“Jude, can you get his arms for me?”
“Jude?” Atlas’ eyes widen.
No. It can’t be. Not our Jude, right?
Atlas nods his head towards the sound, telling me to follow him.
With a thundering heart, we head closer to the hill. That's when I notice two people walking up it.
Grabbing my flashlight from my pocket, I hold it up to Atlas. He nods, letting me know to use it and see just who our little friends are.
Lifting it, I turn it on. It’s bright, illuminating the space around us.
Two sets of eyes swing our way. Holy mother of god, it is Jude. And Willow.
And… is that a dead body on the ground?
“Well.” Atlas lets out a low heady chuckle, letting the guy on his shoulder hit the ground with a thud. “It looks like we’re having that conversation sooner than we thought.”
Chapter
Eleven
JUDE
Willow has been lovingon me ever since those idiots yelled at me to show them my cock. It was disgusting. While I was worried about it getting ugly, I was more concerned for Willow and her temper. The last thing we need is for her to hulk out at The Rusty Pipe. Everything has been going so well, but I know she needs a kill. She lost the car keys in the freezer yesterday, and almost put the sheets in the oven.
Her mind is absolute chaos, and she needs a kill.
I really loved seeing Atlas with her, and how excited she was when she was able to finish her website creation without going on several different side quests. He said all he did was get some office work done on his phone beside her.
However for Willow? It was everything to be understood.
Atlas sees Willow the way that I do, and her mind is beautiful to him instead of annoying. She was glowing when I woke up from my nap with Briar, and she made sure to grill me for information about our date.
We started with a dirty drinking game, and then I suggested strip Go Fish. Briar had never played, and a part of me hoped I would get to see more of her gorgeous body. I won only because my socks were still on, and then Briar released the biggest yawn I’ve ever seen. Instead of suggesting a nap, I cuddled up with her and played with her hair until her breathing evened out.
I am the luckiest omega in the world to have Briar’s trust. We both slept really well together, and I dreamed of her soft smiles and laughter. I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with her.
“Jude, look over there. Aren’t those the assholes who were heckling you at the club?” Willow asks, pulling me from my lovestruck thoughts.
We’re supposed to be going to the store, and we took our car since we’re restocking the fridge. Turning, my brow furrows as I see them get out of a truck in front of a motel as they argue.
The creep with the black hair turns around and storms off while the other guy heads into one of the rooms.
“Between the crap they pulled at the club and what Briar told us about them being in Widows Peak, there's something fishy about them. They don’t deserve to walk the streets,” I grumble, aware I sound a lot like Willow. “Want to do something about them? I have a feeling if we don't take care of them now, something bad is going to happen.”
“It’s like you’re reading my mind,” she teases me, heading home. We have to change and grab our materials. The trunk of the car is roomy enough to do this, but the plastic sheeting is upstairs at the apartment in a locked closet. When we bought the sedan, Willow climbed into the trunk to see how much room was back there.
Thankfully, the car salesman wasn’t paying attention when she rolled around inside muttering, “This is nice.”
“Should we try out the new saw?” I ask, watching as she squeezes her thighs together. I know how to get her pussy wet.My lips spread into a wide grin. “I bet they’d run from us if I came after them with a hammer and a mask, baby.”
“Jude. You’re going to make me want to fuck you,” she growls.
Yeah. About that. I love the dates and cuddles with Briar and Atlas, but my girl is serious about not fucking until we get to that point with them. She’ll rile me up, tease me, and then send me to bed with blue balls. Between dancing at the club and Willow’s edging, I need to bury myself in someone that’s wet and tight.
I’ll continue to suffer, but I’m dying! Willow is very literal, and so I’m not allowed to cum unless she says I can. Maybe after this kill, she’ll agree to some mutual masturbation. An omega can only hope.
