Page 2 of Packed for the Holidays

“Good. I think we’ve got most of my platform hammered out now.” With a flick of his wrist, he unhooks my bra and slides it off my shoulders. Reaching behind me with a hungry spark in his gaze, he turns on the dryer.

The vibration and warmth of the machine immediately has me needy. I open the bond and let him feel all of it. He groans and rubs his thumb over the bond mark between my breasts, right over my heart. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer, undoing the buttons on his dress shirt as I ask him more about the meeting.

A big part of his platform is omega rights, and he’s constantly seeking my opinion and really listening to my thoughts. His willingness to include me in his life and truly hear me out is definitely a turn on.

Within minutes, we’ve both lost the train of conversation. He’s got me naked on the dryer while he’s still dressed, although his unbuttoned shirt hangs open, revealing his chiseled chest.

His mouth on mine, Harrison sinks his fingers inside me while the dryer shakes and hums. Finding that spot that makes me lose control, he doesn’t notice the little bundle that fell out of my shirt pocket when I threw it in the wash.

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Oz

Idon’t go back inside after putting away the ladder. Instead, I stall, tidying up the already clean garage. There’s a ding on the ladder and it makes me wonder who got it out. Harrison wasn’t wrong when he said Meggie was nervous. I sensed it, too, even before I got home. She wasn’t doing a great job of masking her emotions.

She’s keeping something from us, but this close to Christmas, that’s expected. We’re keeping a few things from her, too. Or we will be once we finally decide what to get her.

The rattle of the dryer bangs against the wall, and Meggie moans loud enough for me to hear. I listen for Harrison’s low grunts. I picture his pants aroundhis ankles as he takes our girl. His ass flexing as he thrusts.

Fuck.

Meggie’s best friend Emily—the only person I’ve told about my sexual curiosity—says I daydream about Harrison more often than the others because he’s safe. It’s a fantasy I can play in my head like pretend. Nothing will ever happen between us. Harrison is strictly into Meggie. It’s scarier to fantasize about Ellis or Dante or McQuinn or Nils because they might actually be into it if I suggested something.

Or they could laugh in my face and reject me.

I sigh, pulling out my tools and going to the bike at the back of the garage. After the Olympics, we all felt a little aimless. It’s hard to figure out what you want to do after you’ve accomplished the one thing you’ve dreamed about since you were a kid. Harrison was the only one who had it easy since he always wanted to get into politics, make a difference.

I’m still not really sure what I want to do, but for now, I’ve been pretty happy fixing up bikes. I’ve been making decent money at it too. Not nest-egg-money, but enough to feel like I’m contributing to the pack.

There’s a bang against the wall, and a spike of heat hits me through the bond. It’s hard to tune out Meggie and Harrison—as hard as my dick. But I manage to focus on the engine in front of me until a car pulls into the driveway. McQuinn parks in front of the garage and climbs out of his sedan.

“Hey,” he says. “Did Ellis tell you his idea forMeggie’s—”

“Keep your voice down,” I hiss and toss a greasy rag at him, which he bats away. I jerk my head to the laundry room door just as Meggie lets out a loud shriek. McQuinn’s eyes flare with heat.

“I don’t think they’ll hear us,” he says.

I know he means if we talk about Meggie’s gift, but my belly still heats at the innuendo in his words.

The air shifts, sizzling between us. McQuinn smirks. The chubby I’m sporting presses against the zipper of my jeans.

“Sounds like they’re having fun.” McQuinn steps closer. His citrus scent seeps into my space. I fucking hate how good it smells.

I swallow, but my mouth is dry. The engine suddenly seems really fascinating, and I can’t meet McQuinn’s gaze. He’s standing so close I can feel the heat coming off his body, but he doesn’t touch me. The pointed way he avoids touching me makes the tension worse.

I don’t think I’m reading him wrong, but I don’t want to rock the boat. I mean, I’d love to rock him. Back and forth down my throat. Squeeze his hard thighs as I swallow him deep.

Lately, I’ve been wondering what a man’s cum tastes like. Would I like going down on a guy?

Last night, after I came all over Meggie’s tits, I dragged my finger through it, coating her nipples in me, then licked it off. It wasn’t bad. But I think I’d like it a lot more if it was coming out of someone I caredabout, someone I made feel that good.

But what if McQuinn and I do something and it upsets the dynamics with the rest of the pack? What if Nils gets jealous? Or Ellis and Dante get uncomfortable because they know I’m into them and they’re not into me?

I’m usually so confident. This unease and anxiety is so fucking annoying!

I can hear Emily’s voice in my head: “You can’t control what other people do or want. All you can do is say what you want, put yourself out there, then accept what happens.”

She’s right. But I kinda hate that she’s right. I’m not used to putting myself out there. I mean, I got around before packing up with Meggie and the guys, but I never had to work at it. There’s no risk when women always approach you. I’m hot, athletic, and I’ve got that bad boy look women seem to go for. Meggie was the first I really had to work for. With the guys, it’s doubly scary. What would it mean for our pack if I put myself out there and they reject me?

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