He growls his approval, his hips lifting to sink even deeper. It’s fast and hot, and the more he thrusts up into my heat, the more I want to grind down and take everything he’s offering. That includes his knot, which nudges at my folds, demanding my submission. It’s a lot to take outside a heat, and I hiss as he lodges the swollen flesh deep inside me. But the good outweighs the discomfort, and the pleasure that’s been licking at my spine finally starts to bubble through my veins. I brace my hands on both sides of his head and smile down at him. “I love you, mate.”
Pitt’s eyes blow wide, the green suddenly so bright it takes my breath away. “Fuck, I love you so much, beautiful.”
We crash together in a ravenous kiss right as we spiral over the edge, our moans of pleasure too loud to smother between our lips.
I’m still shaking and panting on his knot when the door opens and Bluff and Wings step into the room. “Damn,” Bluff says in a reverent tone, his eyes eating up every inch of my sweaty, tingling skin. “Tomorrow, it’s our turn to skip out of work early.”
The rug, in the end, isn’t a complete write-off, but I get a little sidetracked in the shower, Bluff pinning me to the wall while Wings licks me through another bone-melting orgasm. By the time we finally stagger downstairs, I discover that it’s the club’s monthly movie night. The kitchen puts on an early dinner of meatloaf, ribs, and sides, and while the guys fill up our plates, I wander outside with Jedi in my arms.
One excited yip, and the quad turns into a heaving mass of gasping, wiggling bodies. It seems the kids ate earlier and are now lounging on a mound of cushions and bean bags in front of a huge movie screen. It feels like at least a hundred tiny hands are suddenly grasping for the pup, and I take a rapid step back until I come up against a hard chest.
“This is Jedi,” Ark says, reaching around me to tweak a silky ear. “He’s a gift from me to Abbie, so I’m sure you’ll all do your best to keep him safe.”
I’ve never felt such unwavering focus as the kids’ bright eyes locking on my face.
“Can we pet him?” a toothy little girl asks, almost wiggling out of her party dress in her excitement.
“Well, he’s still settling in right now,” Ark answers her in his careful, thoughtful way. When her face drops, he nods at a teenager who’s handing out bowls of popcorn. “How about we put Trisha in charge, and she can bring him around for one pat each?”
The kids all agree in an explosion of promises, and Trisha comes over to collect Jedi. I must look as hesitant as I feel, because she gives me a reassuring grin. “I have three baby sisters and two little brothers. Trust me, I’ve got this.”
I nod, but as soon as Jedi’s plump little body has left my hands, I don’t know what to do with them. Ark must sense my disquiet, because he snakes a hand around my waist and clasps my fingers. It’s not tight enough to pull me back against hischest, but I close the distance anyway, leaning into the hard planes of his chest. “Thanks,” I say softly, soaking up the comfort of his nearness. “Looks like I’m already pretty clingy.”
“Lucky dog,” he murmurs, and I can’t stop the happy sound that hums up my throat.
“Are you going to watch the movie?”
I can feel him nodding behind me. “It’s my pick.”
“French arthouse, then?”
He pinches my ribs just enough to make me melt. “We’re working through the Star Wars saga, smartass.”
I do a poor job of stifling my giggle. “I remember your bedroom walls. Princess Leia must have seen some pretty interesting things, given how much time you spent in there with the door closed.”
His chuckle is a deep, dirty sound that licks across my cheek, making me shiver. “That’s not the princess I was thinking about…” He stops abruptly, and I look around, expecting to find Jedi making a break for the exit. But the kids are all being scooped up by their parents, some of the little ones crying as they whine for another movie and a few more puppy pats.
“Ark?” I turn at the sudden loss of his body heat, but he’s already striding away. I stare after him, bewildered, until I realize he has Jackpot by the arm and he’s dragging him out of the quad.
Well, fuck.Trust that asshole to screw up the one trip down memory lane that Iwantedto take with Ark.
As the parents herd the last of the kids back to their rooms, Trisha comes over and asks me if I want her to look after Jedi while I watch the movie. I give her a distracted nod, then wander inside, finding my mates waving at me from a table with Cruise and some of the other workshop guys. I slide onto the bench between Wings and Bluff, sighing happily at the loaded plate they nudge in front of me. I guess it’s not surprising that I’veworked up an appetite, although I look up when a pretty beta pauses at the table to say, “Whose light saber am I playing with tonight?”
One of the workshop alphas grins as she leans down to kiss his cheek, murmuring something in his ear that makes him growl hungrily. I raise a brow at Wings, but the alpha is already out of his chair, chasing the grinning beta towards the quad.
“We should head out early and grab a good spot, too,” Wings says, the other guys sniggering as we head outside. The kids have finally cleared out, and adult-sized seats and cushions are scattered around the quad. The lights have dimmed, and there’s a definite prickle of anticipation in the air as other members wander out, smiles on their faces.
“What am I missing?”
Wings shoots me a mischievous look. “Probably best just to wait and see.”
His hand hooks around my waist as he leads me over to a blanket with a couple of big, comfy cushions. There are a few lawn chairs and sun loungers set out behind us, but most people are curling up on blankets like ours. I’ve just settled onto the biggest cushion, Wings’ propped behind me, when Pitt and Bluff appear, beers in hand and smug looks on their faces. The credits are just rolling, and I raise my brows at them as they settle on either side of us, close enough for me to breathe in their musky scents. “This is cozy.”
All three of them chuckle, but before I can ask them to share the joke, I’m distracted by Tricks, Meg, and some of the other women from the store. They’re handing out the blankets they were working on the other day, and I smile as Callie tosses one my way. “Hopefully this is big enough for all of you,” she says, her eyes dancing.
“We’ve managed with less,” I reply, thinking of the silk rug and blushing.
It earns a throaty chuckle from Pitt, who scoots closer and drapes the blanket over us. “We’re getting really good at sharing.”
