“Then consider it done,” Shyla says, placing one hand on my empty knee and kissing Kelsey before leaning over and kissing me.
“You know the Renaissance Fair will be in town soon,” I say, knowing Shyla will punish me for it later.
Kelsey swings around on my lap and wraps her hands around my shoulders. “I want to go. Can we get outfits?”
“Of course. Can you imagine how good your tits will look?” I accentuate the sentiment by licking down her cleavage and taking her bikini top in between my teeth. She laughs but lightly smacks my chest.
“Not in front of Captain Bob.”
“You two are in for it later tonight,” Shyla says, and I can’t fucking wait. I grin, pulling Shyla close to me, Kelsey on top of both of us. Not taking this perfect moment for granted.
Chapter 21
ShouldIbeplottingwith Kelsey on how to get these two Alphas to get along? Doubtful, yet here we are sitting by the pool. Plotting. The sun is beating down on both of us and all I can think about is how much I wish there was an easy fix on how to keep her happy. She takes a long sip of her lemonade and perches her sunglasses on her nose to look at me.
“Maybe we could do an activity that’s hands on, so that there isn’t as much talking,” Kelsey suggests.
“Like what?”
“Renaissance Fair is coming up. Emmett had already mentioned it. There are so many other things to look at besides those two bickering.”
“That could work, but what about long term?” I raise an eyebrow at her. She looks so sexy in her bikini. I’ve been the perfect gentlemen, keeping my hands to myself, but her blueberry scent and the beads of sweat dripping down her sun-kissed skin is nearly frying my brain.
“I would imagine most packs go through this, yeah? I mean fuck, how are a group of people supposed to get along all the time? Having a pack where everyone fucks and loves each other is the dream, but how many do you know?” she asks.
“Only a few,” I reply.
“I think we need to work on both of them coming to terms with the fact they just need to learn to share.” What a concept… I seem to have a hard time wrapping my brain around it as well.
“And the pack Alpha aspect?” I ask, knowing that this is Dom’s issue. He’s always just assumed that it would be his role eventually once our pack was formed. Even with my short run-ins with Shyla, I can tell she has the same mindset.
“I don’t know why anyone would want to be a pack Alpha anyway, but they can rock paper scissors for it for all I care. I’m getting frustrated. Like this isn’t going to be able to work out. I’m feeling defeated and like I’m going to have to choose. I can’t choose,” she says, her green eyes pleading with mine. I wish I could be as open as she is. I never see jealousy in her eyes when she watches me and Dom, or Shyla and Emmett together. She was clearly enjoying herself when Emmett and I were together. It makes me feel like a selfish prick. How can I expect everyone to want me and not have relationships with one another? It makes me feel like I’m being compared constantly and I want the feeling to stop.
I lean over her chair and kiss the side of her face. Her skin is warm from the sun and this close I can smell the scent of sunscreen inter-tangled with her rich blueberry scent.
“No one is going to choose anything.”
“Yeah, well, tell Dom that.”
“He knows,” I tell her.
“Does he?” she says, smirking.
“We could make it even more clear,” I suggest. Knowing that he’s going to be picking me up within the next hour.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I reply, crawling on top of her. The sun chair squeaks with our weight. We’re both sweaty from sitting out in the sun. I can’t help it when I lick a path from her collarbone to her jaw. She moans at the sensation of my tongue against her skin. Her warm hands wrap around my neck and jaw, bringing my face to hers.
Kelsey kisses with complete devotion. In that moment, you’re sure you’re the only person who exists in her orbit, and it feels phenomenal. Her hand glides down my chest, her thumb rubbing against my nipple, causing me to gasp.
She smiles against our kiss as her hand slides against the plain of my abdomen. Her fingers explore the expanse of my chest like she’s memorizing the feel of my skin. If it weren’t for how warm it was outside, I know I’d be covered in goosebumps. She cups my hard cock from the outside of my swim shorts, eliciting a deep groan against her mouth.
“We should go inside,” she says in between our kiss. It is the middle of the day and her neighbor is nosy as fuck. I nod against her lips and she smiles again, making me release my own smile. I quickly get off her body and she takes her hand in mine, dragging me into the house.
We’re kissing, her walking backward as I keep us steady, heading to her nest or bedroom. I’m unsure. We’re nearly past the foyer when there’s a loud knock on the door.
“Fucking hell,” Kelsey mutters, breaking apart our kiss and answering the door.