Wren
My eyes fly open in the low light of the room, and I blink a few times, looking around. My vision is fuzzy for a second, but then I spy Brennan, sitting up against the pillows with something in his lap.
The guys had to go back to working after dinner, so it’s just me and Brennan in the nest. I remember…I had fallen asleep on him early in the evening. I wonder how late it is now.
“Brennan?” I say sleepily, rolling over once to press into his side. “What are you doing?”
He startles, looking down at me like a deer in headlights, and when my eyes dart down to his hands, I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
“Are you…knitting?” I ask incredulously, all sleepiness evacuating my system at the sight of my Marine veteran alpha holding a ball of yellow yarn and a small metal hook.
“Ah…” His face flushes bright red as he looks down at the soft creation in his lap. “Crocheting.”
He looks so cute, it’s hard not to smile. “What are you making?”
My alpha looks down at the yarn again with an indiscernible expression. “I um…I think it’s going to be a scarf. Or a blanket.”
I fight my grin as I lean closer. “I’m no expert or anything, but…don’t you typically have to know what it isbeforeyou start?” I arch a brow, feeling very refreshed after my power nap. I glance at the clock, seeing that it’s eleven at night. So, not super late, but he should be at least trying to sleep by now.
“I’ve actually never been very good at it,” he admits, scratching the back of his head. “It just…helps me to have something to focus on.”
I peer closer at the piece. “Can I see it?” I hold my hands out, but I can tell he’s hesitant to hand it over. He must be worried that I’ll snag the yarn or something. “I promise I’ll be very careful.”
He lets out a humorless laugh. “That’s not…” He sighs, shaking his head, “I…I’m having some issues right now, Song Bird.”
I frown. “Issues? Can I help?”
Brennan groans, his head falling back before he hands the yarn creation over without meeting my eyes. He pulls an earbud out of the ear furthest from me, the music still playing as it sits on the nightstand.
Taking it, I peer closer. It’s like a million little loops forming the strip of yarn, and I can’t quite comprehend how this is staying all together.
“Woah,” my eyes wide, I look up, “I can’t believe you—” Oh. My gaze lands on his lap, and his absolutely raging boner.
It’s ridiculous how unable I am to tear my eyes away.
“That’s why I was crocheting,” he throws his hands over his eyes, his cheeks still red. “I was trying to make it…go away.”
“Brennan,” I say sweetly, gently putting down his project and straddling his lap. “Do you want to know whatelsecan make it go away?”
He gasps as the single layer separating my pussy from his lap brushes between us. I didn’t wear pants to bed tonight, so the only things covering me are my underwear and a big t-shirt.
“Wren,” his voice is pained, “that’s not what I was trying—”
I silence him with a kiss, my lips pressing against his desperately. It’s been days of kissing and sweetness, but I think I’m ready to take another one of my men’s dicks now.
His hands move to grip my hips, but then I’m slipping down his body, settling between his legs and pulling down the front of his boxers.
“Fuck, I want a picture of that,” he groans, his eyes never leaving my face as I grip his hard cock in my hand. I stroke it, loving the little sounds he makes while I give him pleasure.
Turns out, the more you do sex stuff, the more confident you get with it.
Who knew?
“Fuck, wait,” he gasps, and I stop, looking up at him in confusion.
“Did…Did I do something wrong?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” he shakes his head fervently. “That was amazing. So amazing, in fact, that I was just about to come. But…I want this to last.”
