Page 45 of My Knotty Mountain Men

Then I remember. I’m in the guys’ house.

My heart races as my eyes flick to the door. I’m here, in their house, in their spare room.

Last time I was here, things didn’t end well. I hope that‘s not the case this time.

Yesterday went amazing. We spent hours talking, with the guys getting to know a lot about my friends and me. Being in their arms, being surrounded by their scents made any pain I felt over the past three months go away. Like it was never there. Almost like a magical fix to everything.

I know that's not the case. There are still a lot of things we need to talk about and to figure out, but I’m no longer dreading the outcome.

I place my hand on my stomach as it swirls with nervous excitement. Glancing down, I smile. “Those are your daddies out there,” I murmur. “We’re going to be okay, little bean. I just know it.”

Needing to pee, I climb out of the bed that I’m now realizing smells like them. I laugh when I see a few men’s shirts lying next to the pillow. Did they bring these in for me while I was sleeping?

Dressed in my pajamas, I head across the hall to the bathroom. “Oh, god,” I groan as I see the mess that is my hair. There’s no way I can go out looking like this. I’m sure it won’t take long for me to slip into a comfortable mindset and not care about what they think of me, but right now, I do.

Looking around for a hairbrush, I come up empty-handed and mutter in annoyance. Glancing down at the hair tie on my wrist, I shrug before piling my hair on top of my head in a messy bun. I’ll deal with the knotted mess later.

“Kinda cute,” I tell myself as I look in the mirror.

Quickly, I pee and wash my hands before spotting some toothpaste.Yup, going to need to brush my teeth, that’s for sure.

Opening one of the drawers, I see an unopened toothbrush. “It’s like it was meant to be.” I’ll buy them a new one.

Giving my teeth a quick brush, I give myself a once over.Do I go back to the room and get dressed, or go out there in nothing but sleep clothes?I mean, I look good.

My eyes drop to where my nipples press against my shirt, and grin.Yeah, I’m gonna go out like this.Let my Alphas stare.

Thinking of their eyes on me has me clamping my thighs together. I didn’t notice how easily aroused I am until I saw them again yesterday. Maybe it’s because of the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it’s because they are my Alphas, my scent matches, and their smells make me so damn turned on.

As I leave the bathroom, a shiver runs through my body. It’s cold in here. Rubbing my arms to get the goosebumps to go away, I head towards the kitchen, second-guessing my decision to go out there in practically nothing.

Passing one of the bedrooms, the hint of peppermint and orange pulls me in. From what I know, each of them has their own room as well as sharing a pack room.

This must be Thomas' room.

It’s your typical man’s room. Not much in it apart from some photos of the guys on his dresser and some stunning scenery photos of the mountains. Of course, there is the normal bed, dresser, and desk too.

I spot the closet door open and grin when I see a deep green hoodie hanging directly in sight. I’m across the room in seconds, grabbing it off the hanger and pulling it over my head.

“Fuck, he smells good,” I moan as I inhale deeply. You know what's better than going out there with hard nipples to draw your Alphas’ attention? Going out there in their clothing.

I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees me in it.

Stepping out of the room, I groan for a whole new reason. The smell of bacon hits my nose, and my stomach growls. Food, I need food.

“I got you, baby.” I rub my belly. “Mama’s gonna get us some bacon.”

As I move to step around the corner into the kitchen, I hear them.

“Okay, she’s slept enough. I need to see her,” Aiden says, and a smile forms on my lips. I like that he doesn’t want to be away from me. Right now, I don’t want to be away from them either.

“Same,” Thomas adds in and my smile grows. This, this is what I wanted. Already off to a hell of a better start than last time.

They both pause when they see me standing there. Their attention on me makes my heart race a little faster.

Shoving my hands into the front pocket of the hoodie, I’m hit with a wave of shyness.

Thomas’s eyes sweep over my body, and heat flares in his eyes when he sees I'm wearing his hoodie.Yup, this was a good choice.

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