Sam gets out and pats his leg, calling Jake away from our window and towards the house. He unlocks the front door and swings it open before coming back to check on us, then starts hauling in our purchases. I haven’t actually seen the nest yet, but I'm loath to admit how excited I am at the prospect. Kelly smiles up at me and slides out the door on Sam’s side. I guess I’m not moving fast enough for her. As soon as she’s outside, she hops up on the back tire and swings her leg over the side of the truck, almost losing her balance and falling over backwards. Sam runs back into the yard, arms outstretched like he can catch her from the front porch.
Thankfully, she manages to right herself and falls forward into the truck bed. Her head pops up, grinning at me a few seconds later, but Sam lifts her under the arms and sets her back on her feet in the dirt. She huffs at him for a second before Jake goes barreling around the front of the truck, tongue already out like he's going to lick the air all the way to Kelly. She squeals and giggles and takes off running towards the house. “I gotta get a shower before Jake tries to lick the sauce off me!” is all I hear as she disappears through the front door.
Sam leans over the side of the truck and grabs a few more packaged items we brought home that wouldn’t fit in the back of the cab. He taps on the window as he passes me, still sitting in the truck, his eyebrows raised as if to ask if everything is ok. I nod, finally unclipping my seatbelt and sliding out of the truck. I grab Kelly’s still damp shirt and a plastic wrapped blanket from the back before heading inside. Dropping the shirt in the hamper by the washing machine, I stop…I don’t have any idea where the nest is other than somewhere on the first floor.
A few seconds later, Sam comes out of a room at the far end of the downstairs hallway, and I wave my bag of blanket at him. He smiles and waves me over. “Ok, now…the nest isn’t done. Yet. We can fit it out however you want. But lemme show you what we’re working with, so we can figure out what you might like. Make everything just the way you want it.” He rubs the back of his neck, and his cheeks are flushed. I understood that it wasn’t furnished, but just how bad can it be?
He throws open the door he's standing in front of, and I realize that was a terrible question to ask myself. Whatever I was thinking, this is worse. This is so much worse. My inner omega screams at the mess; the bare plywood floor is littered with dust and chunks of plaster. The walls are covered in plastic film, but you can see the pink insulation rolled into the cavities behind it. I can’t even tell if there’s any glass in the windows, or just more sheets of plastic. There has to be, right? Otherwise this room would be freezing. Fuck me.
Sam is staring intently at me, and I swallow hard, trying not to show just how uncomfortable this makes me. He reaches out for my shoulder and my body sinks against him, seeking comfort from the chaos around me. Omegas don’t like chaos—it throws us for a loop; and seeing what's supposed to be my nest so completely gutted is freaking me out.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to spring all this on you. I didn’t make it a priority when I was rebuilding because I didn’t think I’d need it. But don’t worry. I should be able to get the sheetrock back up, and the windows replaced in a week or so. The floor might take a bit longer, depending on what you want. But I don’t have any special orders due this week, so I have some leeway on work stuff. I can get the rest of these batts of insulation put up tonight if you don’t need me for anything. Then start on the drywall after I file the pack registration tomorrow.”
He looks at me hopefully as he rattles off information about paint colors and carpet versus hardwood. My eyes keep flicking around the room, and I whine. I can’t help it. My nest is supposed to be a safe space, and right now it barely exists.
I bolt from the room, Sam following close behind me. I look down, noticing that I’m still holding the blanket, and set it down at the foot of the stairs for now—until I can figure out where it needs to go. Sam comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my shoulders. He rumbles out a loud purr, and while my body melts against him, my mind is racing, spiraling into a panic. I still have a few weeks till my heat starts. This shouldn’t be a problem. But my omega is going mental at the thought of not having a safe space for our heat. Sam’s arms squeeze around me tighter, and he pulls me around with him when the bathroom door opens.
Kelly steps out in a billow of steam—she has a towel wrapped around her body and another around her hair. Her glasses are fogged up and she stumbles forward, her hand tracing along the wall as she tries to make it to the stairs. She gets about a foot away from where Sam’s hugging me before she stops, her head tilted back. Staring up at us through her clouded glass. “Sorry, I was in a hurry to get clean. I forgot my clothes.” Sam chuckles in my ear, and the sound sends a shiver up my spine, my earlier panic receding with need as my mind finally processes the hard body pressed against me. I tilt my head back, nuzzling against his jaw, and his arms tighten around me.
“Woah, Teddy, you ok? Your scent just went off like a bomb. Is everything alright?” Kelly. Dear, sweet, innocent Kelly has pressed against my front. She finally takes off her foggy glasses and is squinting up at my face, trying to make out my expression. I would think the problem was obvious as my hard dick is being ground into her flat little stomach when she stands onher toes, trying to see my face better. She blinks once…twice. Understanding dawns.
“Oh. Sorry. Sorry.” She drops back on her heels, her face a bright pink as she slides her glasses back on and makes her way around us and up the stairs. “I’ll just…um…clothes.” She stumbles on the top step, her towel unwrapping. She manages to catch it and herself, clutching the cloth to her chest and straightening her body before scurrying into Sam’s room. I guess she forgot that we were behind her, because holding it over her boobs didn’t cover anything from down here.
Chapter 20
Ican’t believe I forgot about the nest.
Well, ok, I didn’t forget. I just didn’t see a point in worrying about it at the time without an omega. And now an omega lives here, and I need to haul ass and get it finished. But even now I’m torn. I need to get this done—I saw how panicked Teddy was—but I also need to spend time with my pack. We need to get to know each other.
