He doesn’t stop there. He unfastens his own jeans, shoving them down his hips and kicking them aside. His thick, heavy cock springs free.
Gently he eases me to the floor. I tangle my legs with his, the lush gray rug soft and comfortable under us. “Jet.”
He kisses me, slow and deep. His large hands map my body, sliding down my sides before settling between my thighs. There’s no frantic rush, just a steady, deliberate focus.
He settles his weight over me, his calloused fingers parting my slick folds. He finds my swollen clit, stroking the sensitive nub. A low groan vibrates in his chest as his fingers map the slick heat between my thighs. His breath hits my skin. “God, Sandra. You’re so wet.”
I shiver and a gasp escapes my lips as my hips arch into his touch. I’m already dripping for him, my body aching for the connection and the physical reassurance that he’s safe.
He traces the wetness, his dark eyes locking onto mine with fierce intensity. “Tell me what you want right now. My mouth, or my dick?”
I grab his hips, pulling him closer. “Your cock. I need you inside me.”
He grunts in approval, guiding his thick length to my entrance. When he pushes inside, I let out a long, shuddering breath. He fills me, his thick shaft stretching me while the knot at his base rests just outside. The solid weight of him grounds me, pushing away the last lingering thoughts of what he did today.
Jethro sets an easy, steady rhythm. He pulls his hips back and drives deep, the swollen bulb of his knot nudging against my slick opening with every thrust. The blunt, teasing pressure winds the tension tight in my belly. I tangle my fingers in his messy hair, pulling him down for another kiss. The bond hums between us.
I press my lips against the corner of his mouth. “I love you. I hated what you did today, but I love you.”
Jethro lets out a low groan, his hips picking up the pace. He buries his face in my neck, his breathing turns ragged as the friction pushes him toward the edge. His body goes rigid. He drives his hips forward with brutal force, pushing that last inchto pop his swollen knot past my opening. The sudden, immense stretch of him locking deep inside me shatters the last of my control.
My climax rips through me the exact second his hot release spills into my core. I cry out, pulling him closer, my body clenching tight around the thick bulb pinning us to the floor.
We stay there on the rug for a long time, the silence of the room broken only by our breathing. Jethro keeps his arms around my waist, his weight a comforting blanket.
Jethro pulls back, brushing a piece of hair out of my face. “I love you, too.”
I close my eyes, feeling the steady presence of the rest of the pack in the back of my mind. Ross, Caleb, and Oli are just down the hall. The fear that’s chased me for years is finally gone.
I rest my head against his chest. We’re finally safe.
New Experiences
Oli
Idip the foam roller into the plastic tray, coating it in a thick layer of zero-VOC paint. The color is Peach Fuzz, a light orange with an undertone of pink. Sandra and I picked it out three weeks ago, right after the ultrasound confirmed we're having a girl. I wanted something warm, something that felt like the sunrise breaking over the Colorado mountains, and Sandra agreed after some persuasion. I love it. It brings a bright, vibrant energy to the second-floor room we’ve designated as the nursery.
I push the roller up the drywall, leaving a smooth, flawless stripe right next to the window frame. The late July sunlight streams through the glass, catching the dust motes dancing in the air.
Sandra sits on the floor near the center of the room, surrounded by a massive drop cloth. She has a roll of blue painter’s tape in her hand and a pair of scissors resting on her thigh. At six months pregnant, the physical changes are impossible to ignore. Her stomach forms a beautiful, distinct,and heavy curve under her oversized gray t-shirt. She reaches forward to smooth a piece of tape over the baseboard, letting out a soft huff of exertion as she shifts her weight.
I finish my section of the wall before setting the roller handle down against the tray. I wipe my hands on my paint-splattered jeans, walking over to join her.
"Take a break, Sandra." I drop into a cross-legged position right in front of her. "You’ve been taping trim for an hour. Your lower back has to be aching."
Sandra leans back, bracing her hands on the floor behind her. She rolls her shoulders, a small grimace flashing across her face before she replaces it with a stubborn smile. "I'm fine, Oli. I just wanted to get this wall prepped before the guys get back. Ross and Caleb are going to try and build the crib the second they carry those boxes through the front door."
"Let them." I reach out, brushing a stray lock of dark hair out of her eyes. "They need an outlet. Jethro is down at the bar pretending to do inventory, but I guarantee he's just pacing a hole in the floorboards because he hates not being here to hover over every move you make. The guys are nesting just as hard as we are."
Sandra lets out a warm laugh. She rests her hand over the swell of her stomach, rubbing a slow circle over the fabric of her shirt. "I still can't believe this is happening. Sometimes I wake up and I have to touch the bump just to make sure I didn't dream the whole thing."
"I know the feeling." I drop my gaze to her stomach. The sweet scent of her sage and jasmine fills the room, but there’s an underlying note of the marshmallow scent of our pack woven into hers.
I shift closer, letting my knee bump against hers. The quiet of the empty house wraps around us. It’s rare for just the two of us to be alone. The guys are incredibly protective, constantlyhovering to make sure she has water, food, and absolute security. But today, they gave us the space to claim this room together.
I look at the coral paint on the wall, then back to her face. I swallow the sudden lump forming in my throat.
"Can I tell you something?" I keep my voice casual, but my fingers pick nervously at a speck of dried paint on my jeans. "Something I haven't really talked about since I told you about my medical condition?"
