Page 47 of Conflicting Lyrics
The two of them take me over to a worn couch in the corner of the room, away from everyone else.
Hours go by, and we spend the whole time talking and laughing. There’s so much smiling. They tell me about theirlives, how they became a part of the club, and lots of stupid stories about the dumb shit they got up to.
I tell them about Maya, about how we met and everything good that’s happened since coming to Calling Wood. I even talk about the Omega center.
I don’t bring up the church again, and they don’t press. I know if we’re going to become something more, I’ll have to open up about my past more, but right now is not that time.
They ask me if the comment I made before about being in love with my childhood best friend was a joke. I told them no, and then told them about Ally’s and my past.
Who knew some badass bikers would know who a pop star was?
They didn’t judge, and surprisingly, it wasn’t a deal breaker for them.
By the time I get up to go to the bathroom, needing to pee, I knew I was a goner for these men. That I want to throw all the walls I’ve set up around my heart to protect myself and toss them out the window.
I want to be reckless and carefree for once in my life, and hope I don’t crash and burn because of it.
Making my way to the bathroom, I start to feel a little lightheaded. While we were talking, the guys ordered me a few more drinks, but this doesn’t feel like it’s because of the alcohol.
Stumbling to the bathroom, I groan as a familiar cramping trembles through my abdomen. “No,” I whimper, staring at myself wide-eyed in the bathroom mirror. “No, no, no. Not now.”
It’s too early. I’m not due to have my heat for another few weeks. I didn’t even find a new temp pack to help me.
The thought now has my stomach rolling for another reason. I didn’t want some other pack, I wanted this pack, PackHarrison, my biker boys, the men who changed my whole world in one night.
Needing to get my head on straight, I turn on the tap and splash some cold water onto my face.
Another cramp hits me, slick pouring down my leg now. Fuck. I whine at the idea of going out there with all those alphas smelling like a fucking steak dinner.
The door to the bathroom opens. Looking up, I lock eyes with Dakota. With one flare of her nostrils, I know she can smell me.
“Fuck,” she growls, letting out a harsh breath. “You're in heat.”
I nod my head, whimpering.
“I know you just met my brothers earlier tonight, so I wouldn’t be offended if you wanted me to drive you home so you can take care of this however you want. But I’m telling you right now, those two adore you, Lulu. I’ve never seen them look at another person the way they do you. I think you are it for them. You just have to want them too.”
“I do,” I nearly sob. “I really do.”
Relief flashes over her face.
“Do you want me to go get them?”
“Please,” I rush out desperately. “Please. I need them.”
“I’ll be right back. You're going to be okay, Lulu. You're safe with them,” she reassures me before rushing out of the room.
My chest heaves as I try to keep the tears from spilling down my face, while hanging my head and trying to focus on my breathing.
This is really happening. I’m about to have my heat with two strangers in a damn MC clubhouse.
When I woke up this morning, this sure as hell wasn't how I thought my day would end, or that this was the direction my life would take.
But as the bathroom door opens and my two Alphas come stumbling through the door, eyes wide with this overwhelming protectiveness, I know for the first time in my life that everything is going to be okay.
The momentthey take a step towards me, I feel my body give up. On a whimper, I start to fall to the ground, but strong arms are quick to catch me.
“We got you, Little One.” Gavin’s voice pulls a whine from my throat.
