Page 97 of Their Knotty Pack
Miles called out of work, which honestly, is probably for the best. He's been a little on edge recently, which probably means his heat spikes are going to start soon.
We could both use a day of relaxation.
Plus, what are the odds of running into Pack Hansen at an omega-specific day spa? They wouldn't be caught dead near one. Gods forbid their non-existent masculinity be called into question. I can't wait until the restraining order is approved and Hunter stops making me go everywhere with an escort.
I'm just pulling on my leggings and adjusting my cropped tank top when my phone pings with a text.
Cady
Ten minutes away!
"They'll be here in ten," I call out to Miles, who is in the bathroom, fixing his hair.
He comes to stand in the doorway, wearing a muscle tank that's too big for him, the oversized cutouts of the arm holes showing part of his toned chest. His joggers outline his muscular legs, his hair is pushed back, and damn, he looks good.
His eyes flash as he looks at me, and I step up to him, the front of his oversized shirt in my hands as I pull him down for a kiss. Lavender and spearmint tickle my nose as he leans down, grabbing my ass.
"You stole Kieran's shirt," I murmur into his lips, and he smiles. "Makes me remember…things."
"Hmmm," he nips at my lower lip. "I love things. Let's do more things. Two-person things."
I giggle as he takes my face between his hands and kisses me harder. "We only have ten minutes. Well, probably eight now." My voice is breathless, and his pupils are blown as he pulls back to look at me, his eyes darting back and forth between mine.
"I think you're underestimating just how hard I am right now."
Dammit. I'm powerless to resist him. If he's as ready to go as he says, then maybe we won't have any issue getting this done in five minutes. "Then show me," I whisper, and the blink of an eye, he yanks my leggings off, pulls his cock out, and then puts his hands on my ass again, lifting me as he spins us so my back is against the wall.
He enters me swiftly, his head falling back as he groans.
"You're…so…efficient," I manage to get out as he pulls out and thrusts back in, shifting us so his body pins me in place while one hand lands next to my head on the wall.
"Ohyeah, baby, talk dirty to me." He smirks, but his voice is strained. He leans forward, sucking on the bonding mark on my neck, his hips never ceasing their movements. The sensation of his mouth on the silvery scar shoots lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my clit. This will be the fastest I've ever come apart on his dick, that's for sure.
Less than thirty seconds later, I'm clamping down on him, and he groans his release, my own cries of ecstasy echoing in the room.
Less than five minutes later, we're heading downstairs, ready to wait on the porch until Cady gets here. We made sure to clean up really well, so there aren't any lingering pheromones, but that doesn't stop Miles from pulling me close again, wrapping his arms around me, and kissing me breathless.
I can't seem to pull myself away from him, even though I know our friends will be here any second. He tastes like blueberry, dark chocolate, and pureneed, ready to consume me—
We're startled apart by the short beep of a horn, and the crunch of tires on the gravel of the driveway. "Come on, you lovebirds!" Cady calls out the passenger side window of a shimmery plum SUV. Past her, I can see Titus behind the wheel, smirking at us.
Miles presses a kiss to my cheek before grabbing my hand and leading me to the car, his bond alight with pure male satisfaction. When he grabs the back door and opens it, we're met with Hannah and Wren, waving to us from the seat in the third row.
"Hey guys!" I grin as I climb in, and Miles shuts the door behind me before getting in on the other side behind Titus. Cady turns to look at us, delight twinkling in her eyes as he backs out of the driveway and heads to the spa.
"Hope we didn't interrupt anything," she says coyly, trying to hide her smile.
"Nope, we already finished," Miles grins, and I reach over to smack him.
"Miles!" I half laugh as Hannah and Wren giggle in the back seat, and Titus shakes his head.
"He's joking," I clarify, sending my wave of mortification through the bond straight to him. He grimaces a little.
"Yep. Totally joking." He deadpans, but I just roll my eyes. Miles approaching his heat is…different than regular Miles.
"Oh my gods, Bethany, it feels like it's been forever since we've seen each other," Wren leans forward, reaching over to give my shoulder a friendly squeeze. Her hair is in two dutch braids, and I suddenly think about how cute I would have looked if I had thought to do the same hairstyle instead of my messy bun. Maybe she can fix it for me when we get there.
"I know," I give her a smile, "a lot has changed since then. This is my omega, Miles." Miles turns to give her a quick smile and a wave.
