“Trying to forget?” She smiled at him. “Troy and Gabe used that excuse earlier to convince me to play.”
“No,” Andrew growled and nibbled her bottom lip. “I’m trying to make memories right now, not forget them.”
She opened her mouth to say something and he stopped her with another kiss. Their tongues danced and she ran her hands on his chest.
They kissed for a long time, rolling around on the blanket, Andrew’s roaming over her, She learned every curve and hard plane of his body. He pushed between her thighs and rubbed against her, one of his hands palming her breast through her bra, her button up was open, her tank shoved up. Her nipples still ached from Troy and Gabe so they were extra sensitive. Andrew didn’t have the finesse of the brothers, he was more rugged in his affections. His hands were tough, calloused. He might have been a chef but he was also the outdoorsy type and loved physical labor.
When they broke apart, she was panting and he was purring. He rolled to her side and pulled her close.
“Good Lord, Andrew,” she couldn’t catch her breath. He chuckled in her ear and slid the hand from her breast to the button of her jeans. He deftly popped it open and unzipped them. She was breathing rapidly now just from anticipation and his hand slid down the front.
She held on to him, chest to chest as he rubbed her through her panties. She had chosen some red lacy things, which were now soaked.
“Darling,” he growled. “Having a good time?”
“Yes,” she squeaked when he applied more pressure to her clit.
It was exciting, being outside with him, under a bright sun as he pleasured her. She couldn’t think straight when he pushed her panties to the side and slid two long rough fingers in her. He was still purring as he pumped the fingers in and out, not bothering with slow and easy. He brought to her climax faster and harder then she had expected.
It shot through her like a lightening strike, making her shake.
“Riley, you are fucking beautiful,” he growled as she rippled around his fingers. When he pulled them out, she watched him suck off her juices. “And you are fucking delicious.” The hoarseness to his normal velvet voice made her shiver.
“What about you?” She finally whispered to him, feeling his cock pressed again her thigh.
“What about me?” He chuckled, holding her close. “It can wait.”
“It’s not fair to you though,” she rose over him and he shrugged.
“Want to help me?”
She nodded and undid his jeans. He helped her push the jeans down a bit, along with his boxer briefs. She stared at his erection for a long time. He seemed as thick as Zachary. Holy shit.
He took her hand and showed her how he liked it. He liked a tight hold and fast pumps. She obliged, watching his face as she jacked him off. She watched his back arched a little as he pulled his shirts up to expose his delicious abs. She licked them and then decided to give him the same gift that Gabe got.
She took his head in her mouth and sucked gently.
“Fuck, darling, please,” he snarled in desperation. “I’m so fucking close.”
She wanted him the same way she wanted Gabe, all of him. She wanted all of them that way. She didn’t stop, licking his sensitive cock and sucking on him as she stroked him.
“Riley!” He snarled and then moaned as he came into her mouth. He had a lot more volume then Gabe and she barely was able to handle it.
She panted when it was done and so did he. He pulled her close and kissed her, not giving a damn that she had just sucked him dry.
“Darling,” he groaned. “Why?”
“Because I wanted too,” she whispered in his ear.
“Well, shit, anytime you want to do that, just give me a call. I’ll be there,” he growled. “We should clean up and get back home. I hope you’ve had enough orgasms for the day.”
She laughed and sat back up.
“A girl can never have too many orgasms, Andrew.” She wagged a finger at him, making him laugh with her.
“True,” he put himself away and fixed his clothing. She buttoned up her own jeans and they cleaned up slowly. It had been a couple hours at this point, the sun was going to start dipping down. Neither of them wanted to be out here in the cold, though Riley knew they could have found a way to stay warm.
They were quiet on the drive home, sharing a few smiles. She would never forget that little grove and the guys were doing a fantastic job keeping her mind off what happened.
When the pulled in, they waved at Troy and Gabe, who were working on a bike together. Neither said anything, only waved back, concentrated on their work. She liked seeing them that way, it was rare. They didn’t seem upset that she left with Andrew after the fun in the pool house.
He dropped everything in the kitchen and then dragged her upstairs. When they didn’t stop at her door, she was a little confused. He pulled her into a room and she quickly realized it was it. It had a nice country theme to it, with rough wood furniture and soft warm colors. He closed the door and then pull her in for another kiss.
“I wasn’t ready to hand you over to the masses,” he growled, diving to nibble on her neck. He lifted her and carried her to the bed. She moaned he pressed down her, biting her shoulder as he rubbed against her. He was hard again and she gripped his shoulders.
Fucking hell, Brenton had been right, she definitely underestimated Andrew. She realized that as he dry humped her, making her shake with need and moan in ecstasy.
It ended when someone knocked on the door. Andrew make a sound that was somewhere between snarl and sigh. Riley tried to fix herself as he went to get his door.
It was Zachary.
“The diner called the mansion for you, said you didn’t answer your cellphone,” he handed Andrew a note, who cursed when he read it.
