“Some would say the same about you,” I replied, deciding it was easier for the moment to speak aloud and not chance broadcasting what I was thinking to the Pack.
Do you want me to meet up with Trent? Liam questioned, drawing our attention back to the fact that both guys were still waiting on Dom’s decision.
I’ve got it covered, Trent answered, giving Liam an out as he said, if you need him elsewhere. We all felt Liam’s need to stay near Leah, and I started to understand why he’d protected her so instinctively when Dylan had run out of the woods. There was a strong pull for him to keep her safe and it was no doubt the reason he stood in the cold, wet rain watching her house.
Fine, Liam stay with Leah, Trent, report back when you find something. Dom sighed, his hand running through his dark hair as he set that golden gaze on me.
“Not the way I’d imagined waking up to you on our first morning as a mated pair,” he grumbled and I leaned forward to kiss him, ignoring potential bad breath in favor of distraction.
After a lingering kiss that lead to wandering hands, I pulled back breathlessly. “Better?”
He tugged my arm, causing me to fall back on the bed, my breasts giving a little bounce, and he tweaked them, grinning when he felt the sharp pleasure shoot through me. “Better is when I’m sliding into that wet pussy,” he growled and I spread my legs open.
“What are you waiting for then?” I asked playfully and his mouth sealed across mine, his leg widening my thighs as he prodded my entrance. I moaned when he slide inside, my body deliciously sore, and my pleasure heightened as I felt his need come across the bond. It wasn’t long before we were both climaxing, our desire feeding each other until there was nothing else.
“Now that,” he gasped, “Is how I want to wake up.” He rolled off, pulling me along until I sprawled across him.
“Greedy, Alpha male expectations,” I teased, my voice almost a purr in anticipation of the idea as I buried my nose into his neck.
“Needy, eager Alpha mate,” he retorted, his hand slapping my ass before gently rubbing the spot. “I need to get up and shower,” he said, not moving and I moaned at the thought, causing the hand cupped over my ass to tighten, and it wasn’t the only thing, I noticed. “You make noises like that and we’re not going anywhere,” he informed me and I lifted my head.
“That’s not incentive to make me stop,” I educated him, letting out a breathy moan as I said, “Oh, Dom, please tell me what a bad girl I’ve been.”
Please don’t, Trent answered and I shrieked, rolling off Dom and yanking the sheet up to my chin.
Holy shit! Trent, forget everything you might have heard, I demanded, mortification flaming my cheeks.
Trust me, I have, he answered dryly. I’m happy to say, so far that’s all I’ve had to hear, but, Dom, you might want to teach her how to control what she broadcasts.
I glanced over at Dom and he had his hand to his mouth and I was suddenly afraid he was angry with Trent for overhearing my teasing. When his shoulders started to shake, and tears rolled down his face, I slapped his shoulder, jumping out of the bed with the sheet wrapped around me toga style. You bastard, I cried not caring if I broadcast it to the world, as he shook with laughter. For that, I get the shower first and I promise there won’t be any hot water when I’m done.
Trent stayed suspiciously silent as did Liam and I had the feeling they were laughing as well as I stomped to the shower, embarrassment fueling me.
When I stepped out of the shower, Dom lounged in the doorway, a low slung pair of pants barely keeping him decent.
“Don’t think standing there like a damn underwear model is going to make me forget,” I warned with a sniff, going to the mirror to work the tangles out of my hair. He set a coffee mug on the counter, a piping hot cinnamon roll following it, and some of my angry embarrassment started to fade. When he took the brush from my hand and started to pull it gently through my hair, I forgot what I’d been miffed about.
After I’d devoured the sweet pastry and coffee, and my hair was brushed way past a hundred strokes, he dared to ask, “I don’t guess there’s any hot water left?” His expression was so hopeful a short burst of laughter escaped me causing me to snort. He tried and failed to look apologetic, the expression somehow not fitting the hard planes of his face. I leaned my head back against his chest, watching his face in the mirror as his body cradled mine. “Insider tip,” I replied, a smile lifting one corner of my mouth, “The motel has on demand hot water.”