“I mean walk away fromme.” He plucks the puppy out of my arms, depositing him on the ground. While Jedi goes back to his digging. Ark steps close enough for our chests to brush. “I know I haven’t been clear in the past, but this is me laying it on the line. You’re the reason I get up in the morning, and the last thing I think about before I go to bed. You’re the only part of this club I can’t live without, Abbie, and I’ll do anything to prove it to you.”
I’m still staring mutely at Ark’s back as he disappears over the horizon. If he thinks that cleared things up, he has no idea exactly how chaotic my brain can be.His reason for getting up in the morning? The only part of the Flyers he can’t live without?If I hadn’t seen the words take shape on his lips, I’d assume I had a bad case of heatstroke.
Luckily, Jedi is a perfect distraction, and after I finish up the flowerbed, I carry him back to the clubhouse and spend a while settling him into the suite. Bluff is hanging out with Wings in the workshop, so I breathe a sigh of relief when Pitt turns up an hour earlier than expected.
“Slow day at the gym?” I ask as he enters the suite, his eyes widening at the puppy darting around, sniffing every corner of the room. “Oh, this is Jedi. From Bluff’s refuge.” I don’t add that he’s a courting gift from Ark, since I’m still way too confused to know if I got that part of the conversation right.
“Looks like our pack just keeps growing and growing.” He grins as he flops on the floor, Jedi bounding over excitedly and pouncing onto his chest. “Oof. The little guy is chunky.”
“Like you said, he’s a growing boy.”
I stretch out beside them, very aware of the heat in Pitt’s mesmerizing green eyes as they skim down my body. I flick my hair back, glad I took the time to deep condition it after a long afternoon in the garden. He leans over to wind his fingersthrough it, tugging just enough to pull me in for a kiss. He tastes like mint and musk, and I can feel a purr curling on the back of my tongue.
“Hello, mate,” he says when we break apart. “Damn, I’m never gonna get tired of saying that.”
“And I’m never going to get tired of hearing it.”
He scoots closer, his body heat rising between us. “There are a few other things I wouldn’t mind whispering in your ear.”
“Don’t hold back,” I tell him, stretching my arms above my head and tilting my neck, so he has a perfect view of his claiming bite. “I’m all yours.”
His hungry gaze turns a little skeptical until he spots Jedi curled up in his puppy crate, sound asleep.
“Looks like all that growing has tired him out,” I snort.
“Perfect. Then come here while I have your undivided attention.”
I grin as he rolls onto his back and holds his arms wide open. I’ve never objected to crawling for the right man, and I put a little sashay into my hips as I close the distance between us. He growls as I hook a leg over his hips, settling firmly over the crotch of his gray sweats. Pitt in leather and denim is a treat, but there’s something delicious about a heavily tattooed man in gym clothes, and I rock over his lap, my fingers hooking under the edges of his compression tee. “Next time I’ll have to come visit you before you hit the showers.”
“You want me all sweaty, sweetheart?” He looks doubtful, like he doesn’t always smell like an alpine forest, no matter how hard he works out. “Maybe we could shower together. We could live out our locker room fantasies.”
“Or our silk-rug-before-a-puppy-piddles-on-it fantasies,” I suggest, leaning down to give him a slow, lingering kiss.
He chuckles against my mouth, but his lips quickly turn hungry, his hands curling around the globes of my ass. I’mwearing a denim skirt and a cropped tee, and I groan as his thick fingers slide under my skirt and pluck at the edge of my panties. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his throat all gravel. “Still sore from your heat?”
I shake my head, smirking at the relief on his face. “I bounce back pretty fast.”
“Oh, yeah?” His hand tightens on the lace edge of my panties before pulling it aside. “You want to bounce on this?”
I gasp as he pushes two thick fingers deep into my pussy. “Oh, yes, please, Alpha.”
“Fuck, butterfly,” he grunts as I grind on his hand, my head thrown back until I can feel my hair tickling my ass. “You are a goddess, you know that?”
I hum my agreement, too caught up in the feel of his fingers stroking my walls to say anything coherent. He pumps them until slick is pooling in his hand, then pushes a third finger inside. I clutch the silky fabric of his tee, my entire body quivering as his thumb circles my clit. “That’s so good, Pitt. Don’t you dare stop.”
“Then why don’t you reach down and take me out while I keep rubbing your pretty nub?”
There’s a hint of a smile in his voice, but also enough of a bossy edge to turn me to putty. I’m not the easiest to influence when I’m thinking straight, but right now his dominance is hot as hell. I lick my lips as he lifts his hips so I can peel down his sweats. He’s not wearing his usual boxer briefs and my mouth waters as I catch his cock in my palm. He’s long and thick, the swollen head already dripping with pre-come. I swipe a thumb over his slit, another flush of slick dampening my thighs as I lick it clean. “Looks like we’re going to be the ones ruining the rug.”
“I’ll buy a new one,” he mutters, his lashes fluttering closed as I stroke his shaft. I want to lavish all kinds of attention on it,but a sleepy whimper from the puppy crate reminds me that we could be interrupted at any moment.
I don’t bother removing my panties. They’re already a soaked wreck, and I like the feel of the lace digging into my thigh as I press Pitt’s cock to my opening. He sucks in a breath as I circle my hips, pushing down hard enough to take him to the hilt.
“Fuck, Abbie. Forget the rug, I’m the one you’re gonna ruin.”
I smirk at the strangled adoration in his voice. He grips my hips, but the help isn’t necessary, since bouncing on his cock was one of the highlights of my heat. It’s even better now that I’m clear-headed and our bond is buzzing with arousal.
“You’re so thick, Pitt,” I moan, clenching around him. “I can feel every inch of you.”
