Page 140 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
“I… I don’t know.” He put his head on my shoulder. Clark’s scent was a little sour.
“Okay.” I ran my hands through his hair, reassuring him that I was here. It wasn’t simply spending the night with her that was extraordinary, being with him was something as well.
Seeing that beautiful body naked. Feeling his knot through her.
That pierced cock.
Mine.
The kettle went off, and I let go of him, then made us tea.
“Here.” I handed him a mug, and we sat down on the couch. Taking a throw blanket, I threw it over us.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak out. I don’t know why I did that?” he eventually mumbled.
“Alpha drop is a bitch and they don’t talk about it enough in alpha classes,” I offered. “It’s alsocompletelynormal to feel like this. Gwen pushed you, too. First time knotting someone, first time being a threesome.”
While his dirty talk was delightful, I got the idea that his past experiences were pretty straightforward.
“I guess I should go online and learn some things if that’s how it’s going to be. I know there are things she wants to try. Her ex wasn’t adventurous.” He glanced over at the bed. Gwen had spread out in the middle of the mattress like a starfish.
“I’ll send you some reputable sources.” I took another sip of tea. “You did a good job with her.”
He’d also followed my directions so well. Mmmm, I did like good boys.
“Don’t leave us. Everyone always leaves us.” His eyes closed.
Us.I could see Gwen’s massive abandonment issues, both from her ex and her family. But Clark? I knew nothing about his past romantic relationships.
“I might need more time, but I won’t leave. Promise.” Whatever this was, I wanted it. Even if it ended up with my heart being in pieces.
Again.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Gwen
“Good job, Ladybug.” JP gave me a fist bump after dance practice. “See you tonight.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? Tenny’s my friend, but I’m not afraid to kick his ass,” Cooter asked me for the hundredth time this morning.
“I’m fine, Cooter. It’s nothing that breakfast and a trip to the spa won’t cure. Thanks for bringing clothes for him.” I threw the bag over my shoulder.
Okay, I wasn’t all right.
“Clothes? Like you’re keeping a naked Bucket hostage in your room?” Dean laughed.
“Until I get my breakfast, yes.” I shrugged. Clark and Tenzin were waiting for me with breakfast and snuggles, and Idesperately needed both. I’d been tempted to miss practice, but I knew someone would drag my ass there, so I came willingly.
“Are you giving me a ride back, Dean?” I’d driven over with him in a golf cart, as their villa was next to ours.
Dean checked his phone. “Yes.”
We got in the cart and I texted them.
Me
On the way back. Tens, if you want your clothes, my breakfast better be there.
