Page 102 of The Gift
“Huh? Start again, Ashton, I was having an epiphany, but you’ve clearly got things you need to say,” I sass, playing with him. He reacts in an instant, going from crawling closer to pretty much leaping on to me, pinning my arms above my head.
“Don’t smart mouth me, omega. I was saying, let me take you outside of this room, I’ll even fix this catastrophe of your nest for you, Bailey girl.” He stretches down as he kisses my nose, “You need food. Proper food. Nothing can hurt you here and I really think some fresh air will be good for you. And I’m not even the doctor. Let me care for you like I need to. Please?”
“We go out into the omega compound, where other people will see us?”
“Yeah, we do. You have to. It doesn’t mean you have to explain to anyone how we are or why we’re here unless you want to. Little steps, with four gorgeous, occasionally grumpy boyfriends who will cherish every second they are with you.”
I close my eyes, taking in a shuddering breath, working through his offer. Probably enjoying being in one of Ashton’s holds if truth be told.
“She’s not ready, Ash, you’re pushing too hard,” Henley says quietly.
“No, I’m not pushing her too hard, Hen. Bailey’s ready, she’s the most fearless out of all of us. It’s overwhelming is all.” Ashton kisses my nose again before letting my arms go, caging me instead, smothering me in his touch, his scent, and his conviction.
Opening my eyes, I’m greeted with his sky-blue ones, full of emotion, “We’re with you all the way. We’ve got lots to talk about too.”
“Like?” I offer back.
And Ash smiles softly down at me. “Pack bites, living arrangements, date nights are some of the good ones.”
“And I take it there are bad ones?”
“Yep. But I’m going to tell you again, we’re with you all the way. We can do your future however you want, but right now your pack wants to take you to dinner. If we didn’t think you were ready, do you honestly think I’d be asking you to do this?” Ashton leans in to kiss me hard before pulling back and watching me sort through my head.
He waits, patiently too before the other three appear in my field of vision, looking eager for my answer.
“Why do I feel like I want to cry or scream? All of these emotions are making me feel so unlike me, they keep messing with me.”
“Massive life change isn’t enough of an explanation, Bailey girl?”
I chuckle, rubbing the palms of my hands into my eyes. “Yeah, good point. Does this restaurant have alcohol?”
“It’s a restaurant not a monastery, Bailey. Of course it does. It’s legit a bon-a-fide restaurant, experienced chef, waiters, waitresses, we even have to pay,” Ashton adds, staying super close to me, nose to nose really.
I take in a big breath. Food sounds really good, so does having a shower, but alcohol is the deciding factor. Okay, well seeing them dressed up is a huge motivator too.
“Okay, but I’m paying or I’m not going.”
I peek out, expecting a chorus of disapproval, but Ash is there flicking his eyebrows up suggestively, smiling like a crazy person with all his teeth showing. “Awesome, because you’re fucking loaded. So you know, I’m getting an entrée and not sharing a dessert since you’re paying.”
I laugh, pushing him off me and climbing to my feet. “I didn’t bring anything to wear.”
I nab Henley’s waiting hand and he leads me out of the hideous nest and into the large bathroom.
“That’s okay, I had time to stop and buy you a heat gift from me, in case something like this happened,” Ashton says, his hands on my hips as he guides us under the shower as soon as Henley has the water temperature perfect.
“You did?”
“Yep. Best part, since we’re in the omega centre and you’re an omega, you don’t even need to wear underwear if you don’t want. Although I did get a matching set in case, we can unwrap you later if you wear them or I can lick your slit while you have a cocktail at the restaurant. So many good options.”
We walk out of the suite in under forty minutes. My hair is blow dried, my makeup is done and I’m wearing Ashton’s gift; a pale pink silk shift that barely covers my ass, along with the lingerie he selected. The only accessories I wear is their claim around my neck and a pair of nude stilettoes.
The A-team look incredible, no suits, no ties but tight dark pants for days. The kind that hug their asses, while the pale coloured linen shirts stretch over their chests, and I make a point of rolling their sleeves up so I can enjoy some veiny arm porn while I eat.
I guess I made my choice on how I handle this, taking Henley’s hand on one side, and letting Reno take the other. Koda at my back, Ashton to the front, my credit card in his pocket.
Bailey
Ashton was right. I needed to get out of the suite. The fresh air was good, but the normality of the evening was better. Admittedly it was the company that was the most enjoyable. I was fast becoming a Pack Bailey junkie, desperate for the smallest hit from them. Best news was they were a pack of enablers, and fed my desperate need for attention, and touches, without even being asked.
