Page 37 of Bonding the Band

Well, ours, if you counted my pack mates, but in the tour bus bedroom, there was just us, so for the moment,mine.

As my lips molded to hers, I vaguely recognized the sound of the bus door opening, but I chose to ignore it. Much more important things required my attention. Namely, a beautiful naked omega of mine.

As I pulled her toward me, she swung her leg over me, her damp pussy pressed against my abdomen, and my cock wasimmediately back to full mast. Meadow was doing wonderful things for my recovery time.

Only, I reallyshouldhave been paying attention to what was happening outside the bedroom, but who could blame me when Meadow’s glorious tits were dangling in front of me, just begging to be played with?

“Arlo, what the fuck was—shit!” Beckett’s thundering tone was cut off as he opened the door to the bedroom, finding a very naked omega sitting on top of me. He stood in the doorway, his mouth agape, looking at Meadow. Phin stood behind him, a dopey grin plastered on his face.

A panicked squeak escaped Meadow’s chest as she dove off me with impressive speed. If her intention was to land next to me on the bed, she failed miserably. She fell clean off the bed in a tangle of limbs, onto the floor, concealing herself from my—our—pack mates’ views.

When she poked her head up, she glanced between all of us with wide, horrified eyes as she clutched her chest, hiding those beautiful tits from me.

“Meet the rest of our pack, princess,” I declared happily, sitting up without a care that everyone could see my cock, still rock hard and glistening with her juices.

“Is this her?” Phin asked, despite the scent making it obvious, as Meadow scrambled to pull the blanket off the bed and wrap it around herself without exposing any more of her beautiful skin.

Why was she hiding? She was a knockout.

“We’ll…uhh, give you a few minutes to get dressed,” Beckett said, looking pointedly away. Stupid gentleman.

“Take him with you,” she growled, jerking her head toward me.

“What did I do? Other than rock your world?” I asked with a pout, sitting up straighter.

“You fucking dickmatized me! Let me get dressed in peace. Shoo!” She waved her hand in a dismissive motion. I wanted to refuse to move like a petulant child, but her scent was starting to turn burnt with stress.

“Fine.” I huffed. “Don’t take too long, or I’m coming to get you.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” She frowned at me, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Standing up, I didn’t bother to grab any of my clothes as I sauntered toward the door past my two pack mates into the main body of the tour bus. Meadow would have a perfect view of my ass, and I flexed a bit to emphasize it. I knew I had a damn good rear; there had been magazine articles published, praising the curve of my derriere.

Beckett and Phineas followed me as I threw myself onto the couch near the entrance to the tour bus.

“Dude, you should really put some pants on,” Beckett said, grabbing shorts and throwing them at me.

“I like the freedom, but I’ll do it for you.” I grinned at him and tugged the shorts over my ass. “Why’d you interrupt us? I was having fun getting to know our omega.” Of course they were eager to meet her, but I’d been enjoying myself and was feeling a little petulant.

“So itisher?” Beckett asked.

I nodded enthusiastically. “She’s actually really cool. As much as I hate to admit it, Hendrix has good taste.Hertaste is somewhat questionable, considering she chose to sleep with our Henny Boy, but still, I can overlook her poor judgment because it brought us together!”

Beckett was looking at me like I had grown a third head. “You sound like you’ve lost the plot. She’s been sick, Arlo. She needed care, not a tour bus fuck!”

“Considering the situation you found us in, we know for a fact that she’s not opposed to a little tour bus fuck.”

“Arlo…” He sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “We need to make her feel comfortable, not…whatever it is you’ve been doing!”

“I can assure you she’s beenverycomfortable. In fact?—”

My words were cut off when the door to the bedroom opened and Meadow stepped out in her leggings, but instead of the shirt I had torn off her earlier, which was still on the floor by our couch, she was wearing a large graphic black tee. I was pretty sure it belonged to Beckett, though his eyes widening to saucers was my biggest clue.

She looked far too good in my pack mate’s clothing. Maybe we needed to burn all her own clothing and insist she only wear our stuff? That seemed like a good idea.

Then again, those leggings clung to her ass in a way that made me want to get on my knees and worship.

They could stay.

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