Steel looks over my shoulder, his eyebrows pinch together before the stress seems to dissolve away. My stomach bottoms out as it’s easy to see he’s made his decision. “If we don’t work out, it’s going to make it hard considering my brother and my best friend…”
“I said before and I will keep saying it until you hear me, I will not get in between what you have with any of them.”
“But we’re pack.”
“But you’ve all said you were distancing yourselves because your pack wasn’t working… what if I’m exactly the answer you need,” I smirk. Steel saying yes to being a part of whatever we do during our time at the cabin gives me a blast of confidence. I feel better, and a little cocky too. I take a step closer to him, getting right up in his space and the richness of his scent, the individualnotes coalesce in perfect balance confirming what I said only a second ago about how he makes me feel. “I don’t want to do this, not without you, Steel.”
“You don’t know me.” He pushes, but it’s not argumentative. It really is more like he’s trying to understand my motivations. I swallow the flash of hurt I feel seeing first-hand how his past has made him so wary of others.
“Sometimes it is just like that, you don’t know the person, but it feels okay to find out about each other along the way. Besides that’s why we scent so good to each other, it’s nature’s confirmation.”
“Not all scent matches work.”
“Trust me, I know,” I answer, my thoughts immediately jumping to Heidi. “But let’s see what happens. I mean the worst that happens is we have wicked sex for days and then we kiss goodbye.”
“Just like that, huh?” He shrugs, a small tug of his lip on one side.
And goddamn, even with the smallest smile I’ve ever seen on a person, everything about Steel changes when he does it.
“And King?” He pushes.
“I’m sure you two are going to have fun working out that dynamic.” I laugh, and it’s breathy, it’s light and airy because the hope I feel bubbling up makes it that way.
I grab his hand, and he lets me. He actually entwines our fingers together before he wraps his other hand around it. I’m not sure he realises what he’s done until it’s done, and then he recoils slightly but I follow not letting the space between us grow.
“Aggressive much?” He smarts, it’s more laced with humour than his words have been since we first met. And once again I get this flash of who Steel will become. In the space of a few hours, he’s changed. He’s still bristly and I’d put money on him notbeing one hundred percent himself. He has so many guards up, holding his cards close to his chest but I hope when he feels more comfortable he’ll open up because I want to get to know him.
“I chase what I want. I thought King would have been a dead giveaway,” I snap back softly with a smile, leaning up on my tippy toes chasing his scent, or just a taste of his lips.
He pulls back, his smile falling away but before I can fill the pinch of rejection he smiles again. “No offence, but I’m not going near those lips until I know the rules better. I’ll sleep in your nest but yeah, until I know what’s what you can put those away.”
“Come on! One little smooch,” I whine.
“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head before he leans down talking just over them, blowing his scent in my face, heating my core, and making my thighs slick. “Those fucking lips look lethalbut at the same time I want to taste them. I'm not sure about what I want after this though but, yeah, I can join your heat. For sure.”
And then he raises our hands up and makes me do a pirouette before he walks behind, steering me into the nest.
I come to a sudden stop, and he walks into me. But I can’t move. Well I can, but I want the view of King, Tyson, and Maverick seared into my memories forever.
“Steel,” I whisper, and that’s only because I’m nearly speechless. “Please, give me this moment.” I point before I wave him on.
Maverick lifts his head off one of the pillows and wiggles over to give Steel space and I miss seeing Steel strip off because my eyes are locked on the other three already naked and in my nest. But when he walks past, his bare ass gets all my attention.
“I’m an ass person,” I say to no one, but a couple of chuckles is all I get.
“Killer, get your very nice ass nestled against my cock right this second. Honestly, you better be asleep in three minutes, or I’ll clear everyone out and you’ll sleep in here alone.”
“I don’t think I can sleep,” I snap back.
“Why?”
Instead of answering, I give the most unladylike flash of my slicked-up thighs and pussy to the four of them. Maverick falls backwards first, snatching a pillow and screaming into it. Steel shakes his head, the small smile I’ve been seeing more of steadily growing, while King lifts his arms and Tyson rolls to his side in preparation for when I snuggle in between the two of them.
Tyson starts sucking on two of his fingers, and I fly into the space.
From inside my nest, the light is different, it’s cosier. King shuffles and presses his swollen knot into the crease of my ass, while Tyson looks at me, putting his fingers to his lip, letting me know to be quiet before he slowly inserts his fingers inside my pussy before shuffling forward so I’m sandwiched between King and him with nowhere to go.
The swirling scent of the four of them—aged bourbon, lemon meringue pie layered with fresh blackberries drowning in butterscotch sauce… I’m pretty sure I keep swallowing their taste as I inhale nothing but their scents until I pass out.
