“While I appreciate that, I also know they’d continue to support you until you found your feet,” he says. “Extend the invitation, even if you decide to tell them Marie wants to see them.”
“Well, they definitely like her better than us,” I chuckle. “Marie is almost ready. She’s doing some weird thing to her hair so it’ll curl better.”
“I don’t know what half the products in the bathroom are,” Ransom says. “I just know she thinks they make her pretty, so I just smile and nod since she’s always gorgeous to me.”
“A very truthful statement, even if you are smitten,” Lore says. “I don’t blame you, as you’re in very good company.”
“Fuck, I’ve been meaning to do this,” I groan. “I want to complete the bond so we’re on even footing.”
“Why now?” he asks. “Maybe I don’t want to bite you assholes.”
“Ransom,” Lore groans, finishing his cigarette. “Do you have to be a pain in the ass about everything?”
“Only when I’m highly motivated to be a brat,” he replies.
“You’ve proven that you’re not fucking around,” I say, willing to fall on my dick for this. “Marie and our pack are end game for you.”
“Mmhmm,” Ransom says.
“Fucking brat,” Storm growls.
“Talk dirty to me, Daddy. I like it,” Ransom sasses, coming closer.
“Make me a list of gym supplies to order, and I’ll let you suck my cock while I work,” Storm replies, making Ransom groan. “I don’t play fair, baby boy. You’re not ready for my level of competitiveness.”
“I don’t mind losing if it’s for the right reasons,” Ransom admits, taking my outstretched arm.
“I’ll take that….fuck me,” I hiss as he bites my bicep. Shit, I wasn’t expecting him to go that high up. It’s just shy of some ink I have, and I can tell that when it heals, it’ll look like part of the tattoo.
Fucker did that on purpose.
“Now, I’m going to make sure you taste me for days when you suck me off,” Storm mutters, yanking Ransom to him once his teeth are away from my arm.
The brat simply grins, and bites Storm’s inner arm like a good boy. Dick.
I can feel the bond sliding into place, and it’s like another piece of me is complete. As much of a pain as he is, Ransom is a damn good alpha, and fits really well with us. He really just wants to make Marie happy.
“I’ll call Arsenal later and tell him about coming over beforehand. He’ll be happy to see Marie,” I say.
“I don’t like to share,” Lore grumbles, putting out the last of his cigarette as I chuckle.
“We’re leaving soon. Figure out your shit so you’re not in trouble,” I reply instead.
The bite is no longer bleeding, but I head upstairs to clean it up anyway. It’s cold today, so I keep moving up to the bedroom where Marie is adding a swipe of deep red lipstick to her lips. Some people may think it’s too early in the day for a color like that, but she looks fucking gorgeous.
She’s wearing her riding pants, boots, a deep v-neck lightweight green sweater, and her makeup looks flawless. She pulled her curls under a silk bandana for the road, which is a smart move for how windy it can get on the bike.
“Wow,” I rasp, stopping as I gaze at her.
“I’ll take the bandana off at lunch, but my curls will be a wreck otherwise,” she explains with a shy grin.
“You look beautiful,” I say, forcing myself to take my eyes off her as I pull off my cut. Placing it carefully on the bed, I walk into the closet to find a black sweatshirt to put on over my shirt. “Someone needs to tell Minnesota to pump the brakes on their weather. Someone said we’ll have snow before Halloween this year.”
“You know the Midwest makes its own rules,” she says with a laugh. “It may even be sooner.”
“So ridiculous,” I grumble, fixing my clothes in the mirror before pulling my cut back on. “Ready?”
“I am,” she says, taking my hand as we leave the bedroom.
