Page 93 of Perfectly Naïve
“I know, Liv. Just give me a heads-up before you tell her and I’ll be there. I’ve got your back.”
“Thanks, Henry. Love you.”
“Love you too.” Henry pushes up from his seat, rubbing the back of his neck and suddenly looking a little awkward. “I, uh, I guess I’ll go and leave you all to it.” He winces. “This is going to take some getting used to. For the record, I neverwant to know anything about your sex lives. That goes without saying.”
Wilder chuckles. “Obviously, bro.”
“Right. Well, I’m gonna...” Henry hooks his thumb in the direction of the door and hightails it out of the guys’ house. As soon as the door clicks shut, we all break out into, albeit quiet, laughter. All of us mindful not to wake Cici.
“Well, that was awkward,” Liam says.
“Very.” I’m no stranger to awkward moments, but having your older brother ask his best friend if he’s fucking you is definitely one of the top ten most awkward moments of my life. At least he took it well. I’m not surprised he didn’t pitch a bigger fit. He genuinely loves me and Sawyer, so it’s not out of the realm of possibility that he wasn’t mad.
“Hey, vixen?” Hayes asks. “You know we’re all in, right? We may never have been serious about an omega, but that was before you.”
I reach over Wilder’s lap and squeeze Hayes's hand. “I know, big guy.”
The four of them share a look, some unspoken conversation passing between them.
Hayes clears his throat. “Can we show you how serious we are about you?”
My scent spikes, because that sure sounds like an offer for sex, and slick floods my panties. They all groan.
“Fuck, gorgeous.” Liam shakes his head. “Who knew that big brain was so naughty?”
“Sorry?”
Wilder’s deep chuckle vibrates through me. “We’re not talking about sex, smarty-pants. Though as soon as Cici’s not around, we aredefinitelyhaving some fun.”
My core tightens at the throaty promise. “But if you’re not talking about sex, what are you talking about?”
Liam stands and offers me his hand. “Come on. We’ll show you.”
Lacing my fingers through Liam’s, I let him lead me up the stairs and down the hall. He stops at the farthest door, where he shares another loaded look with his packmates, then turns the knob. The room is perfectly dark as he leads me in. We stop in what I can only assume is the middle of the space, then one of the other men flicks a switch.
The gasp I let out is loud in the quiet stillness of the beautiful space. It’s like a dream. A thick, plush rug covers the hardwood floors, and fairy lights twinkle around the gray-purple room, giving the space a cozy, romantic vibe. Velvet curtains line an entire wall, while gorgeous peonies are painted along another. The massive bed in the center of the room is piled high with thick, soft-looking blankets and pillows, and there are lamps and plants that can thrive in low light strategically placed throughout.
I immediately feel at home. I want to climb into the center of the huge bed and cover myself with blankets. And as the scents of my alphas and beta surround me, I realize I’ve never felt safer or more at peace than I do right now, here in this gorgeous room.
“What is this?” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“A nest,” Sawyer says from behind me. “Your nest. If you want it.”
If I want it? I’ve never wanted anything more. “You did this for me?”
Wilder’s tone is deeper and more serious than I’ve ever heard it when he speaks. “We know it’s probably too soon to ask you to move in, but this is yours when you’re ready. Whether that’s today, tomorrow, or months from now.”
“I...” My brain is struggling to compute everything I’m feeling. There’s a sensation in my chest that feels a whole lot like joy wrapped in a blanket of warmth.
“Is it okay?” Liam asks gently.
“Okay?” I turn to face the men who have made me happier than I’ve ever been. I need them to see how much this means to me. “It’s perfect. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. But when did you have the time?”
Suddenly, they’re surrounding me, closing me between them, their hard bodies pressed flush against mine. Hands caress my arms, my face, my hair. They overwhelm my body with stimuli to the point that even my overactive mind quiets.
“We made the time,” Sawyer says. His palm cups my cheek as he uses his thumb to tilt my head back. “We’d do anything for you, baby. I hope you know that now.”
I was starting to understand before this. Now I have no doubts.
