We visited the museum next. Thankfully, there was a museum assistant who was there to tell us about the paintings and sculptures. Mitch didn't have to drone about different histories like he would have done. From the way he kept on glaring at the attendant, you could tell he wasn't happy someone had taken his job. It was funny as hell, but I didn't laugh, not wanting to let him know we could identify how he was feeling. I bet he had researched everything, and knew the history of hand, ready to tell us all the things he knew and boast about it to his brothers. I also felt bad for him. Throughout the walk, he looked tensed, not his usual self. Everything I did to cheer him up didn't do much. He kept his face straight, like one whose pet got knocked down by an overspeeding car. “She doesn't know half of the histories!” He grumbled when we got to the car, turning to shoot a glare at the museum. “Who would have thought they would give us an attendant like this? If only I asked about th
I looked up with a smile. “What surprises do you have that you don't want the others to know?” It was thrilling just thinking about it. He hooked his arm with mine, winking. “You will know when we get there. Before the others realize we are gone for long, we will be on our way back. Don't you think it will be fun? Like so much fun.”“Yup. It will be fun, but not as fun as it would have been had the others been with us.”“Can't I have you to myself?” He frowned. “Must we go out with the others?” “That's not what I mean.” I smiled at my pouting mate. “It's always good to spend time alone with you. I'm just feeling for the others. They will know we ditched them. Don't you think?” I looked up at him with a smile. "But it's good. We will spend the time together. I bet it will be thrilling."“That's wonderful!” He grinned, looking like I said the word he had been dying to hear. “I will make sure you don't regret doing this.”I smiled at him, my eyes cringing at the side as I watched him.
It was my first time seeing him climb, and it was so good. I felt proud of my mate, who looked like nothing in the world could stop him from doing the things he wished to do. “Go!”Mitch glanced down with a smile, his eyes cringing at the side. He blew a kiss at me before he resumed climbing. He was fast, acting like he had done this a ton of times. Looking at him, I wondered if there were things my mates could do that I didn't know about. Like climbing. I haven't seen them climb before. Watching Mitch, I could tell he knew what he was doing. “Summer!” I turned at the call, to see my other mates running towards me, with scared looks on their faces. I turned to look at Mitch, who had gotten to the yelling lady. His expression wasn't pleasant. He was trying to take me away to a place where we would be the only ones. Looking at him now, he looked like he was barely seconds from murdering his brothers. They got to me, breathing heavily like they had run miles to get to me when it was
“But you like these old men, don't you?” Miles looked back with a smile, winking. “Who?” Wrinkling my nose, I closed my eyes, still with my head placed on Mitch's shoulder. He resumed running his fingers through my hair, his touch soothing.“You. Weren't you the one who always followed us with your eyes? You were always looking towards us. Did I lie about that?”Pursing my lips, I didn't reply. I kept my eyes shut, not in the mood to argue with him. “Summer is —”“Just shut the hell up,” Mitch growled at his brother, and that shut him up. Miles didn't say a word until we reached home. I could sense their distance from Mitch as they walked towards the front door, with Mitch following close behind me like a sheep with no sense of direction. “Are you going to keep ignoring your brothers?” I frowned at him, folding my arms as I turned to face him fully. “They didn't mean to interrupt us. If you want to get angry, don't you think it should be with the woman you saved?”He lifted his s
“I know. I'm not bothered. As long as they aren't hurting anyone in the pack.” I peered up at him with a smile, chuckling when he gave me a curious stare. “What's wrong? Do you think I look cute?” Biting my lower lip, I smiled at him.“I don't think you are pretty, darling. You are charming and beautiful.” He leaned down to place a kiss on my head. “What do you want to eat?” Mike inquired, interrupting our cute bubble of love. “We will make something for you.”“I doubt I will eat anything tonight.” I placed a hand on my belly, sighing. “My stomach is stuffed with enough cakes to last me a lifetime.”Mitch chuckled, placing a kiss on my hair. “Who caused it? Weren't you the one who kept on eating everything you saw? Are you complaining about it?”“Nope. I don't regret it, though. I will still eat more should we go on a date again.” I made a face at him, and he snickered. “Cutie little darling.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “This cute little darling wants something else
“I just want to touch you. Is that too much to ask for?” I got up from the couch and watched them, biting my lower lip as seductively as I could, while staring at them with a small smile on my lips. “That won't do, baby girl. You need to rest. Since you don't want to eat, why don't I run a bath for you? It will do you good to relax your limbs. There are —”“Why are you Hell-bent on treating me like a kid who doesn't recognize what she wants, Mitch?” I climbed on his thighs, staring down at him with a frown. “I know what I want, and that's not to sleep. I want you guys to touch me, to show me just how much I mean to you. Is that too much to ask for?”Gulping, he looked at me, his gaze showing how much he wanted to tell me to get down, that they had no interest in touching me. “Did I do anything wrong? Was there something I did before the incident that made you decide not to touch me? And don't you bloody say it's because I'm pregnant? After all, we all know that would be the lamest l
I stared into his eyes, to know if he was lying to me. He didn't remove his eyes from mine, watching me as he tried to show me just how much he meant his words. I reached for him, placing my hand on both sides of his face. “Are you certain about this? You are not here because you feel sorry for me? You want me for me, right?”He nodded. “We want you and have always done. I doubt there are days when we don't want you.”“That's great.” I pushed him, so he was lying on the bed. Rising from the bed, I smiled at them as they watched to know what I had in mind to do. I wanted to remove my dress, so we could get the show on the road. I imagined feeling the toe-curling pleasure of their touch and their gentleness, but I had other things in mind. I took a few quick steps that placed me beside Mike and, lifting my skirt almost to my panties, I turned my body and sat firmly on his thighs with my arm around his shoulder. He looked at me, blinking. I bet he thought I would choose Mitch first.
My pussy was getting well and truly sucked as Mitch continued his administration between my open legs, and I was loving every minute. My hand moved down and rubbed through his thick hair and pushed his face harder into my panties, moaning as I ground my hips on Mike's crotch. Suddenly his hand left my leg and reached for the elastic, pulling it aside to plunge his tongue into the wet crack that awaited it.“Fuck!” A curse escaped my lips as I felt the touch of his tongue and I pushed his head hard against me to get as much of that tongue as I could.I shivered, panting as the others resumed what they were doing, driving me made with desires.Miles's teeth nibbled hard on my nipple and his hand squeezed and pinched at the other one.Mitch gave my pussy one last lick before he stood up. Miles moved away from me as Mike turned me on his lap. They seemed to have communicated with their mind. It was such a pity I couldn't partake of that.Knowing the next thing on the list, I undid the but