Page 23 of Walker

My heart melts at the sight of the candles surrounding the tub filled with bubbles. “Walker, this is so sweet.” I kiss his cheek, my eyes getting teary over this.

He sets me in the tub gently. “You are our girl, we will take care of you. I will bring you a glass of wine, so relax your ass back in that tub.” I shake my head; he is the sweetest, but he can’t stop the alpha from popping out with it.

He comes back a minute later with a glass of wine and my phone. “I saw you watching the doctor shit earlier.” He sets it on the side of the tub and shuts the door leaving me alone.

I sit back laughing. I touch my cheeks that are starting to hurt from smiling so much and the two dicks that I just sucked.

Oh my God, did that just happen?

I close my eyes and sink further in the water, letting the water soothe my sore muscles.

It did happen and I want it to happen again and again.

Charles better hide for his life. It was senior prom and he kissed me outside of the school thinking that it would convince me to get a hotel with him. I turned him down because I wasn’t ready for that. He got pissed at me and said that he just felt sorry for me in the first place because I was a freak.

I just went back into the school and called my mom to come get me because I was too scared to let my dads know that he hurt my feelings like this.

After experiencing what I just did, I’m glad that I waited for them because I deserved to wait until I was completely ready and not pushed into it because of society and what it expects.

I take a large drink of my wine and turn on Grey’s Anatomy sinking into my happy place. I rub my legs together feeling the small ache between my legs and think of what we just did.

I put my hands on my cheeks once again. Rubbing them I still can’t wipe the smile off my face.

I’m not sure how long I stay in the tub, the water is turning cold so I force myself out.

I see that they have left me a t-shirt to put on. I really need to go get my own clothes tomorrow.

My phone pings with a text and I see it’s from my mom asking how I am, then a picture of them getting on a plane.

I text her back letting her know that I’m okay, and I hope they have a great time. I take my hair out of the bun brushing through the locks letting it drift down my face, then brush my teeth for bed.

I open the bathroom door and see that Walker and Darren are both freshly showered because their hair is wet and they are unmaking the bed.

They look at me, eyeing my legs. Walker takes my hand pulling me to his chest, tilting my head back running his tongue down along the side of my neck, breathing deep. “You fucking smell like ours,” he claims.

I look at Darren with hooded eyes, loving that they are claiming me. He joins us, kissing my cheek. “Hmm,” he growls, tugging on my hair slightly so I turn toward him when he kisses me deeply.

“Those lips are made for kissing,” Walker says.

I smile against Darren's lips. Pulling back I rest my forehead against his chest. “Cuddles?” I ask them both.

Walker smiles at me and lifts me onto the bed. I crawl into the middle of the bed and they climb in on either side of me.

Walker puts his hand on my belly, rubbing. “Are you feeling okay?” he asks.

“I’m more than fine.” I kiss him softly, resting my head on his shoulder while Darren snuggles up to my back holding me tight.

This is heaven.

I yawn and rub my eyes. “Mom and my dad just got onto the plane, she sent a pic when she was boarding.” That takes a burden off my heart knowing they’re not here.

But it doesn’t take away the burden of what if something happens to Walker and Darren.

“What’s on your mind?” Darren asks, sitting up so he is looking at me.

I turn over on my back, sighing. “You’ll get mad at me,” I admit.

Walker sits up at that. “Darlin, I will never be mad at you.”

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