“The best thing that Grandfather ever told me was to never let you see what I could do,” I grin, looking between the two of them. “He knew that if I did, you would stifle me, and I never would have been able to save up the money I needed to escape you.”
“You didn’t escape.” Father frowns.
“Unfortunately not,” I reach out and take Teddy’s hand. “Teddy was going to return for me the night you sent me to Pack Caruso. So really,” I frown, thinking it over, “I’m almost grateful that you sold me to them. It was absolute hell, but if you hadn’t, I might not have ever met the rest of my guys.” Each one reaches over and squeezes a shoulder, a hand, or runs their fingers over myback.
“I’m getting off track though,” I shake my head. “Here’s the deal, because suddenly I don’t feel so much like eating inside a restaurant.” I look between my parents. “You have twenty-four hours to announce to the world that I’m alive and well, and that you fully approve of my pack who rescued me from Pack Caruso’s ‘kidnapping’. If you don’t, we release the files we have. And for the rest of our lives, if you come looking for me, or make a single move that goes against me or my pack, the files will go out.”
I glance at the painting Teddy left on the table. A gilded cage shattered on the ground. Pieces of it are embedded in the grass, some of it glinting in the sunlight. In the background though, is a forest. In one of the trees is a sweet little bird house, and if you look just closely enough, you can see a small dove in the shadows.
I’ve broken the cage they kept me in, and I’m moving on with my life. But…I’ll always be watching for them to make a move against me. The second they do…it’s all over for them.
Mother doesn’t look like she quite knows what to do, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s a begrudging respect in Father’s eyes.
That’s probably just wishful thinking though.
Father sighs, running a hand over his hair. “Deal.”
Right then, the waiter comes in with our food. “I’m so sorry,” I smile at him, “can we please take our food to-go?”
Chapter 43
Brennan
Wren sucks on my neck as she straddles me in the back of the car, and I groan, my hands finding her ass and squeezing. Really, the dress did nothing but make it more apparent how perfect it is.
As soon as we had gotten into the Jeep, Wren had climbed into my lap, giddy at the aftermath of facing off with her parents.
“Oh my gods,” she groans into my neck, rubbing herself on me. “I can’t believe we did it. We did it! I’m so happy I could die.”
“No dying,” Maverick chastises from the front seat. “And Baby Girl, you need to wear a seatbelt.”
“No seatbelts,” she whines, grinding her pussy on me again. “Only cocks. And knots.”
Ethan shoots me a concerned look from the passenger seat, and Teddy curses next to me.
Shit.
I scramble to get the thermometer out of my pocket and she giggles. “And here I thought you were happy to see me, but it was just a thermometer in your pocket.”
Gritting my teeth, I try to pull her head back to run the thermometer. “One-oh-five,” I grunt out.
“So still one more degree left?” Maverick asks, peeling out of the parking lot.
“One-oh-six was probably just an estimate,” Ethan says as I gently detangle Wren from my lap and strap her into the middle seat. She pouts. “If this is how she’s acting at one-oh-five, then it’s one-oh-five. Plus, she smells…way more intense than normal.”
“Brennan,” she whines, wiggling her hips. But then, her back arches forward, and she lets out a whine. “Ow! It hurts!”
And here come the cramps. Without thinking, I shove my hand up her dress and under her panties. She immediately settles, and I start working her clit in slow strokes. Her moans start to fill the car, and Teddy grins.
“I’ve always wan’ed to try back-seat shenanigans inna movin’ vehicle.” His lips find her neck, his hand squeezing her perfect tits outside her dress.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries out, her hips thrusting madly against my hand.
Ethan groans. “Dammit. I knew I should have sat in the back.”
“I swear to fuck, Ethan,” Maverick growls, “keep your damn cock in your pants while you’re in my front seat.”
Wren’s eyes fly open, all touch on her pussy and tits forgotten. “Cock?” Welp. I guess this really is the start of her heat. She immediately tries to unbuckle her seatbelt, straining to reach Ethan, but I pull her back.
