Page 15 of Talk About… Secrets
Grace: This is such a bad idea. I’m about to lay myself out on this table for them. They’re making me so fucking horny.
Sidney: That’s the pack bond. The moment my scent finally kicked in, it was over.
Grace: Ugh, I hate the idea of doing this, letting them in, then staying away. Plus, we have to figure out melding our lives together.
Sidney: You know your heart best, Grace. Do only what you feel comfortable with. And the rest will fall in place. It always does.
Sidney: But really, fuck them Grace. You’ve waited long enough.
With a huff I tossed my phone in my bag, not realizing they were watching me this closely.
Three sets of eyes were locked on me. Beck’s eyebrow rose.
“Care to share with the class?”
I groaned. “No?”
“That wasn’t very convincing, muse. Are you still conflicted over this whole secret thing? Because I could convince you right here on this table it’s a bad idea,” Cade offered. His tongue swept over his full bottom lip and a pulse of heat went straight to my core.
Their nostrils flared as my arousal made my scent sweeter. I shifted in my chair, trying to hide it, but they knew damn well.
“Why deny yourself, sweetheart?”
“Why is everyone encouraging me to fuck you?” I grumbled, making them all laugh.
Spencer leaned forward, those warm, brown eyes capturing me and locking me in place. My pulse quickened as I waited for him to speak.
“Who else are you discussing this with, freckles? Is this you telling us that you want this just as bad as we do?”
“W-we have a job to do,” I argued weakly. “Let’s focus on this.”
“That works for me,” Beck said with a smug smile. “Dinner will be here soon and you should eat to keep your energy up. We plan to worship you this entire weekend.”
“If you let us,” Spencer tacked on, glaring at his alpha.
Fuck, I wanted it. More than I’d ever wanted anything.
“Are you wet for us, Grace? Soaking through that dress, painting your thighs in slick?” Beck asked. His voice was deeper now. The husky lust mixing with his usual tone.
The effect was pure fucking sex appeal.
“So, where are the pouches we’re filling?” I choked out as my entire body flushed and my slick did just as he predicted. Damn alphas. “Do we just mix the scent beads and fill them up?”
“We better take showers after. I hate that these things are masking her scent,” Cade muttered as they popped open the tubs and started pouring the different colored beads in a giant bin, mixing them together and pulling out several scoops that had a narrow end to fill the bags easier.
It was a mix of sandalwood, subtle florals, and a hint of raspberry and vanilla. Hailey and Nolan’s mixed scent.
“Let’s start with the centerpieces, then we can move onto pouches,” Spencer said. He was taking over now, showing that he had an attention to detail.
They brought in the four boxes of mason jars, refusing to let me help carry them. Instead, I pulled out the jars, lining the table in them with lids stacked in the empty box.
I eyed the jars, then the tub of beads.
“I think she got too big of jars,” I said with a frown. “It would take three of those tubs to fill them.”
“Nah, there’s ways around that,” Cade said easily, grabbing some styrofoam cylinders they brought and sliding them into the jars. It filled most of the jar, leaving a small space on the edges and at the top the beads would easily fill.
“Should I be concerned you guys are better at design than I am?”
