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Parting my folds even further, I ease my friend a few inches inside before bringing him back to the bud still begging to be pleased, all while imagining it’s Santiago's tongue teasing it as he slips a digit and then another deep within me. A crack of thunder follows a bright flash of lightning and I let out a moan loud enough to rival it.

With Kennedy's focus still on the top half of my naked body sprawled out for them, Santiago rises between my thighs and slowly guides himself inside of me. A few pumps with my friend and bringing him back again while playing with the nipple that's peeking out of the blankets now almost sends me over the edge. Unexpectedly, all I can think about is begging Santiago for his knot. The thought of having his knot locking deep within my walls has me crying out, matching the storm raging outside.

It isn't until the bliss starts wearing off that I begin to wonder about the biology of it all. I wasn't lying to Thomas about being separated into different designation sex education classes. All they'd ever taught us was that beta bodies weren't built to take them. There'd been more, but at that age we'd all been too embarrassed to ask questions out loud. As I lay in my post-climax bliss, I make it a point to remind myself tomorrow to do more research. For now, I fall asleep listening to the storm with the scents of my alphas surrounding me.

Chapter 8

Bryce

It's been four days since I spent that stormy night under the quilt, and only two since my date with Santiago and Kennedy.

The entire next day before our date, I'd spent looking up every article I could find on omegas and pack life. Some of them left me blushing worse than Santiago. Especially the ones referencing heats and alpha knots. Taking it a step even further, I took it upon myself to download a few omega romance novels.

Between all of the info dumps, I think I grasp a better understanding without biased opinions now. A lot of it jogged recessed memories that I can kind of remember learning about a long time ago, but more than is comfortable to admit was new to me. Some of it even came in handy Saturday night when the two alphas showed up on my doorstep. Having only ever seen them in suits or dressier attire, I can't even begin to detail how incredibly sexy I found them in regular daywear. Santiago was as devastating as always in a light pair of jeans and white shirt with some kind of save the animals print on it. Kennedy, on the other hand...I hadn't seen the man in a week, yet the flame reignited at one glance at his dark jeans and soft Henly. I'd opted for a hunter-green tight-fitting skirt and black top that exposed my shoulders and a small strip of skin between the two. From the expressions they'd worn, I wasn't the only one affected, either.

Kennedy drove us a few towns over to an old drive-in that I didn't even know existed. They'd pulled out a blanket, pillows, and picnic basket before walking towards a more remote area where we could still see the screen and spread everything out before us. I'd taken a moment to be seriously thankful that they didn't ask me to bring the things they'd sent as gifts. Not only did they now probably carry the scent of my arousal from the other night, but if I'm honest, I really just didn't want to give them back. I liked falling asleep beneath it.

Before the movie started, we'd spent the half hour or so talking about anything and everything. What we liked doing for fun among many other things. I had to slightly uncomfortably admit that I don't have many hobbies since I spent so many years working hard for my career. Then George liked us doing things he wanted to do, such as golfing or going with his friends to the lake. They didn't seem particularly happy with talking about him much, which I totally understood and let it drop.

“I can’t believe you’ve been so many places,” I’d told Kennedy after he admitted to most of the countries he’s visited, mostly for work.

“Where’s somewhere you’ve always wanted to go?” he’s asked.

I’d gotten a bit distracted with how attractive he looked, sitting with one leg an angle underneath the other with his arms around his knee. He’d had his body facing me the entire night, giving me his undivided attention. It had taken me a minute to actually think of an answer before replying, “I don’t know, United Kingdom maybe. There are a few countries there that have cute little villages that I’d like to visit.”

“Done,” he says with a smile. “We’ll make it a date vacation and go soon.”

My heart had soared beyond all capabilities. Even if we never go, the sweet offer had made me swoon even harder for the big man.