In the interest of compromise, I help them pick out a movie downstairs and microwave some popcorn for them. Kelly's apparently a big fan of comedies, and Teddy suggested Monty Python and the Holy Grail. He says it’s his friend Sarah’s favorite movie, and he’s sat through it dozens of times with her. When I leave them to it, he’s going on about swallows and coconuts. I love watching the two of them interact, but that room isn’t going to finish itself.
It takes me longer to get ready than it does to actually finish unrolling and stapling in the big batts of insulation. I learned the hard way that I don’t want to deal with fiberglass without long sleeves, safety glasses, and a mask. In fact, the more of my bodyI can cover, the better. That shit itches for days if it gets on you. Thankfully, I finish up and get the plastic sheeting back in place before the movie ends. At least, I think so. Teddy and Kelly are still downstairs.
After a thorough shower, I wander back downstairs to start dinner. I head to the basement to see what they might like to eat—and holy fucking shit. Well, it’s a good thing the chairs down here are wide.
Kelly’s in Teddy’s lap, straddling his thighs, her hands gripping the top of the seat behind his head. She’s bare from the waist down, and he has her shirt pushed up. His hands are cupping her pert little tits, his mouth covering most of one completely. Her head’s thrown back as she rides him. They both have a light sheen of sweat, almost glowing under the low light. They look fucking amazing together, and I’m not sure if I want to join them or just watch.
My mind swims at the thought of what I could do to them, together or apart. How it’ll feel to have Teddy helping me train her to take my knot. I know we have to go slow for that, but fuck. I bite my lip, trying to suppress a groan at the thoughts swirling through my head. Kelly’s head snaps forward, her wide eyes blinking up at me. Her hips stutter for a moment, but relief washes through me when she doesn’t try to cover up.
Teddy slowly releases her nipple, and his head turns to me. I can just see the smirk on his face as his hands slide down to her hips, helping her move against him. His own loud moan echoes hers, but her eyes stay on me, never losing contact as he slams her hips down. He seems to be getting close, his legs tense as he rises out of the seat to meet her on each downward stroke.
Kelly’s shaking. She seems to be having trouble. It may be the chair or the position, but I would be strongly remiss if I didn’t offer to lend a hand. As I get closer, she reaches for me, and I can’t stop myself from claiming her lips. Teddy trails kissesacross her chest as he grinds her hips down over his length. He’s still fully dressed, but his jeans are pulled down enough to free his cock so she can ride him. I run my hand through his hair, over his shoulder, and down his chest, pivoting my wrist so I can rub circles around her clit. She’s already so close, and it doesn’t take much before she cries out, shuddering against him. His voice echoes hers as he pulls her down hard, his face buried in her neck.
I pull my hand back, adjusting my own erection to relieve some of the pressure. Kelly’s eyes open, and she blinks at me while reaching for my zipper. Her eyes are huge behind her glasses as she looks up, holding my gaze when she pulls my hard cock free. “You don’t have to do anything, Sugar, I just wanted to lend a—” My sentence cuts off in a garbled moan as she takes me in her mouth. Her eyes still locked on mine, her tongue rolls against the underside of my shaft, and I grab the chair Teddy’s sitting in to keep my knees from unhinging. Bringing my free hand up to cup her cheek, I try to finish what I was saying earlier. “Fuck, Kelly, that’s amazing. But you don’t have to. I just wanted to make you feel good.” She blinks up at me before lowering her eyes and bobbing up and down on my shaft.
She’s still straddling Teddy, and I look over to meet his eyes. He has a huge grin on his face. One of his hands is cupping her breast while the other slides between their bodies, his thumb mimicking the small circles I was making around her clit earlier. She groans around me, and the hand not holding me upright moves to wrap in her hair. I’m already about to come, and that’s pretty fucking embarrassing. I gently tug against her hair, trying to slow her down. She moans deep in her throat, the vibrations driving me closer to the edge. My hips twitch on their own, not sure if I need to pull away or thrust forward.
My hand tightens on the back of the chair, the leather creaking under my grip. Teddy moans again, his fingers moving faster.She inhales sharply, adding more suction, and I pull her hair again, trying to get her loose, or at least warn her that I’m about to lose this battle. Her eyes roll back up to me as she shudders—I can’t hold back anymore. My hips thrust forward on their own, and an explosion goes off right at the base of my spine, small jolts of pleasure sparking over my whole body. She sputters and coughs as I unload down her throat. Teddy groans again, his hand moving to grip her hip, tight enough that her skin’s dimpled in and gone white. Her eyes, when they meet mine, have tears in them, and any pleasure I feel flips over to guilt in a heartbeat. I drop my eyes, trying to back away.
“Shit, Sugar, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I tried to pull away…I…” I don’t even know how to apologize properly.
Oh, sorry I choked you when I came down your throat.
Yeah, that sounds great.
Fuck me.
Her hand strokes down my hip, and I look at her again, the least I can do is meet her eyes when I apologize. She’s collapsed against Teddy now as he peppers her shoulders with tiny kisses. Somehow, the eyes that meet mine aren’t angry. She grabs the edge of my pants and tugs me back towards her. “No sorrys,” she sighs out. “We made each other feel good, right? Please don’t be sorry for that.” I don’t know what else to say, what else I can give this sweet girl. So I bend forward and capture her lips with mine.
