Page 91 of Perfectly Naïve
“I’ve honestly never given it much thought. But I think...I think I’m open to the idea.” Birth control was never something I considered, because I wasn’t having sex. Now, though, maybe I should, but perhaps I like the idea of little Sawyers, Liams, or the twins.
Hayes shifts, so his knee rests against mine under the island counter, and warmth fills my belly. I sense his eyes on me, but I can’t tear mine away from the scene in front of me. I’d be a better mother than my own. My children would never have to wonder if I loved them. They’d know it without a doubt.
“I’d like a couple kids,” he murmurs. “But I think we’d all be happy even if our omega didn’t want them.”
I turn and look at him. “You would be?”
“Of course. As much as I want a kid or two, we all want you more.” He brushes the pads of his fingers along my jaw, careful not to smudge his manicure. A quick visual analysis of his expression leads me to believe that he’s telling the truth, and that ache in my chest nearly doubles in its intensity.
Somehow, his declaration makes me even more open to the idea of kids. The gentleness with which he touches me brings an image to mind of the big, tattooed man cradling a tiny, fragile baby, and my scent blooms.
Four sets of eyes turn my way, and my cheeks heat.
“Eat up, Cici,” Liam says to his sister. “Then it’s time for bed.”
When she protests, Liam strokes a hand over her hair. “You’ve had a long day. We all have. It’s important to rest.”
As Liam gets Cici settled in his bedroom, the rest of the guys and I set up the living room to watch a movie. Well, they get everything set up. They won’t let me lift a finger.
“I can make the popcorn, you know.” I roll myeyes as Sawyer leads me to the middle of the longest part of the L-shaped couch and gently pushes my shoulders to get me to sit.
“Of course youcan, but you won’t. You’re going to get comfortable, pick the movie you want to watch, and let us take care of you.” He hands me the remote with a soft smile before kissing my forehead. Wilder hands him a soft, cloud-like blanket, which Sawyer tucks around me. It’s heavenly, and the thick, plush material tickles my omega instincts. Sighing, I snuggle down into it and stop trying to fight them about helping.
As the twins and Sawyer bustle around the kitchen, I flip through movies. I want to pick something all of them will enjoy, but I was so busy in London that I didn’t have much time to watch movies, and I have no idea what half of them are. Men like action movies, right? Somehow I doubt they’d be interested in a documentary about modern vaccines.
“Can’t pick?” Wilder asks as he flops down on my right. He sets two mugs of hot chocolate down on the coffee table as Sawyer takes a seat on my left. Hayes settles in next to his twin after putting a bowl of pretzels and a big bag of Peanut Butter M&M’S on the coffee table.
“Too many choices,” I reply, smiling at Wilder. I have to do a double-take because in the time I’ve been flipping through movies, he must have changed. Wilder’s no longer wearing jeans and a flannel. He traded them out for gray sweatpants and shirtlessness. How is he not cold? We’re in the middle of October.
My scent spikes as I let my eyes run over every inked inch of him. Wilder is a work of art. The black and gray scenes that cover his chest, torso, and arms are just as impressive as the first time I ogled them. Reaching out, I let my fingers trace the fluid lines that decorate his pectoral muscles. His nipples pebble, and he lets out a low groan.
“So beautiful,” I murmur.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he replies, grabbing hold of my ankles and turning me so my back rests against Sawyer, my legs are across Wilder’s lap, and my feet are on Hayes's thighs.
Sawyer wraps his arm around my back and waist, and his fingers play across my hip as Hayes tugs my socks off and begins to rub my feet. They’re all touching me, and my body relaxes.
“Well, this looks cozy.” Liam watches us with a grin, and I frown when I realize if he sits beside Sawyer, he’ll be the only one I can’t touch and who isn’t touching me. Noticing my frown, Liam tips his head to the side. “What’s wrong?”
“Wherever you sit, you’ll be far away.”
The smile that blooms over his face is stunning. I want to kiss him. To lick every inch of him. My mind goes back to the blow job I gave him, and all the men groan when my scent turns needy.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ve got you.” Liam pulls the coffee table away from the couch, tosses a pillow onto the floor in front of me, and sits down. My fingers go to his hair when his head flops back into my lap, and contentment fills me.
This is exactly what I needed. All of them surrounding me, touching me. Their scents weave together into something delicious, and they groan again when my scent spikes.
“Baby, as much as we’d love to give you exactly what your body needs right now, Cici is in the other room, probably not asleep yet. We don’t want to traumatize the poor thing.” Sawyer kisses my temple.
He’s right, of course. It would be highly inappropriate to mess around with Cici upstairs, but my body doesn’t seem quick to get the message. Slick coats my panties, and my lower belly feels hollow with need. So I do the only thing I can. I pick a movie that looks like it promises maximum violence and press play.
All of them chuckle knowingly.
It takes me at least twenty minutes to get my desire under control, but eventually, my scent evens out and I’m able to enjoy the movie and the casual touches of my alphas and beta. We’re all pressed close together. As I play with Liam’s hair, Sawyer traces circles over my hip as my head rests on his shoulder, Wilder runs his fingertips over my thighs, and Hayes is still gently rubbing my feet. The longer we sit like this, the more right it feels.
This is where I belong. With them. No one has ever made me feel so accepted, cherished, and at peace.
I’m lost in my head, envisioning a future where we spend every night like this, when the front door opens behind us and a voice I know all too well rings out over the loud explosions happening in the movie.
