Page 58 of The Gift
“Depends.” I smile at Ashton’s question.
He licks his lips, and it’s not creepy the way he does. Ashton is actually an exceptional flirter; he’s bold and attentive, and what comes out of his mouth isn’t contrived.
“Give me something to work with,” he whines, and another part of me relaxes.
I laugh loudly, the others joining me as I smile. It’s easy being with them, surprisingly so.
“What do I get in return?” I tease him.
“Do you not realise you hold all the power right now? You could ask for anything and it would be delivered to you. We are but your humble servants.” Ashton winks.
“And you’ve had too much to drink.”
Henley barks a loud laugh. “You’re right, he has. And I’m fucking beat, and half-drunk myself. I’m taking Ashton to bed.” He shoots to his feet and stands behind the man in question, his hand massaging over his shoulders.
I watch them both. Ashton loses some of his flirting, getting caught up being the receiver instead of the giver, and I like what I see. A lot.
Ashton tips his head back, and Henley moves like a viper, wickedly fast.
His fingers clench in Ashton’s hair, tugging his head back hard before Henley drops his mouth to his, licking and sucking on Ashton’s lips. The sneaky shit though is watching me the whole time.
Reno gets up, comes around my side of the table, tugs my head back and mimics the way Ashton and Henley kiss before he walks into the kitchen chuckling under his breath.
I’m kind of blown away, and hell turned on by Reno’s completely unexpected kiss. Although kiss is kind of an understatement. He showed me and his pack exactly his intentions. And yeah, I fucking loved it.
They don’t stop, and Henley drops his eyes from mine, smiling at Ashton before kissing him again, wrenching his head back further.
“I want to watch.” I blurt out when Ashton swings around off his chair to stand up and face Henley, his own hands wrapping around the back of his neck, holding him close. My words explode out, as does my natural response to two hot guys making out. The unmistakable sweet cloud of my arousal bringing with it a deep rumbling groan from Koda, and a heated smirk from Henley. “But not tonight. As much as that would be a wonderful nightcap, I don’t want to push whatever we have going on, so I’ll tap out with the promise that you let me watch another time.”
“Bailey, anytime you want to watch or join in, the door will always be open.” Henley grins, and it makes him look hungry.
I feel good though about ending the night here. I’d feel really good if we took it further, but I don’t want to rush whatever is going on with us and I definitely don’t want to wonder if I misread their signals.
Koda
“I’m going to shower,” I murmur, biting the back of her neck while she finishes cleaning the kitchen with Reno. Although these two are not doing any cleaning and haven’t been for a while. Reno keeps backing her up against the counter, or the wall, or the table, any damn surface he can find, and each time he leaves her breathless, flushed and so aroused I can literally taste her on my tongue.
Bailey sucks a breath in, her eyes tracking me as I go. Her skin is flushed from the alcohol but also because of her desire. The drugs she was using would be starting to leave her system, but tonight she’s pink because Reno is getting her so wound up.
Walking away from her isn’t difficult—staying away will be.
I falter, nearly turning back to watch the second I hear him telling her he’s going to bend her over and fuck her. I do stop when I hear her husky response agreeing with him that he is about to do exactly that, although when her bra comes sailing into the corridor where I’m standing, I get her not so subtle message.
Every part of me responds to her. It’s like she continually glides over my consciousness even when she’s not in front of me. And she’s not yet pack. The shower stall fills with her lingering sweet scent, so much stronger than the body wash I’m using, and of course, my cock stirs to life. Even like this, thinking of her I’m ready to rut her blind.
Flicking the water to freeze your balls off cold, I last as long as I can. She’s lying in my bed, wearing my t-shirt, her legs bare and her pretty eyes set firmly on me when I walk out. I have to lean against the door jamb to drink her in. She’s in my bed, wearing my clothes, her head on my pillow.
Of course with Bailey, it’s more, her sweet omega scent is changing. And it’s getting stronger. It wraps around, promising, tempting, coaxing, and pulling me to her. She is getting that potent or maybe I’m just getting that lost in her.
“Bails, you’re getting pretty close to me locking you in this house,” I say, snagging one of her feet and dragging her closer. Wrapping my fist in my shirt and tugging it forward I get a bird’s eye view of her pebbled nipples. Her skin is flushed, hazel eyes dark.
“Funnily enough, I’m thinking the same,” she murmurs, her eyes flicking between my cock and my face. Her eyes stopping to focus on my knot.
And with the attention of my stunning omega staring at it, it swells.
“Get down here.” She chuckles. The noise adds to the intimacy, and I have to crack my neck to ease some of the tension.
I take a deep breath in front of her, pulling the neck of the shirt wider, getting a better view of the tits I want to suck on. “I can smell Reno all over you, but I can smell how much you liked it more.”
