I think I die. Someone put on my grave stone: ‘Here lies Kelsey, dead from so much slick releasing from her body, she dehydrated and perished.’
Shyla gives me a look, knowing what she’s done to me as she opens my car door and moves the seat back to accommodate her long legs. “Come on, sugar. The sooner we get home, the sooner we can take care of your little problem.” He smirks at me.
“Little? I think my slick has soaked through my pad.”
He groans and tugs me to their SUV where he opens my passenger door. I go to buckle myself, but he takes care of it for me. He kisses me on the side of the head and I melt. I’m going to need one of them to touch me ASAP. I throw my purse violently on the floor and try to calm my Omega hormones down.
“Put your address in,” he says, handing me his phone. The British woman’s voice rings throughout the car when I put in the address. I rub my thighs together. I almost feel as horny as I do during my heat. Though I know my heat is a while away, at least it should be, but I did mess up my cycle. My low grade suppressants make timing my heat easier, but it’s been wonky since the incident. I take the lowest dose currently, only because I’m unbonded. If I had a pack, I would never touch a single suppressant again.
“Don’t feel so bad about it. If I wasn’t a Beta, Shyla’s dirty mouth would have me leaving a snail trail all over the place.” I can’t help it when I laugh so hard I feel like I might pee myself. Definitely too much water. I hold my thighs closer together. “I promise she’s not all bark, no bite.” Oh fuck, the idea of her using her bark on me in bed just gets me even wetter. “Wrong thing to say, sorry, sugar.”
“It’s all right. Like I said, it’s just been a while.”
“I already know this is a stupid fucking question, and I already want to put my foot in my mouth. But I have not a single clue how anyone would ever let you leave.”
I give him a tight smile. “Maybe after all of this we could go out on a proper date some time and I can tell you more about it.”
He grins at me. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I love a woman who knows what she wants.”
“If I told you what I wanted right now, this car would be pulled over and we wouldn’t even make it to my house.”
He groans and rubs his hand through his hair. He’s so attractive and easy to talk to. I know I’m getting ahead of myself, but he’s already established he has a lot of free time. Maybe he would want to spend it with me. As happy as I am to have my house back, and not being treated like a prison inmate by my brother, being alone all day is kind of scary. I probably need to bring this fear up with my therapist, Robin.
“Is there anything you don’t like? Shyla and I are pretty in tune with each other. But if there is anything you aren’t comfortable with, all you need to do is tell us.”
“I’m okay with spanking, but I don’t think I’d like to do that right now. No impact play anywhere else.”
“All right, anything else?”
“Don’t be mean,” I say.
“Mean, how?”
“With your words,” I say, looking out the window. “I enjoy teasing. I like dirty words and language, but I don’t want to be degraded.”
“Okay, sugar, you don’t have to worry about that. Shyla is more into edging and praise.”
“And what are you into?”
“Being edged and praised,” he replies, and I laugh.
“Are you always more submissive, or do you like to switch?”
“In the bedroom, honestly, I like doing whatever my partner wants, being on their whim. That doesn’t mean I won’t fuck Shyla until she’s at the point of tears, but I only do that when she wants me to.” I shift my weight in the seat, picturing everything he’s telling me, how good they look together, and how I would fit in with them. “What about you?”
“I would consider myself more of a switch. I like a bit of everything,” I say.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says as he pulls into my driveway. It’s a simple colonial ranch-style home, with red brick covering the exterior and a small front porch with one rocking chair out front. The home’s value has nearly gone up by triple since my parents purchased it. I know one day I’ll probably have to sell it, but I can’t yet. I’ve barely even redecorated, except for the bedrooms. “This is cute,” he says, opening his car door and rounding the front to open mine. In the short time that I’ve known Emmett, it’s clear that he is everything a southern gentleman should be.
Shyla pulls my car next to their SUV. She gets out, locks the car and hands me the keys. “I kind of like that little thing. It’s fun to drive.”
“Thank you for bringing it home so I didn’t have to worry about it.”
“Sweet Omegas should always be taken care of,” Shyla says matter-of-factly. She grabs my hand and we walk to the front door. I shield the code for only my view as I put in the numbers and the lock twirls, letting us in my modest little house.
“It’s not much, but it’s mine,” I say, cringing a little at the decor. I left the living room exactly how my mom had it before she passed. You feel like you’re in a low budget Tuscan villa.
Shyla stands behind me, her front pressed to my back, Emmett in front of me. “Where would you be most comfortable, sweet girl?”