“Yeah, I silenced it before we went out. Shit, I need to deal with this.” Andrew was pretty pissed by the note,
“What happened?” Riley walked over from the bed, concerned and trying not to stumble on her wobbly legs.
“A prank, someone set the dumpster on fire at the diner after I left. Sheriff is already there,” he bent and kissed her. “Sorry for cutting this short.”
“It’s fine,” she smiled and patted his butt to be sassy. It made him laugh, shaking his head as he got ready. “You’ve got work.”
He was gone in seconds, leaving her with Zachary, who was grinning down at her.
“Busy day?” He growled playfully.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She chuckled. He and Brenton were both so cocky. They looked at her like starving men about to feast and it made her hot that they were arrogant. Arrogant men were not supposed to be attractive but there they were.
“Well, tomorrow it’s just me and Brenton. We’ve got some errands to run with you so…” He leaned down and pulled her close. “I hope you’re ready.”
She felt that stupid skipped heart beat. He was smirked dangerously, a look so full of promise that she wanted to melt. Or hide. To be honest, Zachary and Brenton intimidated the shit out of her.
“Yeah, sure,” she exuded fake confidence, shrugging and walking past him as he chuckled.
“Liar,” he growled softly, a hand roaming to her ass and giving it a squeeze. She jumped at the touch and turned to glare at him.
“Excuse you!” She put her hands on her hips and backed away a few more feet. Finally, she just shook her head and stomped away, louder then she was really feeling, just for effect.
The truth was, she was more comfortable now with them then she was before they told her what they wanted. She was enjoying this dance and felt more comfortable then she did the entire three weeks before the shift. She liked to feel feminine with them and wanted. She hoped it lasted.
RILEY
Brenton was ordering take out in the kitchen and immediately waved her over when she entered. Zachary was following behind her, still chuckling. She stood out of Brenton’s reach but waited patiently for him to get off the phone. He
glared at her and tried to close the distance. He was on his cell phone, so she knew he could walk her.
She kept just out of his range until he looked pretty pissed. The moment he confirmed the order and hung up, he glared at her.
“I’m going to spank that perfect little ass of yours if you don’t come here,” he growled. She stopped moving and stared at him.
“Spank me?” She laughed. “I’m an adult, I don’t get fucking spanked, Brenton.”
He snarled and even Zachary stopped laughing.
“When I tell you to come here, you come here,” he growled at her. He pointed in front of himself. She crossed her arms and stood where she was.
“Oh shit,” Zachary mumbled from his spot on the counter. “Bad move, baby. We don’t straight up ignore Brenton here.”
Brenton’s long legs closed the distance before she had the chance to run. He picked her, threw her over his shoulder and just began walking off with her.
“What the fuck, Brenton?” She hissed. “I was just having a little fun!”
He smacked her ass in response and she was a little ashamed that she liked it. He stomped into the den and locked the door behind him. He dropped her on the couch, still completely silent. He sat, holding her from running and tossed her over his lap.
“Everyone else seems to just be a little too soft for you,” he growled softly. He spanked her once and she moaned in pleasure and embarrassment. What the actual fuck was her life now?
“All I wanted was a hug and kiss from the girl I like,” he growled down at her. He lifted her off him and dropped her back on the couch. She was frazzled, frayed, out of her depth.
“You just spanked me,” she blurted out in disbelief.
“That would be the third time I’ve smacked your ass, Riley. Being over my knee is no different then being over my shoulder.”
She opened and closed her mouth.
“I don’t really like when people disobey me,” Brenton growled. “I’m always in charge and I know it’s weird. You don’t encounter people like me out there in the human world but no matter where you go in the shifter world, there will be an Alpha similar to me. You need to realize that it’s not something you can escape if you want to have a foot in our world.”
“Bren-”
“They won’t just spank your cute ass. Some will just fucking kill you because they don’t have the patience to work with someone with your amount of spirit.” He snarled. “And I refuse to see you possibly get hurt because you can’t follow my direction.”
She wanted to bristle and argue. Another part of her wanted to beg for forgiveness. The cheetah in her was just as torn.
“I see the wheels spinning, tell me about it Riley.”
“I don’t know why it’s such a big deal,” she mumbled. “I was just giving you a hard time.”
“I know,” he growled, low and bit seductively. “And if we were lovers in my playground, I would have spanked you in the kitchen. You would have liked it, you liked it in here. Then I would have taken you on the counter top and denied you an orgasm until you learned to listen to me.”
“But we aren’t lovers… yet,” he growled softly, invading her space. She leaned back and accidentally slid, giving him the opening to lean over her, holding himself up with his arms. Her heart was pounding, she felt a little dizzy. Was he serious? “So, instead I’m going to drag you in here every time we need to have this discussion.”
“My ex used to order me around,” she whispered. She watched him put the breaks on being seductive and pale a little. “He would…” She couldn’t finish that statement.
“Oh, Riley… He was probably on a power trip and a cruel fucking individual. I don’t beat women, Riley. I will never hurt you. I will never truly rob you of your will to damage you. Me?” He pointed to himself and he looked sick at the thought. “The pride would kill me if I ever did that to you or anyone else. I would let them.”
