Page 29 of Pack Coffey

As soon as I hang up, I gather the stuff that I'll need for classes tomorrow and a change of clothes. I don't think that a single one of them will mind if I crash at their house tonight. Especially if I tell them I'm not comfortable sleeping here alone right now. Besides, after the long-ass day I've had, I really need some kind of positive human interaction. I need them. The revelation doesn't scare me like it might've a couple months ago. Instead, it makes me move faster getting all my stuff together and put into my car. Locking up behind me, I jump in and head toward their house.

I haven't even made it out of my car yet before Banks is rushing out their front door to come around the car and open mine. He barely lets me step out before he's picking me up andspinning me in a circle.

Taking a deep breath, he sets me on my feet, but doesn't step away. "Why do you smell like that?"

"Like what?" I ask.

His brows furrow. "Like another alpha."

"My mom," I confess. "I went to visit her and my dad today. It was really pleasant. I brought back my car, though."

"Want to talk about it?" he offers.

I shake my head slowly. That's the worst thing I could possibly do right now. "You know what I really, really want? What I've been craving all day?"

"Hmm?" he murmurs, pushing strands of hair back away from my face and looking like he's ready to hand me the world if I ask for it.

"Cuddles, food, and maybe a glass of wine," I tell him, ticking them off on my fingers. "And not necessarily in that order."

"All easy requests, baby. We've got you," he promises, dropping a kiss to my lips.

He wasn't lying, either. After a short trip to the store for the things we needed for steaks and baked potatoes, Banks grilled while Keaton held me in one of their chaise lounge chairs. I nursed a glass of wine while they had beers. When we ate, it was outside.

I go to pour myself one last sip of wine, and Keaton teases, "Should we call limits right now? Too much more of that and you'll be losing your keys and clothes again."

I laugh, bringing the glass to my lips with a wink. "Maybe I want both to happen."

Banks sputters on his beer before quickly recovering. "You want to stay with us tonight?"

"Can I?" I ask, trying to keep the pleading from my voice.

He immediately agrees, but Keaton catches more than Iwant him to. "Is everything okay? Is there a reason you don't want to go home?"

I shake my head, even though it's not the truth. "I don't want to be alone tonight. I'll sleep on the couch so no one has to give up their beds or anything."

"Like hell," Banks growls low. "You can stay with one of us, or both of us if you want to. Whatever you want."

I look between them, knowing I'd never be able to choose. "Both."

It doesn't take us long after that to finish off our drinks and clean up after ourselves. Bank's takes my hand, leading us up to the second floor to the door next to Keaton's. When he opens it, it's as I'm expecting from him. Nice and tidy without a speck of dust out of place. Nothing stands out in it at all, either. It's just a normal dude's bedroom that smells like the best part of summertime.

Surprisingly, he doesn't take the lead once we've locked ourselves inside. Keaton makes the first move, coming up behind me and sliding his hands around my waist, slipping them beneath my shirt. He lifts it over my head and drops it to the floor before letting his mouth fall to the naked skin of my shoulder.

Opening my eyes, I don't find Banks where I left him. Instead, he's sitting on the edge of the bed watching us. Add a new kink I didn't know I had to the list. Him watching us turns me on faster than if he was over here with us. I lock eyes with him as I undo my bra and let it slip to the floor. His eyes stay locked on mine until I finally submit and look away, only then do his drop to my chest where Keaton is now kneading my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers. One of his hands traces a path down my belly until it reaches the top of my pants. Going between licking and sucking on the skin between my neck and shoulder and reminding me of what a beautifulwoman I am, his hand slips down beneath my jeans and into my panties. Leaning my head back against his shoulder, I whine as his fingers find my clit and he starts rubbing it in slow circles.

Next thing I know, there's a sharp tug on my jeans, pulling them down my hips without them even being unbuttoned. My thin cotton panties don't stand a chance, either, as Banks yanks them down, too. Keaton parts my lips for him right before Banks buries his face between my legs and starts licking and sucking to no end. I want to spread my legs and give him better access, but my pants around my ankles won't let me. A whine leaves my throat as he mercilessly devours me, driving me to the point of riding his face as Keaton keeps me from collapsing.

I can feel slick running down both legs where it's seeping out of my opening, begging for his attention. Banks laps at it greedily. I'm so close to coming that when Banks pulls away, I whine again, pleading with him to come back.

He drops his attention to helping me take off the restraints around my ankles. His hands massage my legs all the way up to my thighs, making my eyes roll back in my head. The strength behind his large hands is almost my undoing. I'll see if there's any way to convince him of a full body massage later.

When he stands and grabs the bottom hem of his shirt, stripping it off, I grab the button on his pants, closing the distance between us. I help him out of his jeans the way he just did for me, only a little too late do I realize he's gone commando. As soon as I get his pants past his hips, his cock springs free. Another first for me since I've never taken anyone in my mouth before, but damn the way that I want to right now. I can't get on my knees because I'll be too short to reach it, so I just bend over instead, licking the bit of precum on the tip and taking him between my lips.

He groans, but he's not the only one. Keaton, from behindme, skims a path with his hands up the back of my thighs and across the globes of my cheeks. Leaned over in this position, I know that he can literally see everything. Point proven when one of his hands drops back down to my clit. His thumb begins a slow, torturous assault as he slips two fingers inside of my slick-leaking hole.

I make a sound like a hum of approval, wiggling my hips toward him. Banks grabs the back of my head as he starts slowly retreating to the bed, taking us with him. When his knees hit, he collapses on his back, keeping his hand fisted in my hair. This position makes me feel like he's given me all of the control. I love it. Humming around him, I suck him down as deep as I can take it before slowly pulling him back out, using my tongue to play with him.

Keaton pulls away, and I almost whine to get him back. He just doesn't give me the chance to. His fingers are quickly replaced with his cock as he slowly works himself inside of me. The time it takes him is like pure torture and makes my toes tingle. I try to push back on him, but he's got my hips in a tight grasp, controlling us.

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