Chapter 7
Monday morning, Angel woke up and tried to roll over, but found herself tightly wedged between Quill and Ian. Not that she minded. She loved sleeping with her mates, and waking up with them. As she tried to wiggle free she woke all three up, and Brin sat up and stretched, giving her a sweet smile.
“Hey beautiful. Are you stuck?” he asked.
“She’s not stuck,” Quill said. “It’s romantic.”
“I have to pee, though,” she said.
“Well, that’s definitely not romantic,” Ian said. He scooted over and gave her room to get up.
She hurried off the bed and to the bathroom, where she used the toilet and then brushed her teeth. She leaned out of the bathroom and said, “Anyone want to join me in the shower before breakfast?”
All three males rushed from the bed and she laughed as they jockeyed for position, pushing and bantering with each other. Brin turned on the shower and said, “We may need to do some remodeling in the cabin, unless we find one with a really big shower.”
“Or we could just take turns with our sweetheart. You know, go in age order,” Quill suggested.
“You’re only saying that because you’re oldest,” Ian said.
They brushed their teeth while she got into the shower, and she couldn’t help but laugh at how fast they were brushing. They were racing each other, and she was the prize. They always made her feel special. She hadn’t expected how fast her feelings for them would grow. She didn’t just like them; she was crazy about them. They’d utterly changed her world, and she’d never been so happy.
Brin finished first, practically jumping into the shower with her. She squeaked in surprise as he caught her around the waist and pushed her gently toward the shower wall. “I want to make breakfast so we can go cabin-hunting, which means I get to make you scream first.”
He dropped to his knees, kissing down the center of her body as he moved. Ian slipped in behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist, anchoring her against his erection.
She tipped her head to the side as Brin grasped her knee and lifted it until her foot rested on the edge of the tub. Quill stood at the side of the tub and slid his palm up and down her thigh, setting her body on fire as Brin settled between her thighs and kissed her navel.
“Are you wet, sweetness?” Ian whispered in her ear. He cupped one of her breasts, massaging the globe and tugging her nipple gently.
“I’m always wet for my mates,” she said, leaning back more fully against Ian. Brin probed her pussy with two fingers, sliding easily through her heat. Angel had gone to bed last night fully sated, but when she woke in the morning her thoughts had immediately turned to pleasure again. She couldn’t get enough of them, and she loved every second.
Brin flicked his tongue over her clit, his fingers pulsing into her with a slow rhythm. Quill leaned over to kiss her as Ian nibbled on her throat and Brin fingered her to perfection. She loved having their hands on her at the same time. They knew just how to touch her, putting her pleasure first. Quill ate her moans as Brin fucked her with his fingers faster, sealing his lips around her clit and sucking, his tongue moving rapidly over the sensitive bud. She broke from the kiss with a shriek of pleasure, her breath gusting from her as heat poured through her. Her knees weakened, and Ian chuckled as he held her closer to keep her from slipping.
“Love doing that to you,” Brin said. He sucked his fingers into his mouth and she bit her bottom lip at the sight.
“Turn around, sweetness,” Ian said.
She turned to face him and Quill, drinking in the sight of their naked bodies, their erections straining, their eyes glowing with happiness.
Brin wrapped his hands around her waist and tugged gently. Angel held onto Ian as she lowered herself down onto Brin’s lap. He grasped his cock and she wiggled down onto him, her pussy still clenching with little aftershocks of pleasure.
“Give me your beautiful mouth,” Ian said, wrapping his hand around his cock.
She hummed in happiness, trusting Brin to help her move with him as she tended to his brothers. She leaned forward, resting one hand on Ian’s hip and grasping Quill’s erection with the other. As she took Ian into her mouth and moved her hand on Quill, Brin lifted and lowered her, strumming her clit with his fingers until she couldn’t hold back from voicing her bliss.
“Fuck yes,” Ian said, his voice a low snarl. She dove back on him as her body contracted around Brin’s cock, and swallowed Ian’s come. Brin filled her pussy, his cock spasming inside her while as she fisted Quill’s cock. Quill finished inside her mouth, his body tightening as he held back until she wrapped her lips around him. She loved the taste of her mates, and she loved hearing how they sounded when they came.
She relaxed against Brin, the water splashing around them.
“We also need a bigger water heater,” Brin said. “The water’s gone cold.”
