Page 116 of Knot Without My Permission
“Ransom is going to pick on you for avoiding your squats,” Lore teases me.
I don’t know anyone who enjoys going on runs and hitting the weights the way Ransom does. He just zones out during it, and afterward he’s in the best mood. I guess the endorphin myth after working out is true. I think it’s bullshit. I’ll exercise because I have to, and the last couple of months my time has been filled with building things for the backyard.
Our bedroom now has a balcony that sits over the kitchen and back door to provide us with a porch, and it also keeps the rain and snow off the bed swing Ransom and I hooked up out there.
It’s only part of all the work done in our yard, and I’m really fucking proud of it. We’re creating spaces we can use year roundso we won’t be stuck in the house during the winter months. It’ll hopefully help with our wanderlust.
Standing, I trust that Marie won’t fall off as I walk. Lore still walks behind us as I climb the stairs all the way to the loft. My heart is beating a little harder, but I’m doing pretty well after the three flights of stairs.
Take that, Ransom!
“You’re so cute,” Storm grins, watching as Marie slides down my back to look around her nest. He’s standing just outside with Ransom on the stairs, waiting for her to invite him in. “What do you think?”
Marie walks slowly around the room, and I frown as tears slide down her cheeks. I glance worriedly at Lore and he shakes his head slightly, not taking his eyes off her.
The nest has the mattress in the recessed bed frame that she wanted, the pretty draped curtains for the bed, and the black out curtains now hanging open on the windows. I learned how to put up the wallpaper once the bathroom plumbing and tile was in, and I cursed a blue streak during it until I got the hang of it.
We have had a part in creating every piece of her vision, and now she’s finally seeing it completed. There’s even a sex swing that can just be used for days when she needs the world to disappear.
“It’s so pretty,” she whispers. “It’s like night and day from when I first saw it. I love it so much!”
The wall ensconces that we added can be kept low when it’s nighttime, but the room is large enough that it needed the extra light.
Basically, anything she said she wanted at the nest store, we recreated out of her mind. Marie’s never had a true nest before, and we’re happy to give her the only nest she’ll ever need or want. As soon as she was given the ability to design whatever she wanted, her mind went wild with ideas.
I’m glad we delivered to the standards she wanted. It’s all we could ever hope for.
“You deserve it all, Sugar,” Ransom says, his voice full of emotions as he watches her.
“Do you need to study?” she asks Ransom, pulling her clothes off to crawl into the bed. I pull off my sweatshirt and she makes grabby hands for it, making me grin as I toss it to her. “I want snuggles.”
Ransom has been taking night classes for his EMS training, and he’s a month and a half in. He’ll need to do clinical experience toward the end of his six month course, which means he’ll be home less during it. Marie has been very supportive, and even helps him with his classwork sometimes.
Ransom is adamant about having as much training as possible so he’ll have it when he begins to go on runs with the club. Wrecks on the bikes, skirmishes with other outlaw clubs, etc. are common while on the road. None of that is out of the ordinary, and even though Ransom doesn’t love having to leave Marie, he knows that the club may need a medic.
Things have been pretty quiet, but I know that can change on a dime.
“Not right now,” he murmurs, stripping to his boxers to follow her into bed.
Lore chuckles under his breath as he does the same, fully enjoying that we’re wrapped around her finger.
“I’d much rather be here,” Ransom says, curling up behind her to be the big spoon.
It looks like it’s going to be a puppy pile kind of day in bed. Marie is covered with my sweatshirt, her bare legs tangling with Ransom’s.
“You’re all so needy,” I murmur, crawling onto the bed.
Storm nudges Marie until she flops onto her back so he can lay his head on her stomach, and Ransom merely smirks inamusement. It gives Lore the ability to alternate between playing with Storm’s hair and sliding under my sweatshirt to grope Marie’s tit with a very smug smile.
Honestly, it’s a normal pack day for us as we quietly celebrate presenting our omega with her nest.
“Lore, back up before we end up fucking instead of napping,” Marie says, pushing on our alpha’s shoulder.
“I was planning to get into something more comfortable. What’s better than being inside of you?” he shrugs with a sexy chuckle.
I freeze, my jaw dropping as I think over his words.
“That was so bad,” I say, my voice cracking as my cock stands up at attention. “It’s a pain in the ass to sleep with a hard on, Lore.”
