Page 89 of Crushes and Confections
“Our home is in Holiday Hollow,” Adrien said with a nod of his head.
His mother stormed off, pulling out her cell phone and demanding a flight be arranged as soon as possible.
“You’ll call if you change your mind?” his dad asked.
“I won’t.”
His dad nodded, turning away to follow his wife without another word.
It wasn’t the resolution I’d hoped for him. You always want people to be redeemable in your life, to be able to change their minds. But some things don’t work out that way. Some people, despite your best efforts, are not meant to be in your life.
Instead of dwelling on it and expending your energy on people who don’t show you the same respect in return, you can focus on the ones that do.
Which is exactly what Adrien did.
Right there on the sidewalk of Main Street, he pulled us in one by one, his thumb running across where he’d bonded us and whispering words of love to each of us before we loaded up the car and headed back home.
We ended up as we often did, cuddled and kissing on our couch, this time with a vinyl I had put on instead of the TV. I didn’t break away until my glasses ended up being smudged beyond repair from a wayward cheek turn. When I came back downstairs from grabbing my lens wipe, the three of them were conspiring, their heads pressed together suspiciously.
“Ahem,” I said, resting my hands on the back of the couch. “What are you up to?”
“I was just telling Claire she should go take a bath with those salts we got her,” Adrien said.
Claire nodded, grinning up to me. “Help me?”
“Of course,” I agreed.
I snatched Claire off the couch, carrying her upstairs amidst her giggles, only setting her down on the master bathroom counter so I could prepare her bath.
Checking to make sure the temperature was just right, I filled the bath, adding a scoop of the salts Adrien and I had ordered from an omega specific site. When everything was ready, I turned back to Claire, raising her arms over her head before I pulled her shirt off, placing a kiss on her shoulder as I took off her bra and set it aside before placing her on her feet. I did the same as I helped her out of her pants, keeping my touch soothing.
She’d taken a long soak yesterday, but I imagined she was still feeling the residual effects of her heat.
I moved to pick her up to lower her in the bath, but she just shook her head at me, looking me up and down pointedly.
“You can’t join me if you’re still wearing your clothes.”
“Forgive me, Peach,” I said, quickly shedding them. “I wasn’t aware this was a full service bath. I planned to help you wash your hair from the side of the tub if you’d let me.”
Gathering her into my arms once again I stepped in and sank down, grateful once again that we had the large bath that we did.
“My hair is already clean. I washed it yesterday. But there is this one spot that has been bugging me,” she said, resting her head back against my chest. “Maybe you could help?”
“What spot?” I asked, roaming my eyes over her.
She tilted her head to the side, running her finger down the length of her neck before stopping and tapping the junction at her shoulder.
“You see, I have this amazing bite on the other side, but I’m missing one from my other mate on this side.”
My breath caught in my throat, and I had to clear it before I could speak again. “You said it was bugging you?”
“Terribly,” she confessed. “I feel this ache deep inside me and I need you to fill it up, alpha.”
My cock thickened at her words, pressing against her ripe little ass and wanting to fulfill our omega’s needs.
“I’d love to help you with that,” I confessed. “But you always come first, omega. I wouldn’t want to hurt you if you’re sore.”
“Didn’t you hear? I’ve had some magic tea and attentive alphas the past two days,” she said, turning herself on my lap and straddling my thighs. “I’m a little tender, but that’s nothing compared to the ache I feel without you there.”