Page 35 of Pack Coffey

When I come to that conclusion, I decide to go off in search of someone. There was only one car out front, meaning the rest were probably still working. It's okay, though, because Lawrence is kind of the person I want to see right now, anyway. Plus, it gives me a reason to explore on the third floor.

From the outside, it looks the same as the floor below. Except there are only two doors up here. Following his scent, I move to the one that I think is his and knock softly.

"Come in," he calls from somewhere inside.

I swing the door open to find him sitting in a very comfortable looking closed in nook in the corner of his room with an open book on his chest. I waste no time at all making my way over to him and throwing myself inside with him. Wiggling around, I get comfortable on all the pillows he has stashed around the edges.

His chuckle is deep as I tuck my arm around his middle and bury my face into his side. Letting his book drop to the floor, he turns on his side and tucks me in close to him until we're seemingly just one body. He tucks his face down into my hair, breathing in my scent and letting his settle into me.

"Everything okay?" he asks after a few minutes.

"Fine," I say, my voice muted by being pressed into his shirt. "I just needed you."

His heart thuds in his chest and his sweet latte scent grows stronger as his arms tighten around me. "I'm glad you found me then."

After a little while of laying with him, I'm calmer than I've been all day, and I pull back to look up at him. "This has to be the most perfect spot in the house. Are you sure you're not an omega with all these pillows in here?"

He laughs. "Pretty sure if I was an omega, we would've known a long time ago. And this isn't the best spot in the house."

I raise up on my elbows ready for all the pack secrets. "No! Show me. Please."

Rolling out of the little nook, he reaches out to take my hand. We walk out of his room and across the hall to the only other door. When he opens it, my eyes go wide. There's a medieval bed made from huge pieces of wood pushed against the back wall with matching furniture all around. There's also a round shaped bed or sitting piece in the middle of the floor. I'm curious about it, but Lawrence leads me to the closet. Flipping on the light, I'm impressed by the sheer size of it. Who even has this many clothes enough to fill it. But it seems that the closet wasn't the destination after all as he takes me to yet another door in the back. As soon as he opens it and flips the light on, I know exactly where we are and I gasp.

"A nest? Lawrence, are you serious? I shouldn't be in here." I tell him, trying to back away and not touch anything thatwill rub my scent off on.

He takes my hand, successfully stopping my retreat. "Yes, you should. I don't know if the others have expressed how much they want you to be a part of our pack yet or not, but they're a little slow sometimes. But this is yours if you're willing to accept it. The gift from our pack to you. You can redecorate however you see fit. If you don't want to live with us full time yet, that's okay too. We're hoping we can change your mind on that, though."

I'm speechless, because I want it more than anything. He saves me from saying anything as he takes my hand again and leads us back out into the main room. Flipping the lights off, it gets dark before he pushes a button somewhere that opens several skylights above us. I follow his lead as we move over to the round cushion in the middle of the room. He lays us back so that our heads are touching as we look up at the stars above our heads through the skylights.

"This is amazing," I tell him.

After a few minutes of enjoying the peace, I can't help but tease him, "I think I still like yours better, though."

"Then it's yours, baby," he offers. "Anything you want. You can have it."

My heart swells in my chest, making it hard to breathe. Throwing a leg over him, I pull myself up to straddle him and lean down for a kiss. That's all it takes to open the well of emotion inside of me.

Chapter Twelve

Lawrence's hands find my hips as I kiss him. He gives me complete and total control for how far I want to take this. Something neither of us are prepared for is that once the dam broke, I can't piece it back together. The flow needs an outlet. And this man, the sweetheart that he is, just offered me pretty much the world.

I kiss him soft and then hard, alternating between the two trying to decide which one feels better. They're both the same. Kissing Lawrence is like finally finding my place in the world where I fit. Raising up, I strip my shirt over my head, taking my bra with it. His hands come up to cup my breasts before he sits up and takes one of them in his mouth and then the other, bringing my nipples to attention for him. The cold air hitting the wet peaks is a new sensation I'm not prepared for. Especially as he blows on them.

His hands drop to the front of my jeans and unbuttons them before he helps me slide them down my hips. Standing in front of him completely naked with only the moonlight to see by is strangely a powerful moment. Taking his shirt in my hands, I gently pull it off of him before doing the same with his pants. Now that we're both bare, I can't help but lean down and capture his lips with mine again. He falls back, pulling me with him. I'm forced to straddle him again or lay flat like an awkward log. So, I part my legs, immediately feeling him pressing against my entrance. I work my hips up and down the length of him before taking him in my hand and helping guide him inside. As with his height, Lawrence is longer than any of the others, and I worry for a second that he won't fit all the way in. It's a glorious moment when he finally does, bumping a barrier deep inside of me that he can't pass. It's borderline painful, but feels amazing.

Taking my time, I lift my hips and drop back down on him, making us both groan in pleasure. His hands move backto my breasts as I lean down to put them in his face. He lifts far enough to take my nipples in his mouth. I can feel myself squeezing around his cock every time that he does it. What started out slow, as my orgasm builds, I ride him faster and harder chasing it.

Going up on my knees, puts him at a different angle inside of me, making me cry out as I ride him that way. The small sounds escaping his parted lips lets me know that he's enjoying it just as much. One hand wraps around my thigh as the other works between us so that he can give my clit short little flicks. The sensation is different and turns me completely feral on top of him. I ride him hard and fast to the point to where he can't keep his hand between us any longer. Both of his hands slide behind my cheeks and he grasps them hard as he helps slam me down on his cock. The movement spreads my cheeks too, exposing my tiny hole. The thought of someone taking me there sends me right over the edge, pulling Lawrence right over with me. My hips slow but keep working to milk him for every drop he's willing to give me.

When I finally collapse on top of him, we're both breathing hard.

"I knew it'd be good," he admits between breaths, "but that was amazing. Give me about two minutes and we can go again."

Even growing soft, he's still tucked deep inside of me, so when I laugh, it feels so good that I get aftershocks and slip right into a moan. Lawrence holds to his promise too. Not once but three more times. We eventually make it to the bed and fall asleep.

Sometime later, I wake up to light on my face from the door opening. It shuts just as fast, but I hear someone in the room. Wrapped in the cocoon of Lawrence's arms, I think about waking him up. But Henry's voice calls out to me before I can.

"It's just me, love," he says with the rustling of fabric. "Scared me for a minute, because I couldn't find either one of you."

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