62. Resa

Chapter 62

Resa

I have my head on Garrison's chest and Vaughn is snoring behind me when something wakes me.

I'm debating whether I need to use the bathroom now or if I can wait until the morning when a small scuff yanks my attention from my bladder to a figure outside the pool house.

I have a brief moment of panic.

It's dark in my nest, and I have only the moonlight outside to illuminate the men sleeping around me, but I know the man standing outside with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Blaine.

I peel Garrison's arm from around my waist and gently place it on a cushion. Then I spend a few seconds trying to find my dress and soon give up in case Blaine leaves.

I crawl, shuffle and trip over cushions on my way to the pool house's sliding glass door, trying to ignore my nakedness as I step outside. It's slightly cool. Not cold, but not exactly standing around naked weather, so I have limited time before the cold stone and the fresh temperature chases me back inside to snuggle with Garrison and Vaughn.

He has his back to the glass as he stares out across the pool.

"Blaine? What's wrong?"

"I'm trying to make today one day," he says, so quietly I'm sure I misheard him.

I wrap my arms around myself, hiding my shiver. "I don't understand."

He must have been paying me more attention than I realized because he leans into my nest, bending to grab a throw from my nest and holds it open behind me. "Here."

"You don't have to force yourself to be with me, Blaine."

Garrison said Blaine had come a long way. I don't want him to force himself to go even further if he's not ready.

Blaine's expression softens as he drapes the throw over my shoulder, holding the soft fleecy fabric closed at the front. "I've spent a long time hiding."

His glasses slide down the bridge of his nose and I nudge them back up, which draws a smile from him. "Thanks."

"Uh, your hands were full. I hope you don't mind." There, I've finally done what I've ached to do. I have pushed Blaine's glasses up his nose. But has it silenced my strange obsession with his glasses? No. It has not. "And you don't want to hide anymore?"

He shakes his head. "Anytime Vaughn would ask me if I wanted to spar, I always told him one day. I thought if I waited long enough, time would make the hard things easy, and it never did. It just made things harder."

I understand what he meant before. "So when you said one day…"

His gaze dips to my lips. "I told myself one day I would kiss you."

I stop breathing, and I have to remind myself to start again. "When is one day?"

He doesn't seem to move, but it feels like he might be closer to me. Maybe he's not the only one moving. Maybe I am as well.

"Today," he says softly. "Now, actually."

I'm fighting a losing battle with myself not to touch him. That stupid urge to nudge his glasses up his nose is one thing. This is something else. His sandalwood and vanilla scent calls to me like melted ice cream to ants on a hot summer's day. It isn't just his scent.

It's him.

You can't heal someone unless they want to be healed, and Blaine isn't broken, just bruised from an experience that rocked his world to the core. But I keep wanting to take away all his hurts and his pains. Is this what love is?

He's still looking at my lips, not kissing me, though I can see he wants to. And I'm balling my hands to rid myself of this growing itch to touch him.

Vaughn's snoring kicks up a level.

I glance into my nest and smile. After I perfumed, I thought of my nest as a place that comforted the omega side of me. Just for me, no sharing ever. I never imagined how happy having an actual room sized nest and sharing it with the men I love would make me feel.

Vaughn is like a starfish, on his belly, and one hand covering Garrison's face. I'm surprised Garrison can breathe at all.

"How can a person move around so much?"

Blaine peers into my nest, and a smile splits his face. "I have no idea. I'd tell you that was unusual, but he once fell asleep leaning against a wall."

He turns back to face me, eyes searching mine, and his smile fades. "It doesn't bother you at all, does it?"

I blink at him, confused. "What?"

"The burn on my cheek. Kissing you will mean I'm close. So you'll see it. Properly. Up close. If you think it will bother you, I can?—"

I step into him, rise to my tiptoes and touch my lips to his.

He freezes.

I'm positive he's not even breathing when I lean back, look him in the eye and say, "I don't care about anything but you."

"You kissed me." His breathing is ragged and his eyes are laser focused on my mouth.

"I did." Now I'm regretting my pushy behavior. "I'm sorry if?—"

He crushes me against him, hands roving my back and ass as we share the same breath. My throw drops from my shoulder, exposing my bare skin to the bite of a cooling night that I barely feel. Blaine's body is kicking off that much heat.

Blaine backs up, holding me against him as I shove at his pants, wanting them gone. He beats me to it. As his pants drop, he lifts me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, wanting to touch his skin, but his turtleneck is so tight, I can't.

His kiss is as desperate as his hands urging me onto him.

My eyes flutter open. Not sure why. And through the glass sliding door, my gaze connects with Garrison, sitting up as Blaine thrusts inside me.