“Riley, all I want is you happy and healthy. But the small things are important. If you can follow the small day to day orders that comes with being in my pride, in any pride, I know you’ll listen when I give you one that would save your life or the life of one of the guys. All the guys would have walked over to me and listened in on the phone conversation and waited for what I needed because it doesn’t hurt their feelings to do as I ask. They know I won’t hurt them. It’s a fine line, Riley. I know it, don’t think I don’t understand where you are coming from. But I need to keep you alive and healthy.”
She thought about that for a minute. It was fine line, wasn’t it? Her ex had ordered her around because he was lazy and mean. No one listened to him except her. He abused her, refused to help her and treated her terribly.
Brenton ordered the guys all around but he needed to delegate tasks since he a lot going on. He took care of them in every way, giving them all a home. He had taken care of everything since she joined the pride. He genuinely was only trying to keep all five shifters in his charge safe from the world around them. He loved his pride brothers and they loved him. But he demanded obedience in exchange. All the guys had told her this, all of them tried to explain how one treats and understands an Alpha.
She felt her independence slide away and she was desperately trying to hold on to it.
“I… that scares me, Brenton,” she whispered. “That’s why I wanted my own space, my job and…” Her own life. Away from the large men who were now in her space and in her business. Now she couldn’t go to work because they feared for her safety, and she was living with them since her apartment was trashed and her cat was actually hurt.
“I know,” he kissed her softly. “I know. But I need you to try. I’m not saying it’s easy, I’m saying it’s necessary. You have no idea what kind of dangers are out there for our kind. Look at what just happened at your apartment, Riley. I had doubts about you living alone in the Dump and I was kicked in the fucking head for ignoring those doubts.”
She suddenly felt guilty. She remember Zachary making his displeasure known but Brenton had backed her up. That was the deal they made. Her stubbornness got Star hurt. She knew what he was saying about trusting them, it was just hard. Sharing her body was easy. It was hers to give and physically hurting her was something she could get over.
But her trust and everything that followed it? That was damage she dealt with already, and she was terrified of risking it again.
“Okay,” she mumbled. “I’ll try. I’m sorry.”
He looked at her like it was enough that she said it. He retreated from her space and let her sit up on her own.
“I didn’t mean for this go this direction,” he sighed, and she saw the weight he was carrying. He was already in charge of four strong men and now he had to deal with her. That was ignoring his livelihood and these shifter politics and prides she kept hearing about. He was probably nearly as upset as she was over what happened to Star and her apartment. He ran a hand through his hair. “I hoping for something a little more lighthearted. Something that would be a bit fun for both of us.”
She couldn’t stop the bark of a laugh that left her mouth. He looked back down to her, confused.
“Brenton, do you do lighthearted?” She asked him, incredulously.
“I try,” he groaned, a small smile pulling on his lips. “Sometimes, it even works.”
She laughed and shook her head. He was trying to make her smile and like the rest of them, he knew he could.
“Everything about you is intense even when you put that professional mask over it. You get all mild and professional, but I see through it, Brenton Kingson.”
“I like that you see through it, Riley Stern.”
They sat quietly until the doorbell rang announcing their take out was there. He stood up and offered her a hand to get up with.
She took it.
RILEY
Monday rolled around without any more incidents. She just wanted one day where nothing weird or wild was happening. She knew this was not that.
Brenton and Zachary waited for her patiently at one of the SUVs in garage. Andrew was already gone to get work done in the diner, while Troy and Gabe were locked in their workshop all day.
“So…” she rocked back and forth, letting her arms swing around her. She looked between the two of them. “What’s the plan?”
“We’re running some important errands to run. We’ve put them off too long,” Brenton pulled the backseat open for her and held it. She sighed and climbed in. She waited for them both to also get in. Zachary was driving today.
“Like?”
“You’ll see,” Brenton replied mildly. She gritted her teeth. She had been warned yesterday but she had hoped Zachary was just getting her riled up.
She looked out the window in town and groaned at the first stop. The health clinic. Wonderful.
“Let’s go,” Brenton jumped out and opened her door. “We got you on the pride’s insurance a week ago, but you never came. You needed to come for a physical, so we’re knocking every thing out of the way today. That is if you want that thing you’d been thinking about.” Birth control. They’d brought her here for a physical and to see if she would get birth control.
She followed him in side while Zachary just sat in the car. People whispered about them as they passed. She tried her best to never come in town with anyone but Andrew. They worked together, so it could be written off as professional but seeing her with Brenton let the town know she was in their little group now. Even if they didn’t know what role she had in it or why they befriended her, she was now a member of the group.
Brenton checked her in and because he was Brenton fucking Kingson, she was called back in minutes. She followed the nurse and was put in a room.
Two hours later, she strolled out with a pile of paperwork and her ass hurt. She got the damn shot since it was only once every three months but damn it hurt. She didn’t say anything to Brenton, only strolled past him, making him jump up to follow her. Zachary was still sitting in the driver’s seat, lounging back like he was taking a nap with the radio on.
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