Page 89 of Slick Handling

Waking up surrounded by warm bodies is my new favorite thing.

McKinley has his leg thrown over one of mine and Apollo has his giant leg over both of ours. Both of them have their hands over my stomach. Vaughn has me tucked under his arm, my head under his chin. Griffin has both arms around my stomach, his cheek against the skin as he holds me close.

I can feel his breath against the skin under my belly button and it makes me want to rub his hair and soothe him. Griffin seems like he is always trying to please everyone and I just want him to know that he’s enough for me how he is.

Reaching down, I stroke over his forehead, pushing some of his hair from his face. The way he smiles in his sleep, nuzzling into my skin makes it all worth it.

“He likes to cuddle. I think he’s on to something.” Vaughn whispers in my ear. “But if you want out of the puppy pile, I can help.”

Everyone is so warm and cozy, I don’t really want to get out of bed with them. Except, I do have to pee.

My head tilts and Vaughn seems to realize what I’m asking.

He carefully gets himself out first. Grabbing a pillow, he loops Griffin’s arms around it to free me. He works on Apollo and Mickey next. Tangling their legs and shifting them. Apollo lets out a huff sound that makes me smile gleefully at his grumpy sleepy nature. A pillow is shoved where their hands were as Vaughn scoops me up and out of my nest.

Setting me down on my feet, he looks me over, licking at his lips before taking a step back.

“You’re free. I’m going to get dressed and head to the gym. Do you need anything, cherry girl?”

My eyes take Vaughn in. His gray briefs hugging his body, the way that his brown hair is sticking out in several directions. There is bruising around his lip from where he fought Bryce for me. His muscles flex, like he knows I’m looking at him and wants to put on the best show possible.

I know I’m perfuming, I can feel the way a shiver runs down my body and the low groan that comes from Vaughn’s mouth is confirmation.

He steps closer, our bodies just touching, and lets his fingers fist the back of my head. There is no asking for permission before our lips mold together.

Oh, wow cow.

Vaughn doesn’t kiss softly or let me get used to him. His tongue is in my mouth, tasting me before I even can process the fact that we’re kissing. One of his hands squeeze my ass, pulling me harder against him as he groans into my mouth.

I canfeelhim.

All of him.

Hard and thick against my tummy.

“You make me forget bad things happen. You make me want to try again. It scares the fuck out of me.” Vaughn’s speaking against my lips and making me forget how to think.

“Can I touch you?” He’s the most skittish of the pack. He told me what happened so I know why that is, but I want to make sure he really wants this.

That he wants me.

Part of me feels like if he says no I’m going to have a complete meltdown, but I don’t mind working to make sure my Alpha is comfortable. I want him to trust me and feel okay with me. Just like I feel safe with them.

Vaughn sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.

“My room. Let’s go to my room.”

“Let me just freshen up. Give me a second.” He looks at me and nods, getting one more kiss in before leaving my room.

I take a second in the bathroom and then brush my teeth. My heart is racing and I’m trying to keep myself together.

I’ve been in Vaughn’s room before, so I know where it is. I don’t knock, just push the door open. He’s sitting on the end of his bed, legs spread as he faces the door.

He opened the shades a bit, the sun streaming in to light up the space. The navy blue of his bedding looks good against his skin. It smells heavily like him in here, the sweet syrupy scent of him with something slightly spicy mixed in.

His room is clean, a few pictures hung on the wall showing off his hockey career and his pack. A few blank spaces are there, spaces that I’m sure his family and girlfriend used to fill. A hockey stick is in the corner with a rubber ball beside it. A pile of laundry in the basket by his closet. His laundry needs to be done soon because…

“Are those my panties?”

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