“It’s important to me that you know who I am before I do that,” he says.
“Ransom, I’m not that far gone yet,” I promise. “You smell like violets and chocolate, and you threatened to kill my brother on behalf of my honor. That’s better than flowers and a nice dinner.”
“Are you saying you don’t need romance?” he teases me. His hand slides underneath the water and I whine as his fingers move over my slick cunt. “Shh. I’m making sure I’m thorough, baby.”
Sighing, I lazily let myself revel in the sensations as his fingers push into my tight channel. His thumb rubs my clit slowly as his other arm bands around my waist to rock slowly over his cock. It’s unhurried and feels good, which is exactly what I need.
“My idea of romance is different from other omegas,” I rasp, my hips bucking slightly as his thick fingers rub over a bundle of nerves inside of me that are happy for the attention. “I need safety and people who follow through on their promises. If you’re going to say you’ll do something, do it. I don’t need pretty lies.”
“What else?” he growls.
I have no idea where Storm is, but I’m grateful for the time alone with Ransom. I have nowhere to rush off to, and neither do they. It’s a gift I won’t turn my nose up at.
“More of that,” I whine, dropping my head back as an orgasm begins to build. I didn’t realize how much the vibration of the motorcycle’s engine underneath me during the hours of riding was turning me on until now.
It faded into the background between my exhaustion and pain, unraveling my need until one of my alphas could tease me into a writhing mess.
“Fuck, you’re going to come for me, Sugar, aren’t you?” he growls. “I can feel your walls beginning to tremble all for me. Unless, you’re a slut for Wilder’s motorcycle. Is that what part of this is?”
“Yes,” I confess, moaning as his thumb begins to flick up and down my clit. It’s a sharp motion meant to keep me on edge, and I have to say it’s working. “Don’t stop. Please, Alpha!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs. “I’m a greedy bastard, and want you to keep talking to me. I’ll keep filling your pussy with my fingers if you can keep answering my questions. Can you do that for me?”
“I’ll try,” I whine, unsure if I’ll be able to.
“What do you enjoy the most about your job?” he asks, surprising me. “I’m a medic, but what I know is rudimentary at best. I love the rush of adrenaline.”
“That’s part of why I love the ER,” I gasp, groaning. My orgasm feels like a rollercoaster that’s slowly climbing up a mountain before it drops me down. It’s moving at a crawl, and almost painful as my skin beads up with sweat. I think the only reason I can still form words is because of my high tolerance to pain. “I love how different every day is. I’m never bored, even if the cases can be hard.”
“Hmm,” he says, licking up my neck before sucking on my jawbone. “I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you when I watched your show down with Devon.”
“Are you the reason my neck itched during the funeral?” I ask, shuddering as intense pleasure rolls over me. It’s so at odds with the topic of conversation, but I fucking deserve a little happiness after the hell of the last week and a half.
I refuse to apologize for grabbing onto it with both fucking hands. At what point is it acceptable to start living again? Or more importantly, when is it possible to simply enjoy a fleeting moment of happiness?
There’s no manual for this, and I half wish there was.
“Unapologetically,” Ransom whispers, capturing my lips as he pushes a finger into my asshole. As he sucks on my tongue, he also fucks my holes until I finally squeal as I come around his fingers. “Fuck. You’re a good fucking girl for me, Sugar. Stay with me.”
“Okay,” I say, kissing him again, whining slightly as he pulls his fingers out of my cunt and asshole.
“I need to wash your hair,” he murmurs. “Can I do that in the tub, or do we need to move to the shower?”
The water is still pretty clean, so I simply hand him the bottle of shampoo. Ransom grabs a cup Storm must have left so he can wash my hair.
“Do you prefer a walk or a run?” he asks as he begins to shampoo my tangled strands. He must feel my body tighten up, and he sighs. “I was pissed off earlier at how fragile you looked, which is why I commented on your stamina. It wasn’t a dig on your weight or how perfect your curves are, Marie. It’s taking everything I have not to slide into your ass to show you I mean what I say.”
“I’m proud of you for the restraint, because I don’t have much of it when it comes to my girl,” Storm says, my smoothie in hand as he walks in. “Suck, baby.”
“Poor choice of words,” I smirk, letting him place the straw between my lips so I can drink.
“You look relaxed,” he observes. “Other than not fucking you, is Ransom taking good care of you?”
“He is,” I say, dropping my head forward so Ransom can dig his fingers into my scalp. “Mmm. You’re on head massage duty, Ransom.”
“Did you know you rarely say my name?” he purrs. “I fucking love how you say it.”
“How do…I say it?” I ask, my words breathy as he presses the pads of his thumb into the back of my neck.
