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His expression drops a little. “Uh huh. But we’ll get that out of the way as soon as we can. It’s everyone’s priority, especially now that the SCC is headin’ out.”

“I’m glad,” I say.

But I am also terrified. And I know he knows it.

“Can I make a request?” I ask.

“Absolutely,” he whispers. “Hurry, because my cock is aching. Fuck, I like seein’ you in a dress and heels.”

I smile. “I don’t know how to walk in these heels, so I’ll need you to stick close tonight.”

“That your request?” he asks.

I nod.

“Also your way of saying not to leave your side? Not a problem, Blossom. I truly didn’t intend to leave you with Ty before making sure you were good with that. I apologize.”

“You already apologized. I’m okay,” I say. “But… don’t do it again tonight or I might have to pick a fight with you.” I wave my finger at him.

This gets me an even sweeter smile. “Roger that.” He salutes me. “I’ve got a request,” he adds and now it’s only the devilish expression he’s wearing that has my heart continuing to race.

He takes a nip at my mate mark and orders, “Ride me, wife.”

His hands move down my hips under the dress and as I begin to move, those strong, warm hands caress my thighs, my legs, even my feet while he flexes his hips, snapping them up to aid me as I rock back and forth on top of him, his length gliding between my wetness.

I’m about to angle to get him inside when he changes his mind and I’m turned to my back, my legs lifted so the sexy shoes are up around Grey’s ears. And this is when he slams hard, impaling me and after two thrusts, his knot immediately inflates.

The position, being trapped with my legs up high, the angle and depth – it takes no time for us to both be trembling and moaning out in bliss.

29

Stacy

We’re at the town hall for Erica’s birthday party and the birthday girl seems tipsy. And very happy.

The party has so many people. It’s been quite overwhelming. Considering the fact that she’s also meeting most of the pack for the first time, I’m so glad a party for me isn’t my initiation into the pack. I mean, I’m meeting them all too but she’s up on a dais sitting on a special throne in order to get as much attention as possible. Even the way she’s dressed with a pageant sash shows she’s queen for the night and she’s basking in the attention, clearly an extrovert.

People have been kind to me, but I’m overwhelmed. I see that they’re curious. I’ve been greeted by many men, women, even some kids. I haven’t sensed any judgement coming from anyone, but they’re definitely curious, maybe even pitying and it’s been a lot.

When Tyson and Mason come over with their women and my eyes meet the eyes of the petite blonde on Tyson’s arm, I very nearly burst into tears.

Tyson says, “Stacy Blackwood, this is my Ivy.”

She reaches out to shake my hand and when she takes it, she squeezes it and gives me an expression that says Bailey is right: I have nothing to worry about from Ivy Savage.

“Hi Stacy. Good to meet you,” she says.

“You, too, Ivy,” I say shakily. “I’m sorry for what I did,” I add. “I know I didn’t just hurt Tyson, I also hurt you by making you afraid and I really do regret that.”

The fact that I caused her any hurt at all is devastating to me. I can’t imagine how I’d feel if someone shot Grey.

She smiles warmly, understanding lighting her unique-looking purplish eyes. “I get it. I’m sorry for what you’ve been through, too. Congratulations on finding Greyson. I hope you’ll both be very happy together.”

Mason’s mate, Ivy’s voluptuous dark-haired sister speaks up.

“We should do a dinner next weekend, shouldn’t we Doggo? All four couples. Shouldn’t we? I think we should. So… we will. Okay? I’m Amelia, by the way, friends call me Amie, so… call me Amie.”

She’s kind of fierce. And lovely.

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