Page 29 of Wild Omegas
“Don’t even look at me,” I growl out as I try to get to my knees.
Brooks stops laughing but his face is tight. He’s tryingnotto laugh while still being worried about me. I should be grateful, but it’s hard when I’m this fucking embarrassed.
Brooks grabs my elbow and helps me up to my feet. “Are you hurt?”
“Just my pride. Again.”
Brooks must take that as evidence enough of me being fine because he quips, “You only need to fall for us once, Josie.”
I playfully smack his chest and get mud all over his shirt. I amcoveredin it so he may as well suffer too. “Funny.”
“I try.” His grin is wide but there’s still a measure of worry in his eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay? That was your bad ankle.”
I nod and look down at the disaster I’ve become. “Yes, just covered. I think I need to go shower.”
His smile tightens. “Think you’re going to track that all over the house if you do that.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Well, what am I supposed to do? Stand here naked while you hose me down?”
Brooks’s eyes light and he cocks his head to one side. “That’s actually a really good idea.”
I scoff loudly and start making my way back to the main house. “No way.”
He follows closely behind. “No, you’re right. That’s a bad idea. There’s a simpler solution.”
I stop to see what this ‘simpler solution’ might be. Brooks grabs me around the middle andlifts me over one shoulder. “Brooks!” I squeal.
He carries me like I’m a sack of animal feed. “You won’t track anything in the house this way.”
I smack his back. “Put me down! Why do you all like to carry me so much?”
“Because you’re an angel who shouldn’t have to track mud all over the house,” he fires back nonchalantly, as if there is obviously no other way to handle this. As if he’samused.
I am not amused. I am embarrassed and being manhandled by someone nearly twice my size. And sure, that someone is one ofmy alphas. But still! I must look ridiculous, and now all the mud on the front of my shirt and jeans is leaving mud all overhim.
Brooks carries me across the field and all the way back to the main house. Luckily, neither of my other alphas are in sight to witness this indignity lest they get similar ideas. Brooks stops only to kick off his boots outside the front door and pull mine off with his free hand before hauling me all the way down to my bedroom and the en suite bathroom. He sets me down on the bathroom rug and smiles oh-so-proudly.
He grins. “There you are, angel. No mud tracked into the house.”
I point to the mud all overhimnow, too. “Except you’re covered.”
Brooks shrugs and then nods to the shower. “Figured we could clean up together?”
“Oh.”Oh.My cheeks heat. Instantly, the thought of water running down Brooks’s muscular body as we kiss under the waterfall shower head makes arousal shoot through me to my core.
Brooks lifts a hand to cup my face. “If that’s okay, of course.”
I nod quickly. “Of course it is. Let’s get in, cowboy.”
Brooks grins and reaches around me to start the warm water. We carefully peel off our clothes and put them in a corner that’s free from the rug. I can clean up the mud after. As the glass shower walls and bathroom mirror start to steam up Brooks grabs my hand and leads me inside.
We rinse off first and don’t even grab soap until the water runs clean along the bottom of the shower. I lather up and then offer a washcloth and soap to Brooks, too, but he spends more time washing my back than anything on his own body. Slowly, he washes downward toward the swell of my ass and then to my legs, being sure to let his fingers wander just alittlebetween my legs. Teasing me. My alphas seem to love doing that.
I turn and wash him just the same. I take my time memorizing every muscular ridge of his chest, the dip of the triangle at his waist. The growing length of his hard cock.
We get through body wash and shampoo before the tension is far too thick in the shower. Before his campfire smoke scent draws me closer and closer to him. Brooks pulls me under the waterfall shower head and draws my mouth to his. It’s instant, like magnets locking, and he walks me back against the shower wall. I moan as he kisses down my chin and neck to my collarbones and then further. His lips blaze a trail south to my abdomen and lower, lower, until he kneels and kisses my inner thighs.
“Put your leg over my shoulder,” he orders. I oblige and haul one leg over his wet shoulder, opening myself up for him to devour.
