Page 89 of The Gift
“We have to go through a similar door, so give us a couple of minutes to get where we need to be. Take the time, like it’s intended to be used. If you have any doubts, if anything has changed on what you want, you’re allowed to not let people in. And that includes us.”
“No offence, but I’m about to red button your asses for taking so long. You have thirty seconds to be in your rooms,” Koda lets go of the door he was holding, effectively shutting off our discussion. And as I spin around, I see for the first time the well thought out area. It really does scream safety, although it’s how they’ve delivered it with all the soft touches, all the control being mine to make that confirms again what good people the A-team are, and every Alpha who has worked with them to make this a reality.
The lighting is dropped lower than the bright white sterility used in most businesses. The chairs dotted around the room are not office furniture, instead they are plush, pale sunshine yellow with white fluffy blankets wrapped over them. The carpet under my foot is lusciously soft and the indoor plants dotted around the area are dainty like rainforest ferns. There’s so much to take in.
“Goddamn you, for getting this right, and nearly making me cry,” I talk to myself, as I stroll around without a care in the world looking and touching everything. Someone used insight, providing a range of textures in the fabrics, the pillows, even the colours are dappled in gentle hues to install a calmness and it works, until a movement out of the corner of my eye draws me away from the pretties and over to the drop dead fucking gorgeous on display.
I get the attraction of window shopping now.
Koda is in the first room, the glass window the only thing separating us. He stands so fucking proud and ready in his dark jeans, the first button popped open suggestively. His feet bare, his eyes locked on mine, really making me wonder if he has X-ray vision. My hand hurts from the hit I land on the button. Next is Reno, he stands perfectly still, lots going on behind his eyes but he’s a picture of calm, making me press the button softer, either way the results are the same.
Henley and Ashton are mirror images of each other in the way they stand. Ashton’s blonde hair is wild like the look in his eyes, making him the most animalistic, but it’s Henley who pulses, his alpha genetics definitely not hidden today. Whether intentionally or not, he stands there with challenge and desire written all over his face, and then I must take too long because he hits his massive hand on the glass.
“First time I saw you Bailey, you were in a room much like I am now. I knew then and there that I’d move heaven and hell for you. I might have pretended for a little to give you the space you needed, but now would be a good time for you to let me in.” He starts breathing like he’s run up a mountain, his chest heaving, his mouth open.
My hand was already on both the buttons, and he must have heard the hissing release of the lock mid-sentence.
“Get down here now!”
I follow where his voice echoes from, finding another door that leads me straight to him, them really. But he’s standing in front of them, like he should because this is his pack.
Bailey
No longer separated by electronically controlled doors, or rooms, I all but take a running leap into them. Without really thinking if anyone will catch me. But Henley snatches me out of the air, before placing me in the middle of them. It’s a collision of touches, hands, and mouths everywhere. Soft groans filling the air like music and every part of me responds, taking and storing everything they offer.
“You remember the rules, no toys,” Henley teases his voice low and rumbly, no longer being alpha-holish. Which is a bit of a shame.
“Apparently I’ve got full access to everything on offer, which means if one of you chose toys being in here, that is not my problem,” I smart back, craning and reaching for more. Being with them is such a weird, and wonderful experience.
“Your way, Bails,” Koda’s voice is whispered in my ear, so softly I swear it’s one of my own thoughts, turning slightly, he uses the smallest of pushes, his cheek against mine to align our lips.
“Always.” I turn and take his mouth. He kisses me through a smile, taking us past easy going and into black sheet dreams.
Ashton joins us, his lips trailing goosebumps up my neck as he kisses his way to my ear where he spills endless promises. And then Henley is there, moving Koda out of the way so he can steal my breath. We twist and turn as we share, and they continue to make my head spin with a winning combination of small tentative kisses in between the steamiest, dirtiest ones I’ve ever had the pleasure of enjoying. I push out of them, needing air, and walk straight into Reno.
“Flushed face, dilated pupils, increased scent, shortness of breath. You’re coming back to yourself. Finding your way to us, Bailey,” he says. His slightly clinical analysis might be more for him than me because, honestly, he’s listing his own appearance.
“What do you suggest?” I ask, biting my lip, eliciting a hum of approval from the alphas watching us. A wave of change starts in my toes and washes over me, and it happens again under their soft growls of appreciation.
“Keep doing that, omega,” Koda encourages.
I smile without looking at him, enjoying the way I respond to them. Reno was right in his findings, but I want him involved not only observing.
He takes a visible step back, and I follow like we’re tethered together. It’s the belt that hangs from his hand and the blaze of desire in his eyes that adds another sweet layer of confirmation of how good this man is. He’s here with me, but he’s telling me loud and clearly that he remembers my earlier hesitations.
I snatch the belt out of Reno’s hand, but he holds on to it, and the tug I make has him stumbling, to me. Moving quickly, I nab his hands as they catch me before he realises I have his hands free, the belt thrown over my shoulder.
“We don’t need belts. I want to feel your hands on me, Reno. Did you end up telling them what happened with us?” I ask, my voice low and intimate as I move his hands with mine, over my breasts. He doesn’t need much demonstration, his touch wickedly good and I close my eyes as he takes over.
“Yes. Does that bother you?” He answers without any hesitation, leaning in to suck my nipple, until he moves to the other.
“Not at all, but you can’t all share every moment I spend with you. Sometimes I’ll need that,” I mumble, watching his lips on my body. My knees shake under his assault, my insides turn to happy flutters.
“Agreed,” four voices chorus, their voices as different as they are, but together, it sounds like gospel.
“And the last thing I want to say, if we decide that this is what we all think it is, I want to wait until the very, very end to become Pack. I don’t want something so special to get lost in something else that is already memorable.”
Ashton staggers backwards dramatically, hitting the wall and clutching his chest. I think someone shot or attacked him until I see the twinkling in his eye and the huge ass grin on his face.
