep inside, watching me carefully as he sucks them clean. “You going to be a good girl later?”
“Is that even a question?” I laugh, rocking my hips forward so his fingers dip inside deeper.
Tyson stands up straighter, fixes his white t-shirt and his black pants, and flattens his hair back. Tyson does his own brandof casual, and I seriously can’t get enough of it. Leading us back to the kitchen I jump into action, pushing King’s beefy ass out the way.
“Sit!” I point to the four of them. “I have news.”
“So do I,” King interrupts. “Marnie got herself arrested after getting spooked a couple of towns away. She’s being bailed out as we speak and will be here tomorrow.”
I blow out a big breath, relieved to the very bottom of my soul. “Thank fuck. It looks like it’s a night of endings and beginnings.”
“And that means what, Trissy?” Steel says, flicking his head over expecting a kiss. Which he gets.
“First up, our official Pack forms to lodge.” The four of them sign the document without even reading it before looking at me expectantly.
But I kind of chicken out from telling them. I instead push over an envelope containing the deed of the house while I dish out the food I ordered.
They’re way too quiet, but I ignore the silence as I keep serving my Alphas their food.
“Tristan, come on, babe, eyes up here, you giant chicken,” Maverick teases once all the containers are empty.
I bite my lip and look at them. I don’t know why I was nervous because they all have the same smile on their faces.
“You don’t like my fucking house, huh?” King teases as he nabs my hand still holding the serving spoon, interlinking our fingers as soon as I drop it.
“I do, but it’s your space. Like this is where you guys come when they need some guy time with their president. But I need a space that’s our own. I can’t have all these Alphas around; it’s making me crazy. Plus, I kind of need a nest.”
“A nest, huh? What for?” King asks unnecessarily. He also doesn’t need to take in a loud, exaggerated inhale of my scent, but he does.
Of course, the others follow suit. It’s almost like a conveyor belt how they look at me, waiting for confirmation. “I think my heat’s coming, faster than I thought.”
“’Cause we’ve packed.” Maverick smirks. “Lots of heats as our bond settles in.”
“Yeah, of heats. Hence, nest is a non-negotiable. And there is no way I’m using Raney’s.”
King and I look at each other, his eyes full of jokes about me using her dad, so what’s a nest. But I shut his smartass argument down. Kind of. It is a little funny, still not happening.
“You two finished?” Maverick interrupts.
Making us both smirk like busted school kids. Mav waits until we nod, letting him know we have finished.
“The house is pretty fucking close still,” Steel says, picking up the plates and carrying them outside.
Close is an understatement. It’s the property that backs on to the compound. I got lucky though, apparently the family has had a gutful of the noise and was desperate to leave. Unsurprisingly they’ve had no interest from other people looking to buy a house despite the property being huge, impeccably kept and finished with all the mod-cons of a family home: a big ass heated pool, huge outdoor area, four car garage, eight-foot-high fencing, and state of the art security. It was an absolute steal, really.
“That’s because we need to be here.” I eventually say after King stops being so fucking sweet, peppering my hand with little kisses.
“You sure?” King asks. And his question has little to do with the location of a house, everyone in the room is aware of that. He’s asking me for confirmation again, that I am happy for himto keep being who he really is: a president to many, an Alpha to me.
“Never been surer in my life. And if you don’t like the house, we can sell it.”
“Are you going to be there?” Tyson asks in his matter-of-fact tone.
I shake my head, “Of course.”