When it started getting dark and the movie started playing, Santiago pulled out a radio, just like the one he'd sent me, along with light finger foods that we all snacked on. I can't speak for them, but from my place on the cushion between them I found it difficult to keep my attention on the movie at all. I couldn't seem to stop myself from sneaking glances at them from the corner of my eyes.

Halfway through, it started getting chilly out, so Kennedy offered to grab a jacket from his car. That's when Santiago kissed me. I thought all of the daydreaming about that moment had prepared me for the feel of that cocky mouth against mine, but I was so wrong. What began as a soft press of our lips against each other turned hot fast, and it was most definitely my fault. As soon as I opened up for him and the first taste of him filled my senses, a short whine slipped from my throat. Before I even knew what was happening, he grabbed my hips and helped maneuver me to straddle his thighs, leaving my skirt riding up mine, the whole time never breaking off the kiss. His hands never left my hips as my arms went across his shoulders so that I could grip the back of his neck. I'd not been able to stop myself from pressing further against him and the sound that left him when I did, had another soft whine building in my chest.

What I'm sure he'd planned as a sweet moment quickly turned into a situation that I don't think either of us were ready for. Thankfully, Kennedy was there, and a quiet clearing of his throat might as well have been a bucket of ice water over my head. I'd tried to pull away from Santiago, but he'd held strong on my hips until he kissed me again in what probably should have been our first sweet one. By the time I'd gotten back on my cushion, Kennedy was already sitting, albeit it much closer than before, making sure I was brushing one of them every time I moved. He'd offered the jacket and I'd graciously accepted, trying to hide my embarrassment at being caught practically mauling his friend right out in the open.

As though he was sensing my discomfort, Santiago made it a point to lift my chin every time it dropped. More than once, he turned it gently to quickly kiss me again. Having Kennedy on my other side close enough to be brushing elbows had my heart just about dropping into my stomach every time he did it, too. It's one thing to have a man like Santiago showering you with his undivided attention and then a whole other thing to have his best friend watching while it happens.

By the time the movie was over and we were walking back to the car, I might as well have been a puddle on the ground. My legs felt like wet spaghetti noodles and I even tripped one time by accident. Kennedy was close enough to catch me before I hit the ground and then held onto my hand afterward. Halfway to the car, I was struck with that insanity streak once again. That's all I could figure anyway, since I decided to slow my pace and let Santiago put some distance between us. Then, I pulled Kennedy to a stop. When he turned to inspect why we'd stopped, I went right into his space and swung my arms around his thick waist. His expression morphed from concern to surprise quickly. It hadn't taken him long to catch on as I lifted my chin to look up at him. He'd closed the distance between our mouths slowly as though asking for permission, even though it was clearly already being offered.

One hand sunk into the hair at the back of my head as the other went around my lower back before he literally lifted me off my feet and slanted his lips across mine. For such an act of aggression, the kiss was short and sweet with virtually no time to get the least bit spicy. Of course, there was no telling my girl bits this. They were still riding high from the entire night. Plus, there's just something about the way he bent his knees and lifted me a few inches off the ground, making me feel small in comparison, that really fueled the fire. Later, I'd wonder if he'd do that again and let me sling my legs around his waist. Never have I ever felt less ashamed of having a ‘big girl’ body than I had in that moment with him.

I almost begged him not to put me back down when he broke the kiss, but unfortunately, he did. Santiago had waited patiently by the car and hadn't interrupted us. He just wore that crooked grin that made me want to kiss it right off of him. On the trip back to my house, Kennedy announced that they'd be going out of town to Japan for two weeks for a deal they were trying to close. We'd all traded numbers, but he specifically said that they might not be able to be in contact much until they got back to the states. I tried my best not to be sad when they'd both left me standing on the doorstep with nothing other than a short peck on the lips goodbye.

Having been so worked up all night with them had me in some kind of frenzy, and instead of wanting to go upstairs and crawl under the quilt with my friend, I had felt compelled to get started redoing all the decor that still sat waiting on me. I hadn't even taken any of it out of their boxes yet and the last bit of it had arrived the same day as the date. Then I'd come to realize there was another slightly bigger problem. As soon as I'd ripped the curtains down from the half-bay windows in the sitting room and tried to hang the others, they just hadn't felt right, either.

