Page 66 of Pack Baines

Chapter 25

Juniper

I wake just as the sun rises, the rays of light spilling through the window, the blackout blinds still open when Ev and I were busy mauling one another.

The man himself is still sleeping soundly, no longer locked inside me and lying on his stomach with his arm slung around my waist. Blankets are haphazardly strewn everywhere, one covering Ev’s delectable ass, while another only just covers my lower half. It’s warm in here, though, so there’s not much need for blankets. I mean, I’m not shy with any of my guys, and they’re absolutely not shy with me, so modesty is no longer a thing here.

Which is why, when nature calls and my bladder begins screaming for a bathroom, I ease myself from beneath Evron’s arm, smiling down at the man as he gently snores soundly, worn out from last night’s activities. Without bothering to cover myself, my clothes strewn all over the place, I tiptoe out of my nest and send Evron one last fond look in his direction before leaving the room.

Finding a bathroom quickly, I relieve myself and clean up the mess Ev and I made in record time, finding a discarded shirt that smells like Leylan on the sink to slip over my sensitive body. As soon as I’m covered, I leave the bathroom and go in search of either my guys or food, whichever I stumble across first.

Just as I’m quietly shuffling down the hallway, letting my nose lead me, I hear the tippity tapping of a keyboard nearby. Frowning, I pause and listen for the clacking of keys, and decide to let my curiosity take the reins.

It doesn’t take long to find the click-clacker, sneaking up to a partly opened door and peering inside to find Lowie seated at a computer with headphones covering his ears and a sexy pair of glasses seated on the bridge of his nose. He looks comfortable, with his dark hair a mess on his head, his white shirt tight around his shoulders and biceps, and a pair of sleep pants hanging low on his hips as he leans back in his chair staring at the black screen filled with numbers and letters I can’t make any sense of.

Entranced with the sight of him and enjoying how he’s unaware that I’m spying on him, I push the door open a fraction before leaning on the doorframe, settling in to watch him a little longer. I don’t even care if it makes me look creepy, because the sight of him, of any of them, deserves to be shamelessly ogled.

I’m not sure how long I watch him, my eyes tracing over his features, his muscles as he leans close to the keyboard and begins typing rapidly on the lit-up keyboard in front of him. I’m completely distracted by the way his hands fly over the keys that it takes me a moment to realize he’s no longer unaware that I’ve been snooping.

With his head turned slightly, I catch the twitch of Lowie’s lips, and I know I’ve been sussed. Much is proven when he stops typing and turns to face me properly before tugging off his headphones and placing them on a nearby stand. “Morning, Angel. Sleep well?”

The teasing note isn’t missed, and I roll my eyes before stepping into his room as soon as he holds his hand out for me. I’m tugged into his lap the moment I’m close enough, seated bridal style in his chair with his warm body cradling me snugly. “Slept like a baby as soon as Evron finally let me.”

“Greedy bastard,” Lowie grumbles under his breath, right before he cups my face and lures me into a soft, sipping kiss that I sink into with very little coaxing.

By the time he pulls back, I’m a little kiss-drunk and teased into a slightly needy state. Lowie catches it instantly, inhaling deeply and smiling somewhat smugly when I feel my cheeks heat. “You’re still needy little omega after the night you had? Based on the noises I could hear, you should still be asleep right now.”

“Oh my god,” I whisper, dropping my face into the asshole’s neck and hiding my ridiculous smile into his sandalwood-and-coconut-scented skin.

Lowie snickers, resting his cheek on my head as he says, “Don’t get shy on me now, Angel. How’re you feeling? Are you sore?”

I shake my head, keeping my nose pressed up against his throat, brushing my lips over his warm neck before I press a kiss against his steady pulse.

“Did Ev take care of you?” he asks, voice deepening as I press more kisses against him, tasting him with small licks and nips that have his arms tightening around me, his computer long forgotten.

With a deep groan as my teeth scrape over his neck, Lowie sinks one hand into the back of my tangled hair, using his hold to keep me in place while his other hand journeys south. It travels over the sides of my bare breasts covered in Ley’s shirt, and over my hip, right before Lowie bunches up the material of his brother’s shirt.

Pausing his hands, Lowie tilts his head slightly to offer me more of his neck for me to maul, before he asks, “You need more, Angel?”

“Uh-huh,” I mutter against his neck, going right back to running my tongue over his pulse that quickens in pace, matching the beats of my heart.

When I bite into him, my blunt teeth denting his skin, Lowie curses under his breath before he slips his heated hand beneath theshirt, slipping between my already slick thighs and finding me bare and wanting already.

“I love how wet you get for me. So hot and slick,” he groans as soon as he glides his fingers through my folds and coats them in my arousal, his touch teasing.

Moaning against his neck, I blurt, “What the hell is with you guys and your filthy mouths?”

I can hear the grin in Lowie’s voice as he counters, “Is that a complaint I hear, Angel? I thought you liked dirty talk.”

“I fucking love it,” I agree, my legs parting to allow him better access to my already needy pussy. Don’t know why she’s already gagging for more, like the bitch didn’t get an entire night of mind-blowing orgasms. “Pretty sure only a few dirty words in those sexy voices of yours will have me gushing before you’ve even touched me properly.”

He glides his fingers through my wet folds again, and goads, “This isn’t touching you properly?”

A whine slips free of my throat when the tips of his fingers tease my entrance, and I scrape my teeth over his neck again before I say, “I don’t know why you guys like teasing me so much, but I’ll be happy to get myself off if you keep me waiting long.”

Lowie outright laughs, right before the fucker plunges two fingers deep inside me, the hand in my hair gripping tightly and preventing me from pulling back while I gasp and moan at the sudden intrusion. With his lips brushing my ear, Lowie whispers, “That’s not much of a threat, babe. I could watch you fuck yourself any time of the day and never tire of it. I’d much rather make you come, though. So, how do you want it? Slow and sensual or quick and hard?”

Those kinds of options are for people who don’t have thick fingers inside them, walls pulsing around those digits with anticipation and need. So, with a deeper bite into his neck, I give him an answer with a rough roll of my hips and a moan as his fingers sink that little bit more inside me.

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