I throw my head back, moaning as Blaine grunts and sinks to his knees, holding me tight, his mouth against my throat, as I feel him throb inside me.

"Resa." My name is torn from his throat.

His hands are bruising my hips. I don't care about bruises. I'm too busy fighting back my release from how he's stretching me.

"I won't last." He sounds anguished as my pussy ripples around him.

He lifts me and slams me back onto him, tearing a moan from me as I lock my legs around his hips. I move with him in this new desperate rhythm, my lips desperately seeking his.

Over Blaine's shoulder, I try not to notice the way Garrison's hand is fisting around his cock or the way he never breaks eye contact with me.

I'm riding Blaine as he pumps his hips up, our lips needy as we drive each other closer to the edge.

He tenses, every muscle locking a split second before he groans deep in his throat.

I feel him jerking, his cock swells, and my slick drowns him as I gasp out a strangled moan. His knot locks us together as he's still shooting hot streams of his come inside me.

My head drops on his shoulder.

I'm panting. He's struggling to breathe as he says quietly, "I haven't done that for a while, but it was over too soon."

I lift my head from his shoulder and look him in the eye. "If that had gone a minute longer, my head would have exploded."

He smiles and his glasses slide down.

I nudge them back up. His amusement grows. "I need to get a new pair or have these tightened. They're always sliding down."

"Oh, I don't mind." I blush and focus on his chin as I say something that will make him think I'm very strange. "I like pushing your glasses up."

Behind his shoulder, Garrison is on his back, but I don't think he's asleep. Not after he was watching us, and not with what he was doing while he watched.

The longer Blaine doesn't respond, the more curious I am. I dart a rapid glance into his face, my cheeks still hot. He's looking at me in a new way that softens my heart.

He touches his lips to mine. "I'm very lucky that the universe made you mine, Resa."

My eyes burn as I wrap my arms around him. I think of how resistant I was to trusting him, how I refused to want anything to do with alphas. I thought they were the same and that they could only ever hurt me.

I was wrong.

And I nearly missed out on being lucky enough to love and be loved by Blaine because of my refusal to open my eyes.

"No. I'm the lucky one."

We're still locked together as we hug, and even if we weren't, I still wouldn't want to move. "Blaine?" I whisper after a minute.

He strokes a hand down the length of my hair. "Resa?"

"Do you think you could stay?"

He gives me a searching look. "Stay?"

"In my nest. You can have the wall side if you want."

Blaine peers over his shoulder and a huff of laughter erupts from his chest. Vaughn is no longer a starfish. I don't know what shape he's formed, but he's going to have the world's worst crick in his neck if he doesn't change positions soon.

Blaine turns back around. "I can try. Maybe not all night but?—"

"That's okay," I say in a rush.

He kisses my forehead and stands. We laugh as, by some miracle, we don't wind up tumbling headfirst into the pool, though it's a near thing.

We're still locked together when he lays me down on the floor of cushions. I have my back to Garrison, while he has the wall side, so he has space to move to if he doesn't want to be touched anymore.

I try to relax enough to sleep as he softens inside me.

"Resa?" he whispers.

"Blaine?" I whisper back.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you before. When you went into heat, and I failed you."

"Blaine," I say. "I don't know what having two alphas near me would have done to my sense of calm, but it wouldn't have helped. You didn't fail me. If you blame yourself for that, please stop."

He releases a soft sigh, urging me closer to his chest. "I'll try."

"Want me to take off your glasses?" I offer.

This obsession with Blaine's glasses is rivaling—if not overtaking—my fancy apple juice addiction. I have no idea where a safe place would be in this room covered with cushions where one of us wouldn't accidentally roll over them and break them.

Maybe they'd be safe in the hammock I fell out of or on top of the mini fridge they filled with the fancy apple juice I barely missed because I was too busy missing Pack Lucas?

"Not yet. Need them for a little while longer," he says, still looking at me.

I can't imagine he can see much with only the moonlight to see by, but his words are still sweet.

Muffling a yawn, I make a mental note to call my parents tomorrow, letting them know I'm okay and when they want to meet the men I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.

I'm falling asleep when Blaine says, "I know you're pretending to be asleep, Garrison."

"My eyes are closed," Garrison says quietly. "You won't have to worry about me seeing anything if you want to take off your shirt and sleep a little more comfortably."

Blaine lifts a hand over me, hesitates, and then squeezes Garrison's shoulder. "Thanks."

I don't know if Blaine takes his shirt off, or even his glasses. The call of sleep is so loud, I don't have the strength to fight it.