Leaving the room, I'd walked from one end of the house to the other, considering where to hang the new curtains. The last place I expected to end up was the small basement that'd been built out of caution for storm sheltering. As soon as I had flipped the light and descended the stone steps down, I knew right away that for whatever weird reason, this was exactly where I wanted the new decor to go. It's only approximately a fifteen-by-fifteen room with no windows, so I wasn't sure how the curtains would play out simply hanging from the wall. All I knew was that it all had to go down there. George and I had never even used it as storage. We weren't the type of people who held onto material things, so we never had any totes or boxes to find a place for. Which had made it super easy, leaving me with nothing but cobwebs to dust and a few spiders to kill.

It had taken all night and into the early morning hours before I finally called it quits. There had been a few things I still wanted to do, but I'd been exhausted. I'd unboxed all of the throw pillows and blankets, the new rug, and curtains and placed them where I'd wanted. Except the curtains. I'd researched a little and found an awesome way of hanging them from the ceiling, but it required materials I hadn't had on hand. So, they got folded neatly in the corner.

Standing back and taking in the space with all of its orange, yellows, and greys, it was obvious the place was going to take a lot more work before it felt right. Being so tired, though, I'd done the wildest thing that I had all night, and that included practically jumping Santiago, instigating the kiss with Kennedy, and staying up so late to put all of my new purchases in my basement rather than where I'd originally planned in the house. Rushing upstairs as fast as my tired legs would carry me, I'd folded all of my gifted pillows into my quilt before stopping by the hall closet to grab sheets and the air mattress that we'd bought and used one time at the lake when too many people showed up. Flipping all the lights off, I'd made my way back down before airing up the mattress, covering it in all the things I'd brought down and crawling on top of it. I'd fallen asleep to dark silence still wrapped in Kennedy's soft jacket.

Ever since, I've been reading the romance stories I'd downloaded last week and come to realize that the feeling I've been having might be nesting. After a quick lunch yesterday with Thomas and telling him everything that happened, he'd confirmed what I thought. Though, he did say he was surprised because his nesting instincts typically coincide with his heat. Which I should not be having. Then again, a lot of things are happening that shouldn't be. Like him being able to sense right through my suppressants and my being so drawn to the two alphas taking up space not only in my brain, but also a part of my house as well. I'd tested the theory on other alphas, too. There was absolutely no one at my firm that called to me the way Kennedy and Santiago did. It wasn't enough of a cause for concern to contact my doctor since I already had an appointment scheduled. Thomas had agreed.

So, other than that small bit of worry and having not heard from Santiago and Kennedy yet, my week started with a better outlook than it has in months. Well, besides having to deal with George coming into my office yesterday when I'd stopped by after lunch. Stupid jerk had barged right in like he owned the place, taking one glance at the flowers still on my desk and demanding to know if I was serious about actually dating alphas like it was any of his business. I'd justifiably ignored him until Stephanie stomped in madder than a wet hen and nothing less than drug him out. It's at that point, I'd said bye to Chloe and hightailed it out of there. I'm so not about to be the drama of the office. I had showings with the same client from Thursday anyway, which ate up the rest of my day.

The next morning, I'm in a pretty cheerful mood considering Santiago and Kennedy took time to call last night. They'd apologized and said they'd been jetlagged and already having to jump into business almost as soon as stepping off the plane. With the time difference being almost an entire twenty-four-hour period, they'd taken time before they left for the day to video call. It hadn't been a long conversation, but it was enough to make my stomach do funny things and put a pep in my step today.

I'm humming to the tune on the radio when I get an incoming call from Chloe. Answering it on the bluetooth in my car, she doesn't even bother waiting for me to say hello before she jumps right in. "Please tell me you're on your way into the office right now."

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