Page 44 of Packing for Vacation

The swipe of the wipers, quick as they can go to combat the heavy downpour, match my rapidly beating pulse. The rain drowns out the wet sound of Matiu’s fingers fucking me, and I hike my skirt up higher, spreading my legs, uncaring that we’re still on the open road.

“That’s it,” he growls in my ear, and when his lips suck at the skin on my neck I come, hips bucking into him.

It’s not enough. I don’t think this is my heat but I need more. I’m only vaguely aware of the car decelerating through a turn and the new sound of gravel under the tyres. We come to a stop and my belt is unbuckled as soon as the engine dies. I climb onto Matiu’s lap in a haze, grabbing at his swollen cock—already free and leaking at the tip—and feed it into me, sinking down all the way in one go.

This isn’t a heat. I’m more aware of my surroundings than I will be when the heat comes. I don’t need my nest right now, in fact, this very different location is exhilarating, spurring me on as I begin to ride Matiu’s cock in earnest.

“Are you with me?” he asks, mouth pressed to my throat. “Or is this just omega instincts?”

“I’m here. This is fucking hot. I like the rain.” I capture his lips with mine, kissing him deeply. When I bite down on his lower lip it elicits a small, breathless laugh from him that I want to commit to memory forever.

“We all good, Scotty? I’m not going to get struck off for indecent exposure?”

“Look, mate, if you’re going down I’m going down with you because this entire car is rocking, so it’s pretty fucking obvious what’s going on, but nah, you’re all good. No one is gonna see anything from here.”

“Wait, who’s going down on who?” I joke, riding Matiu as fast as I can, his hands holding my hips in a tight grip. Scott slaps my ass and I squeak in surprise, throwing my head back and laughing as Matiu takes over, his hips bucking upwards and setting an even more frenzied pace.

Maybe I should be taking this more seriously, making the most of the inherent romance of the rain outside the foggy windows, but this is what I love about sex with these two. It’s never robotic. No two times are exactly the same. We have fun, and it feels fucking amazing. I grin down at Matiu and run my hands through his short dark hair. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Thank you for being so fucking amazing.” He pulls down the front of my sundress, freeing my breasts, his lips latching around my right nipple.

“Fuck.” It’s the sensation I didn’t know I needed, each hard suck going straight to my clit. My orgasm catches me by surprise and I cling to him, moaning as he comes a moment later, the heat of his cum within me the best sensation in the world, searing away the last vestiges of my heat spike.

When his cock slips from me with a fresh gush of slick and cum he’s still half hard, his knot still swollen, but I understand why knotting me here in this setting isn’t a good idea. Instead we clean ourselves up with serviettes Scott hands us from the glovebox, and I blush as self-awareness finally hits me.

“Sorry guys…”

“Don’t apologise,” Scott insists. “That was fucking hot and you know it.”

“This is your holiday, remember?” Matiu pats my ass. “The whole point is to do what makes you happy. If that involves fucking you through a heat spike then so be it, I’ll sacrifice myself, I’m very chivalrous like that, you see.”

“You’re so benevolent,” Scott chimes in. “It must be such a hardship on you to have to fuck the most beautiful woman in the world day in and day out.”

“We’re just teasing,” Matiu adds quietly, kissing my shoulder. “There’s no hardship involved. This is the best thing, and what makes it so good is that it’s just so easy with you, Lizzie. This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time.”

“Same,” I tell him through the lump in my throat, and kiss his cheek. I look to Scott and reach out my hand, clasping his. “Same,” I repeat for him.

He nods once, swallowing hard. “This is how a pack should be. Now,” he says, clearing his throat, “let’s get this show on the road. You still wanna go to the forest?”

The rain outside has died down to a drizzle. I peer outside, noting for the first time that Scott managed to park us in a spot well hidden from the main highway by a shelter belt of trees. “If you think it’s still okay to go in this weather, then yes.”

I fall asleep on Matiu’s shoulder while on the way to the forest and wake up to rich green vegetation all around us. Here in the ancient kauri forest the trees tower over us, their trunks wider than I thought possible. Under the tall canopy everything smells fresh and earthy thanks to the recent rain. When Scott plucks a green heart-shaped leaf filled with holes, tears off a piece, and offers it to me saying, “Here, taste this,” my eyes grow wide at the peppery flavour on my tongue.

“Oh my God, that’s Matiu’s scent!”

“I would do the same for you with mine but I’m pretty sure pine trees aren’t edible,” he jokes, making me grin.

“You know some are actually, there’s some local artisans near my parents’ place that make pine cordial, but you’re right you have to have the right kind of pine because some will probably kill you.”

“Yeah, maybe I have trust issues because I don’t think I would drink that stuff even if they said it was good. I’m the same with mushrooms.”

“Who’s got trust issues?” Matiu asks as we round the next bend, catching up with him.

“Me,” Scott answers.

There’s a flash of irritation that crosses Matiu’s face so quickly I almost miss it. “Are you sure that’s something you want to be admitting right now?”

“I meant with strange food, not relationships, obviously.”