“I don’t remember,” I rasp. It’s true, the plot isn’t important anymore, and the title of this movie has completely flown out of my head.
“Hmm,” Shiloh murmurs. “Why are you both looking at me like I’m a snack?”
“Because you are?” Winter asks teasingly.
“Are you playing with fire again, Kitten?” he asks her.
That’s new. Winter told me everything that happened at the rug store, and I ate her out to help ease the edge of her frustration. It’s not a hardship for me. I love the way she screams as she gushes all over my tongue.
“You got her all worked up for me,” I reply, deciding to see what’ll happen next.
“Did I?” Shiloh asks, chuckling. It’s deep, dark, with light edges. It really works for him, and makes my cock really fucking excited.
“Bell,” Winter laughs. “I doubt he wants to hear about it.”
“Oh, I definitely do,” he murmurs, adjusting his cock in his jeans.
Fuck. I can see the thick imprint of his dick, and I whimper slightly at the sight.
“What did you do, Bellamy?” Shiloh purrs. “I think you should talk me through it.”
“That suggests that you’re doing something while I talk,” I sass, glancing at Winter to see if she’s willing to follow me into trouble.
She winks because my girl is always down, and I see the sparkle in her again. We’ve been here for almost two weeks, and we're still finding our way. I want to slam the door on the last year and move on, but the gap of time we’ve been away from the normal world is really telling.
My lack of a portfolio is just one reminder, but there are half a million of them available. They seem to creep out of the woodwork, and some of those reminders wear ugly scars while others are still open wounds.
Our nest is far enough away to allow us to scream, cry, and have nightmares without having to explain ourselves. I know every alpha in this house wants to slay our demons, but the only way to do that is to make new memories to remind us we’re normal eighteen year olds.
We have dreams, libidos, and really enjoy testing our own limits. Today was a really great way to do that.
I don’t want to give up the freedom to just be, but I also know we don’t want to explain the scars left on our bodies either. They make it difficult to feel normal.
Winter and I forget to be on guard around these alphas.
“I have really dirty ideas about what you’re saying, but I don’t know if we’re on the same page,” Shiloh says slowly.
We’re the only ones in the house right now. The others went for a night run. I'm not sure why Shiloh didn’t go with them, but I’m grateful he’s here with us.
“I think you should tell us so we can trade notes,” Winter suggests.
My lips twitch as she shifts her weight, and Shiloh inhales deeply as she perfumes. My ass clenches so hard, my sphincter threatens to cramp. I can sometimes force myself not to perfume, but Winter doesn’t have that ability. If she’s turned on, you’ll know it.
Lifting Winter as he widens his legs, he places her between them so she’ll face him.
“I want to rip your shorts off so I can eat you out while Bellamy directs me,” he croons. “I want to show him how good I can be at listening.”
Fuck.
“Ummm. Tell him to finish what he started at the rug shop, Bell. I think I just swallowed my tongue,”she whispers through the bond.
I explain what Winter wants, enjoying the way the blue of his eyes slowly bleeds from them as his pupils dilate.
“Far be it for me to deny either of you,” Shiloh purrs, his hands on the waistband of her shorts with his brow raised.
Winter nods, yelping as he tugs on them so she topples back. Grinning, he pulls her shorts and panties down, swiping the latter to tuck into his pants. I can’t help my chuckle as he moves onto his knees so he can see her better, pushing her legs open.
“God, you’re beautiful, Kitten.”
