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Chapter Twenty-nine
James
We’re all trying to watch Calai as we drive, while trying to make it obvious that we’re not. She’s taking this way too calmly. Maybe she truly is OK with it, or maybe, like we think, she hasn’t really processed everything yet.
We don’t want to be jerks and assume she’s going to break, because she’s damn strong. We just want to make sure we’re prepared in case she does.
Driving back in the direction of the compound feels a little surreal. It’s so reminiscent of that time we took her, especially with the darkness encroaching upon us. With August here, it sort of breaks up the feeling of it being the same trip, but I’m almost as nervous now as I was then.
We tried to get her to sit in front because she hasn’t done that yet. We thought she might like to look out the windshield and see everything a little better; but she insisted that we were way too big to fit in the back on the three-person bench, although it might have been comical to try. What ended up happening is that she’s the one squished in the middle with August and I on other either side of her. Kit keeps catching my eyes in the rearview mirror, waiting for a sign that she needs some help her assistance. So far though with the couple of hours we've already been on the road, she’s pretty relaxed and happy.
There are headlights that keep bouncing on us on this deserted road, but it’s a bit reassuring to know that Parker and his alpha, as well as Calai’s dad, are right behind us. More backup in situations like this is always preferable.
It is a bit tight back here, but I can’t say that I mind. Calai has a hand from each of us woven into hers, resting on her knees; she’s holding them like she owns them. She’s also doing this adorable thing where she takes turns resting her head on our shoulders, making sure that we both get equal time with it. I almost feel like she’s timing how long she spends on each shoulder, making sure we both get equal treatment. She switches every 15 minutes almost on the dot, and I just want to squeeze her for it.
By the time we’re halfway there, it’s pretty late at night. We had stopped earlier to refuel and grab some dinner, but I think we’re more than ready to find a bed to crash into.
Because we didn’t want to split up overnight, we’ve got a room with two queen beds for the five of us to share. She’s still recovering from her heat, so she’s exhausted. She crashed almost the minute we walked into the room, barely getting through brushing her teeth before her eyes were closed. Since we got to sit by her the whole ride here, Kit and Colter claim a spot on either side of her. This means that unless I scare him off, I’m bunking with August.
“I’m not spooning you, man. Keep those wandering hands to yourself.”
I bark out a laugh as I take my shirt off, dropping my jeans to the floor so I can crawl into bed.
“Your loss,”I tell him back. It's fascinating to watch him and Calai communicate, and they try and go slow enough so we can attempt to follow along. We still have to spell out words we’re not sure of but being around them so much seems to help us absorb the language a bit better. I’m sure it's going to take a while for us to actually become fluent, but we are willing to put in the work.
Falling asleep with the view of my pack across in the other bed has a stupid grin on my face. It’s almost weird to be this happy. Going through the heat with Calai seems to have settled a lot of things between us, making our pack a lot more cohesive. She has stayed pretty happy so far, touching us more often, looking at us with softer expressions.
When breakfast arrives the next morning, all it takes is the smell of bacon to have Calai sitting upright and ready to go. It’s handy information to know. Bacon alarm clock.
Her hair is a huge freaking mess, her eyes look blurry, and her clothes are all rumpled from passing out last night, but she’s still breathtaking. Her head is whipping back and forth, blinking against the bright light that’s on in the room, trying to find the bacon.
“You're so damn cute, baby. Here, how about I bring the bacon to you?”
She doesn’t even fight me, so I feed her by hand, passing her a mug of tea to wash it down with.
“How soon until we leave?” She asks with a yawn
“Maybe an hour or so?” Kit replies.
After she eats a bit more, she flops back onto the bed, curling right up into Colter.
“Oh my”, Calai says on a startled gasp. She tried to throw her knee over Colter’s hip, and I have a feeling I know exactly what just happened.
Colter flips the blanket down all proud like, showing off his morning wood. “Well would you look at that, somebody else is ready for the day.”
Calai is staring it down, rubbing her legs together like we don’t know exactly what she’s feeling. She’s already starting to perfume for us, and she’s doing that thing where she talks to herself, to reason herself out of a situation. I’m not sure if she realizes she’s saying it out loud or not, but it’s sort of amusing to see her inner monologue convince her it's OK to take what she wants.
“Now, I know we said we never wanted to do this ever again after that crazy heat but look at that thing. It’s sort of glorious. Maybe one little ride wouldn’t be so bad? I mean it would be rude to ignore it, right?”
My own morning wood is pulsing as she reaches out one of her hands that looks tiny on his dick, moaning at the feel of it in her hand.
“One stroke isn't sex, right?”
I'm not sure where her little private conversation would have taken her, because at that point Kit slides in closer behind her and presses himself to her back, helping her to work Colter over.
Ok, I'm tagging myself in.
“You might have enjoyed being woken up with bacon, but I should have woken you up with my mouth on you instead. I fed you, but I still need breakfast, sweetheart”
