Page 137 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

I’m looking over my shoulder as he stares at the car and then the keys. Finally, settling on me as he makes his way over to me in two steps, taking the back of my hair in his hand, “You’re amazing.” His lips press to mine, a kiss that is searing as he lets his mouth guide mine in heated passion.

Unrestrained and raw. So perfectly Ant.

It is a direct line to my clit and I was fairly confident in my ability to be able to come just from kissing him. That’s how good it is with my alpha.

“You’re going to make us late,” I try to laugh but it is more of a moan as I start to pull away. I feel drunk on the smell of his body wash and the way his expensive cologne is wafting up as I lay my hand on his chest and let myself get lost in Ant.

Usually his smell has me dizzy with need but it feels even more heightened than usual. Maybe it’s the emotions of tonight washing over me.

I need to make tonight special. And as special as I am sure Ant thought it would be to rail me in the backseat of his dream car, I didn't want to tell my man that I was in love with him after his cock was inside me. I wanted to do it over dinner, woo the man who was a master at wooing women. Give him the red carpet treatment that he deserved.

Ant kisses me between my eyes as I close them, the heat of his mouth and the softness of his touch making me sigh out in pleasure. How does he know exactly how to touch me?

“Thank you,” He holds out his hand, guiding me to the car and opening my door.

He’s playing the part of a perfect gentleman despite him being anything but gentle with me. I like that he could read me better than myself, make me feel more like myself when he was near.

Sliding into the car I watch the way his eyes widen with boyish joy. He is feeling excited as his fingers run reverently over the leather of the steering wheel. It runs through our bond. The joy he feels and I get the second hand pleasure like a hit of dopamine.

His lips moisten with his tongue before he finally turns the keys and adjusts himself on the seat, looking ecstatic as he turns to me. Ant is all smiles and joy.

I want to always make him happy like this.

Ant shifts gears and we fly forward from the driveway. I’m thankful Pax wasn’t around because we would be getting an angry phone call about car safety right about now if he saw the way Ant had peeled out. My GPS is barking directions from the phone speaker as he handles the car like a little boy living his dream.

Maybe if we had kids they would have Ant’s eyes. That serious glint, youthful happiness no matter his age and full of rage when he was mad. Expressive eyes. Eyes that painted feelings better than the person who had them could express.

“You’re staring at me, Sadie baby.” He smirks, always so sure of himself, “Want to tell me what you’re thinking about?”

“What our son would look like,” The words came out without fear of what he would think about it. Words that make my heart beat faster as he pulls over, still five minutes away from the restaurant.

Of course he wouldn’t follow the directions that are being given to him.

But Ant is shifting the car into park now before I can comment on the fact we are not where we are supposed to be. His attention is so fully on me that I can’t stop myself from touching him. I’m cupping his cheek as I lean across the car and letting my lips press against his.

Kissing Ant always feels good. Making me feel like electricity was running through me and giving me life but also securing me in place with the way that he controlled the kiss, so sure of his movements and so damn good at them.

Cocky alpha.

His groan in response, the way he starts to take over, pushing me into the seat as I’m sure he ruins the makeup I had done to be perfect for him. But I could care less because as he kisses me all I can think of is how I’m going to tell him I love him before we even get to dinner and I can’t stop myself.

He’s perfect for me. Just the way he is.

“Fuck, baby.” His hand cups my cheek, eyes on fire as they stare into mine, “I didn’t even think I wanted to have kids until you said that but it awoke something in me. Made me partially feral.” He jokes as he rests his forehead against mine and my eyes close as I just take it in, take him in as I think about how I want everything with him.

With all of them.

It’s perfect because I have all four of them. Ineedall four of them. My pack.

Anthony gives me the softest kiss before he starts driving again and I let myself get lost in the passing landscape. My heart racing but also this calmness washing over me that lets me know it’s going to be okay.

All of it is going to be okay.

Ten minutes later he is helping me out of the car, shaking his head as I smirk up at him.

The Treehouse is a restaurant in the sky that is impossible to get reservations for. Unless you call every single day, at least twice a day for weeks on end because you know the guy you are in love with has been following the food blogs and dying to go. He had been joining groups on Facebook, calling when people cancel their reservations anddriving himself half mad in an attempt to eat there. Something he told me the first time we worked out together.

Maybe I knew I was meant to be with him forever then because that night I started making phone calls to try to get him here.

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