Page 43 of Pack Giroux

As we get back into the city, I point at the sunroof and ask, "Does this thing open? I've always wanted to try something."

Jameson pushes a button that has the tinted glass sliding open. Careful not to step on them, I stand in the seat, sticking my head out the top of the vehicle. Knowing it's likely illegal and don't want to get us in trouble, I only stay for a few seconds, holding my arms out like I'm flying.

When I duck back into the limo, he shuts it back. "Fun?"

"It hasnothingon the bike," I answer.

His gaze turns heated as it drops to my lips. I know exactly what that means. Leaning over, he meets me halfway dropping his lips to mine. He takes his time slipping his tongue inside my mouth as his hand drops to the inside of my thigh right next to where his twin's hand rests on the other one.

I'm enjoying the feel of his kisses as another mouth joinsthe mix at my neck and working its way down my shoulder as Emerson pulls my jacket out of the way exposing skin. It's just like with Raine and Grady the other night. Trapped between the two of them at their mercy.

All too soon our fun ends, though, as we pull into the garage. Jameson has his door open and is hopping out before the car barely rolls to a stop. He reaches back in for me, helping me out as Emerson goes around. He power walks over to the elevator and I think we all are grateful that it dings in that moment.

Same as before, Jameson only waits long enough for the doors to shut before he whirls on me. I back into the wall, and he drops to his knees. Emerson moves to my side and lays claim to my lips as we hear a ripping sound. Glancing down, Jameson has ripped a hole right in the middle of my tights. He slides them and my lacy panties out of the way, replacing them with his lips and his tongue. I drop a hand into his hair as Emerson pulls my mouth back to his. The feeling of them kissing both places is intense and has me both gasping and whining into Emerson's mouth. The elevator fills with my heavy breathing and Jameson's licking and sucking noises.

All too soon we reach our floor, but Jameson doesn't stop. The door opens and closes before slowly moving back down again. "Oh my god! What if someone tries to get on?"

Jameson purrs against the spot between my legs. "Then you better hurry up and come on my face, pretty girl, or they're going to be getting a show."

Hell to him and Raine with those dirty words. We don't make it halfway to the bottom before he slips two digits into my now weeping entrance and I come all over his face just like he demands. It feels so good, but I'm greedy. I want more.

Grabbing Emerson through the front of his jeans, I rub up and down until he's groaning into my mouth. When Jamesonraises up and presses his body hard into mine, I do the same to him, letting my mouth drift over to him too. As soon as my lips part I'm hit with moisture that I wasn't expecting.

Before I can swallow it or spit it out, Jameson uses his alpha bark to command me, "Kiss my brother and give him your cum. Let him taste you."

I whimper, having no choice but to obey. No one has ever commanded me like that and it almost send me right over the edge again. Especially as Emerson is a willing participant and greedily takes it from me.

Luckily, we make it back up to our floor without me jumping one of them right here in the elevator, because how awkward would that be, having to be carried in, locked up with one of them? Still, it doesn't stop Jameson from carrying me in. The house seems to be empty as they walk us back to their room. In all the weeks that I've been here, I've never seen the inside of their room. Other than noticing the bright red color theme and their awesome beds pressed against the wall of glass, I don't get to see much more than that.

We strip in a flurry of clothes before Jameson backs me into the bottom bed where Emerson already waits for us. "Get up there and show my brother what that sexy little mouth can do," Jameson says, swatting my bum as I turn.

I purposely crawl as slow as I can up to where he lays against the pillows, drawing out the anticipation for him and giving Jameson a show. They've got muscles stacked on muscles in their stomach and shoulders and arms. Pretty much everywhere. I take him in my mouth and do him the way that I did Kinkaid before, learning what makes him tick. I only get a few minutes alone with him before I feel Jameson behind me. With the way that I'm lying on my stomach, my bum is straight in the air, giving him the perfect access.

I only get half a second of warning before he slides home.Even less time than that to adjust to him. He's brutal in the way that he slams into me. It's rough and has a bite of pain that comes along with it. Unbelievably, it makes the pleasure all that much more enjoyable. As I suck and tease Emerson for all that I'm worth, I slam my hips back into Jameson, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Emerson's knot begins to swell, and I get to actually see it for the first time. I love it. He tries to pull me away, but I won't let him, keeping my mouth securely around him until he comes in my mouth with a loud groan. Triggered by his release, I clench down on Jameson and cry out, losing some of Emerson in the process as it drips back out onto his manhood. Jameson continues to pound me, sending me from one release straight into another one. By the third, I'm begging him to stop, to keep going, I don't know. I'm lost and delirious. His movement becomes frantic as his knot begins to swell and then it notches inside of me, and he comes with a roar. Giving him a little dose of payback, I move my hips, jerking on his knot until he's begging me to stop.

We crash down on top of Emerson. Glancing up at him, I promise that he's next, and I hold to that. We have sex in every position possible until the sun comes up over the horizon.

I'm spooned against Jameson's back while Emerson is spooned against mine as we watch the sunrise.

"I know why you don't want anyone in here while you're gone," I tell them. Getting a good look at their room in the daylight. Their beds are stacked on top of one another but not like bunk beds. They're built into the wall with a set of stairs that lead up to the top one. White furniture with the red mixed in gives it a very modern look.

"Hmm?" Jameson murmurs exhaustedly.

"You're scared someone is going to steal it," I tease. "I might be doing that."

They laugh, and surrounded by the sound, I fall asleep.

Chapter 14

Life officially sucks. Just last week, it was the best it's ever been, now I'm hurting on the daily and wishing I could spend all day at the pack house. The guys have been looking at each other knowingly as I casually steal their clothes laying around and some of their pillows. My blinds haven’t' been open in days. I don't even bother turning on the light when I go in either. Then I'm forced to go to classes to keep from failing and stay on the team. Practices are worse than ever. I'm in pain and can't concentrate. The girls are mean as ever. I'm sure they can tell something is wrong, but they don't care enough to ask. The guys said I'm not scenting like I'm in heat but definitely acting like it. I'd go talk to Grace, but again, I don't think Kinkaid has told her yet.

We finally talked everything out after Emerson told me why he'd been acting weird. I hope he feels better about it now, knowing for sure that there's no blame or guilt involved, and I just want to be happy with them. He seems to be getting back to his normal self. Hell bells, maybe he's feeling part of what I have been the more time I spend at the pack house like this.

Middle of the week my pains get worse, and it's all I can do to get through practice. When I do, I call Grady to come get me instead of Jameson. I don't think my stomach can handle being on the back of the bike right now. Painfully walking over to the dorm, I want to run inside to grab the little bit of clothes that I have left. I debate on using the elevator for the first time ever, but I decide against it taking the stairs like normal.

I'm doubled over in pain by the time I make it to the top, though, and have to stop for a breather. Walking over to our door, I notice it slightly ajar, and I push it open the rest of the way. My heart drops into my bum and I forget about everything else entirely as the face of the Reverend stares back at me, and hebrought my pack fathers with him.

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