Page 36 of When She Needs Them Most
Hell if I know why. She’s female. All women are random and mysterious creatures.
I don’t bother checking my phone until I’m leaning against the door to the porch, supervising Sky, to make sure she gets an adequate bathroom break.
I’m anxious to get back to Chelsea, but the poor woman is beat. She was asleep before I left the room.
My jaw falls when I see the message from Arden.
Kase disappeared while Arden was in a teleconference.That’s not worrisome or anything. His judgment where Chelsea is concerned isn’t the best.
Sky bolts up the steps to the back porch, and her nails click across the wooden flooring as she runs inside. Tugging the door closed, I rip off my armband and pull out my earbuds. I drop it all on the dining room table as I jog through, aiming for the back hallway.
I’m a sweaty mess from the extra-long run I took Sky on, so she wouldn’t be hyper when Chelsea woke up.
Chelsea’s scent smacks into me before I’m even at the closed door to her bedroom. The sobbing moans have my head tilting.
What is happening?
There’s no way Kase is in there with her…right?
Fuck me.
There’s only one way to find out.
My hand wraps around the door handle, pushing it open. The scent of Chelsea’s arousal smacks into me, and, rather than staggering backward, it pulls me forward.
I’m pretty much unfazeable.
Normally.
That does not apply to finding Kase on his side behind Chelsea as he spoon-fucks her.
Holy fucking shit.
She’s all baby belly and tits. Her sweaty hair sticks to her forehead and cheek as she sobs.
Kase fumbles around—I think he’s attempting to locate her clit—and I’m so fucking thrown for a loop… Finding them fucking would not have made my top fifty guesses of what they’d be doing.
Chelsea’s hazy blue eyes pop open and get huge when she spots me. Finally locating some presence of mind, I shove the door closed and kick out of my tennis shoes.
Kase’s head pops up, and his eyes narrow.
I hold up my palms. I’m not a threat to him, no matter what his instincts are trying to convince him.
“Oh my god, I can smell you from here,” Chelsea says, staring straight into my eyes. “This is going to sound weird, and I know that, but I need you to let me lick you. It’s important. Please.”
My cock throbs in my basketball shorts.
I was cold when I first hit the pavement, but after a solid run, I was thankful I didn’t wear pants. There’s every possibility she wants to lick my skin, not my dick, but the appendage is acting like we got a full-blown invitation to join the party.
“Chelsea, beautiful, I’m already brushing the bottom of your pussy. No matter how hard you slam your hips back, I don’t think you’ll be able to take my knot—” Kase gasps. Using his height, he curls around her top half, gripping her face and twisting it back. “Are you fucking okay?”
Her eyes squeeze shut, but she nods. “I am, but now I need you to rut. And make Linc let me lick him.”
“Nomakingrequired.” I prowl closer, tugging my long-sleeve shirt off with a hand at the back of my neck.
Chelsea’s scent seems to indicate something deeper is at play. Her pheromones are thick in the air, and her arousal is at the point I would safely say it qualifies as a perfume. I was under the impression omegas only perfumed in the days leading up to a heat and with highly compatible partners.
We are so fucking compatible, my cock aches just from scenting her pussy, but pregnancy halts heats.
