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I can’t think of a better way to celebrate.

Chapter 32

Grace

We take care of any paperwork and the horse that Hendrix brought to ride for the barrel racing, then we grab some proper food that’s not fairground fare, especially for Hendrix. The man’s starving.

The other three Alphas tease him about his plans as we head back to the motel, pointing out how exhausted he must be, wondering if he’ll be able to keep up with the other three of them as they play with my body. I shiver in anticipation, wildly turned on by the way they talk about me.

It feels naughty in the best way, to have it being discussed in public, even with low voices that other people can’t possibly overhear. I feel like everyone must just look at me and know what we’re discussing. That they must instinctively realize, from my expression, from the way I stand, that I’m walking back to a motel to have sex with my Alphas.

Well, not my Alphas, not really. Except—maybe. Maybe they are.

I’m still not sure.

Right now isn’t the time to ask for clarification. Right now, Hendrix is in a celebratory mood, and I’m already so turned on at the very idea of sex with them that I can hardly stand it.

When we get to the motel, though, Jesse doesn’t lead us up to the room. He leads us to the car. I frown. “Where are you going?”

He grins. “What, you thought we’d just stay in a silly motel after how Hendrix did today? And with the things we want to do to you? I got no intention of letting the neighbors overhear your moans, those are just for us.”

The other men all nod in agreement, and I blush as I get into the car. I love how possessive they are of me. I spare a thought for Maybelle, and what Jesse said earlier. I feel bad for her, if she doesn’t get to have this. These men aren’t even really my Alphas, and they’re doing all this for me. It’s dangerous—a girl could get used to this.

We don’t drive out too far, about half an hour, so that we’re out of the town proper and I can only just see the houses in the distance from one another. We pull up in front of what seems to have once been a proper barn, a five-minute drive away from a homestead. This must be the same property.

“The owners renovated this place and rent it out now,” Jesse explains as we get out. “We liked the privacy.”

“And the room,” Easton chuckles.

They lead me inside, and I see that the owners really have made the barn into this lovely cozy place to stay. It’s still got all the barn-charm to it, but the loft is now a cozy place to sleep with beds, and there’s a kitchen beneath, and all sorts of things.

“It’s adorable,” I say honestly.

“You like it then?” Easton asks, like he’s still not sure.

“I love it,” I promise.

“Good,” I hear Hendrix growl, then he’s pulling me into his arms and kissing me.

Our kiss deepens, and Hendrix’s scent overwhelms me, mixing with the smells of the barn and turning me on even more. He scoops me up by the thighs and carries me backward until my back meets the wall, then sets me down again with one of his legs wedged between mine, all without breaking our kiss.

His thigh grinds against my clit, and when our lips part, he stares at me intensely. “Come for me. Just like this,” he growls in my ear. I’m already so turned on from watching him that I’m good and wet for him, and it’s not going to take much more of this for him to get what he wants from me.

Not that I’m complaining.

I roll my hips against him, grinding and pressing against his leg and losing myself in the feeling of his hard thigh muscles massaging my clit.

“There you go, darlin’. Ride your cowboy,” he mutters in my ear, and I melt into him, coming hard against his leg. It’s a good thing I have his arms and leg to hold me up because my knees buckle and my body shudders. He kisses, licks, and nips at my neck, working me through it as my hips continue rocking my clit against him.

I throw my head back as the last of the orgasm tears through me, and Hendrix takes me by the back of my skull to pull me in for another kiss in the aftermath. His tongue dances across mine, and I realize as I leak again that I’ve left a blooming, wet stain on his pants.

His eyes follow mine down to the stain, and he smirks at me. “I love that. Something to remember this by,” he says and scoops me back up into his arms. He carries me over to where the other three Alphas have been watching, and as we approach the bed, I’m expecting and hoping for Hendrix to fuck me, but instead he sets me down on the bed and lifts his cowboy hat off his head.

“I want to watch my pack mates fuck you,” he says huskily, then plops his hat on my head. Heat floods me as the other Alphas surround me like a pack of hungry jackals, each staring at me like a vulnerable piece of prey. They tear off their clothes as Hendrix takes a seat in the only chair in the room, perfectly situated to watch it all happen.

Jesse, Cade, and Easton join me on the bed, each of them kissing and touching me as they start to peel off my clothes. In a matter of seconds, I’m completely naked except for the cowboy hat.

“Leave it,” Hendrix orders when Jesse reaches for it, and I realize that he’s going to direct this little show I’m starring in for him, which only turns me on more.

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