Page 90 of Dream Girl
When she joined in during my heat, she could havefour.I was getting some of that when my heat came.
“You know, I’m not sure what I liked better, taking Wes’ knot while I fucked Grace, or watching her take his knot as she sucked my dick.” I grinned at Jett.
Brennan growled.
I wrapped my arms around him and purred, soothing him, sending love through our bond. “Hey, don’t be jealous, Handsome. There’s enough of me for everyone. My getting some pussy doesn’t make me love you any less. Promise.”
The tension in his back went down a notch.
“Do you really not want me to fuck her? You said nothing before. Does me actually doing so change things? It’s fine if it does, I just need you to talk to me.” I enjoyed being with Grace. But Brennan meant a lot to me, and sometimes feelings changed.
Also, he was the head alpha, the leader of the family. Brennan’s opinion mattered. His attitude set the tone for the whole pack. I wanted him to like her.
Jett wrapped his arms around us, and I soaked them up.
“I’m just worried about you getting hurt,” Brennan admitted.
“Um, I’m not sure Grace is into that.” I shrugged.
“Don’t come to bed smelling like her,” he warned.
“Thank you, Alpha.” I stole another kiss. I could do that. Or not.
“This is why I live at school.” Riley rolled her eyes. She was dressed in a hoodie and cargo pants, hiking boots in her hand. “Can we all have dinner together again? Last night was fun.” She dropped the boots by the rack, then opened the fridge and rummaged for the juice.
“We’re not having a family dinner tonight,” Brennan snapped.
Her face fell as she nearly dropped the juice. “Because I’m not family?”
“No, Ri.” Brennan let go of me and rushed over to her. “Shit, no.” He wrapped her in his arms, coating her in that head alpha energy. “While you annoy the fuck out of me sometimes, this is your pack, your family, and I hope that you don’t feel for one second like you’re not.”
Their relationship was cute. Sure, Riley annoyed him, but so did the other sisters. Slowly, he was getting used to her being around. He’d even gotten her a dirt bike and learned to play her favorite video game.
“Stop smothering me, you fucking alpha,” she retorted. But there was love in her voice, and she didn’t squirm. She needed it too. Approval. Care. Acceptance. Love.
Brennan let go of her but put a hand on her shoulder. “You’re part of this pack, Ri, promise.”
“It’s Grace, then. You don’t like her.” Riley’s eyebrows rose.
“I don’t trust her. While she might be Wes’ mate, she’s not part of this pack.”
Oh, I didn’t like that statementat all.
“How long does memory loss last anyway? She should remember more.” He grimaced.
“She does, every day, but a lot of it is about Wes,” I shrugged. “Concussionscancause memory loss. Also, she was given some version of Oxotipoline. The combo can be brutal.”
Jett whistled. “Fuck.”
“Give her a chance,” I pleaded. “You don’t have to fuck her, just get to know her.”
“Yeah, not fucking her,” he snorted.
Yet.
“She’s notready for you.” I shook my head. Maybe one day, but not now.
“Ugh.” Riley made a face as she poured herself some juice. “Stop talking and feed me, you assholes.”
