Page 86 of Wicked Truths

Hawk nods, meandering down the hallway toward the main bedroom. I head back into the nest and climb the stairs. There’s a bathroom off to the right, but Hawk was right. Oakley has hardly needed to visit it. I’m guessing that’s because she’s rarely eating and drinking.

Liam and Marcus are passed out on either side of Oakley. It takes some creative thinking to figure out how I’m going to get to her. I take a page from Hawk’s playbook and walk up the carpeted side and lean over Liam to scoop Oakley up. I grunt as I stand, and her eyes flutter open.

A sleepy smile covers her face. My heart races as my cock perks up. She’s so freaking beautiful, but it’s the weird yearning in my chest to make her mine that takes my breath away.

“Hey,” she says, pulling a hand up to run through my beard. I haven’t bothered trimming it lately, and I’m starting to look like a damn mountain man. “You’re extra furry. I really like it.”

I chuckle, apparently I’ll be keeping the full beard.

“It seems like you’re settled for the moment. How do you feel about eating a little something for me?” I ask, clearing my throat. It’s so weird to carry her around with a half-hard, bouncing cock. I want her in a way that’s difficult to explain, but I don’t know how to make that a reality and it’s frustrating.

She frowns, and my hand tightens on her hip in warning. I’m not going to threaten her with a spanking like Hawk would, but I’m also not opposed to giving her plump ass a swat or two.

I chuckle at the thought.

“Okay,” she agrees, resting her head against my arm. “But no jalapeños.”

I snort, nuzzling my cheek to the top of her head. She smells like Liam and Marcus, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m more thrown for a loop that she and Marcus bonded. On the other hand, I should have seen it coming a mile away. Marcus is getting closer to thirty.

I’m not surprised he jumped at the chance to claim something good.

I don’t even blame him.

I wouldn’t call us friends or anything, but I can acknowledge that we have a common goal. That goal is keeping Oakley safe and content. We also share a love-hate relationship with the music industry. Although, I’ll be the first to admit Marcus’s reasons are valid even more so than my own.

I get us settled on the couch and realize Oakley is only in a T-shirt. I think it’s Liam’s based on the scent, but their smells are so blended that it’s practically impossible to tell. She wiggles around my lap until her knees rest on either side of my thighs. I’m sure she can feel my length bumping against her ass, but she doesn’t mention it.

I yank the small throw blanket off the back of the sofa, wrapping it around her before stretching forward to grab one of the trays off the coffee table. It has a sandwich and fries.

“Does this work?” I ask, nodding to the plate.

“Yeah, as long as it’s turkey.” She snuggles deeper into my shoulder.

I pull the top off, and it’s indeed a turkey club. I keep my left arm around her lower back, letting my hand clutch her hip to help her feel secure. I’m sure it’s difficult being out of the nest, but that place smells like a straight up fuck fest. I can’t imagine it would be sanitary to eat in there.

Oakley grumbles, but she nibbles from the food I hold out. She runs her fingers over my chest, but she seems very pouty.

This reminds me a little of when Keith Foster broke up with her the summer before senior year. She was heartbroken and didn’t leave her room for days. It wasn’t until I showed up to check on her that her dad finally realized he hadn’t seen her recently.

She was all full-blown pouty omega then too. She made me snuggle in her room for days until my mom showed up to give us the most awkward safe sex talk in the history of existence. It’s funny looking back on it, but it still annoys me how much her father shut down when her mom died. I think it was even more traumatic because they didn’t have a pack to rely on for support. It’s rare for a single alpha to bond an omega, but I don’t let myself wonder how they managed it. I’d rather not imagine any of our parents fucking.

Oakley continues nibbling at the food, but it’s clear she’s not truly hungry. I help her finish off the last few bites of the sandwich she ate and offer up a few french fries. I give her another drink and set it back on the table.

Having her this close makes me extremely warm and fuzzy inside. I frown, realizing some of it may be literal heat wafting off her.

Oakley grunts, running her fingers over my neck. I’m shirtless, but I do have on a pair of thin sweats. She’s been extremely hot, which I know is normal, but it was kind of cold when they jacked the AC down to practically frigid.

“Is it that hard to be out of your nest?” I offer her a drink. She takes a quick swig and snuggles back close to my armpit.

“No, I don’t know.” She shrugs. “But I am full.”

“That’s okay. I feel better knowing you had something.” My hand runs up and down her back.

“You know I love you, right Sullivan?” She pushes up on her knees but buries her face in my throat. “Yes, as my best friend, but I’m also attracted to you. I have romantic feelings for you.”

“I feel the same way,” I agree as she nuzzles closer. My stomach bubbles with butterflies as she kisses my hairy jaw.

“Did you feel uncomfortable at all with everything? I mean, you stayed in the nest pretty much the whole time.” She shrugs, but her head tilts until I can see her face. “Did you like it?”

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