10
NASH
After food and talking, we’d all been ready for round two, and I’d gotten in that tight pussy of Rachel’s. And yeah, the look on her face when I filled her up, I’d never forget. The way those snug walls rippled as she squirmed to get me to fit. Fuck. Making her scream my name was definitely my new mission in life. She’d practically passed out.
This morning, I’d have stayed in bed with Rachel between us. My job was in Montana, but Cord and Rachel had jobs here. She worked the lunch shift at the diner, but we’d woken her early with Cord’s head between her thighs and my mouth on her nipples. We couldn’t get enough of her. The need for me to take her rough, to bite her, was hard to control.
“Sore, beautiful?” I asked as she came into the kitchen. Cord had made coffee and I was leaning against the counter working through my first cup.
I wasn’t exactly sure why, but the need for her pussy to be a little achy made my dick hard. Again. I wanted her to feel us while she was waiting tables.
She blushed but shook her head. “Those toys I had did the job of solving the whole painful-virgin-sex thing.”
I went over to her, kissed her forehead, set my hand on the back of her neck. Her blue eyes flicked up to meet mine. Yeah, she felt the hint of possessiveness in the hold. “No more toys. You want to play, you’ve got two dicks to keep you happy.”
She couldn’t help but smile, which had been my intention. When she licked her lips, all I could think of was her mouth stretched wide around me. Fuck.
“I need to go home and change, then get to the diner.”
My bag was at Shelby’s. So was my truck. While Rachel was at work, Cord would have to take me to pick up both. I wouldn’t be staying there. I’d be staying wherever Rachel was, and I had a feeling it was in Cord’s bed.
Cord grabbed his keys. “Come on, we’ll get you to the diner on time. Bessie’s a ruthless boss.”
The way Rachel laughed, I had to assume he was being sarcastic.
Cord’s cell rang and he grabbed it from the counter. He glanced at the display, then at me. “Wade, what’s up?”
I remembered Wade from Gibson’s office. The IT guy who was going to look into my parents.
“Okay,” he replied. “Sure. Yes. We’re taking Rachel to the diner for her shift. How about we meet there in about thirty minutes?”
Wade must have found some news about my past. I’d forgotten all about it. A new mate and a virgin pussy had me distracted. But Rachel was going to be busy with the lunch shift, and I needed to learn the truth because what I’d known had been completely wrong. As Gibson and Cord had said, only pure Two Marks shifters scent matched. That meant my parents were from here.
Why had my grandparents kept it a secret? Why hadn’t they told me I was from the Two Marks pack? I had so many questions and since I couldn’t ask them, Wade was the guy with the answers.
“Everything okay?” Rachel asked as Cord led the way out to the garage.
“Fine, beautiful,” I reassured. “We met Wade yesterday—”
“He’s one of Caitlyn’s men,” Cord clarified. For a second, I panicked he was giving away that we were shifters, but then I remembered Rachel had met the woman and she had helped her understand our need for a threesome.
“Right. He wants to have lunch with us,” I said. I wasn’t going to lie to my mate. Never. But I didn’t even know what the truth was at this point. All of it had to do with being a shifter, though, and we couldn’t share that. Yet. Soon, we’d have to give her the full truth.
Thirty minutes later, Cord and I were tucked into a booth in Rachel’s section of the diner. Wade showed up and I slid over so he could sit down. Rachel was busy with other tables, and without wolf hearing, she wouldn’t overhear our conversation.
I pegged Wade to be in his early thirties. He had dark hair and was built as big as every shifter I knew. Knowing he was joining us, Rachel had brought three mugs for coffee and I filled his from the carafe she’d left for us.
“Thanks,” he said, then took a sip without doctoring it. He looked to me. “It wasn’t too hard to find information on you or your parents.”
I nodded, glad we weren’t going to start with small talk. “When you have the missing piece of the puzzle—Two Marks—it’s not all that hard.”
He grinned. “Made my job easy.” Then his smile fell away as he pulled a folded paper from his pocket and set it on the table. “You ready for this?”