“Worth it,” she said. Ian helped her up and he kissed her gently, his eyes simmering with passion.
“You’re definitely worth it, Angel. I’m so glad you’re ours.”
“Me too.”
They hurriedly cleaned up in the frigid water, laughing as their skin goosebumped and their teeth chattered. Brin was finished first, grasping a towel and holding it out for her as she rinsed off the suds and stepped out of the tub. He wrapped the towel around her and then he grabbed one for himself, handing the others to his brothers.
He was out and making breakfast a few minutes later, as she, Ian, and Quill took their time drying off and getting dressed.
She dressed in shorts and a tee and ran a brush through her hair, tying it back in a braid. When they were finished getting ready, they walked out to the kitchen and found Brin pulling a bagel from the toaster.
She kissed his cheek and took the plate from him. “You’ll let me cook for you sometime, right?”
“If you really want to, of course, but it makes me happy to do this for us.”
“Okay. I just don’t want to take advantage of your good nature.”
“That’s not possible,” Brin said. “It’s ingrained in us. Three males share one female – one is the leader, one is the protector, and one is the caretaker. It would be weird not to have a place in the family.”
“Is it always the youngest who’s the caretaker?” she asked as she set the plate of toasted bagels on the table and put the carton of orange juice next to it. She made four cups of coffee, setting each one in front of a plate.
“For the most part,” Quill said. “We did meet a clan at a gathering in Virginia once, and the youngest was the leader. The oldest was the protector, and the middle one was a real whiz in the kitchen. Sometimes personalities change things in a clan, but we’re drawn to be everything for our mate, together.”
She sat next to the empty chair and Brin sat next to her, putting a tub of cream cheese, several jellies, and a jar of peanut butter on the table.
“I’m really okay with eating cereal sometimes,” she said.
Brin said, “Only if you want it. I don’t mind cooking, sweetheart. I swear.”
She nudged him with her elbow and smiled. “No swearing at the table.”
He pecked her cheek with a chuckle. “Sorry, Angel.”
She took one half of a toasted bagel and smeared peanut butter over it, and then she took half of a banana and laid the slices of it on top. She took a bite, savoring the taste, and then fixed her coffee.
“We haven’t talked about the job offer yet,” she said.
Quill finished his bite of cream-cheese and grape-jelly-topped bagel before asking, “What do you think about it?”
“Well, when you first met with Ally and her husbands, I thought it would be awesome if they’d offer you all jobs at the campground so we could work and live here. But I don’t want you to take the jobs just because you think it’s what I want. I want you to do it because you want to.”
Quill looked at his brothers, and then said, “We were hoping for that, too. We didn’t think it would happen, though, because of the sheer number of family members they have working here.”
“But now two of the clans are leaving soon,” Ian said, “which leaves them in the lurch with the upcoming gathering.”
“You love working and living here, don’t you?” Brin asked.
“Absolutely. It’s so much fun. I miss my mom and step-dad, and my friends in New Jersey, but this place calls to me. It felt like home the moment I set foot in this cabin. I was missing something, though, and I know now that I was missing you three.” She rubbed the space over her heart. “Now I know I’m home, and that I was meant to be here because it’s where I’d meet my destiny.”
All three males growled in agreement.
Quill said, “It’s settled, then. We’ll accept their job offers and choose a cabin for our new home.”
She opened her mouth to ask if they were sure, but Brin put his finger on her lips and silenced her. “This is the right choice for our family, sweetheart. It’s what we want, and what you want. What better choice could we make?”
Her eyes stung at the sweet gesture.
She was falling hard for her mates. She marveled at how quickly a word like ‘mate’ had become normal to her. As a human, she’d always thought the word odd and unappealing. Something more feral than romantic. But now, after being with them, after feeling the surge of possessiveness that the word evoked, she knew it was feral, but also romantic. Romantically feral? Or ferally romantic? Either way, she loved the word, and she was quickly coming to love her mates.
Brin rubbed her bottom lip gently and smiled. “As long as you’re happy, we’re happy, and I think that goes both ways.”
“It does.” She could practically feel their happiness in the center of her being. “Do you need to give notice to your boss at the construction company?”
Quill said, “I called yesterday and told the foreman that we’d been offered jobs elsewhere. I offered to give him two weeks’ notice, but he said that since we were near the end of a job anyway, it was good timing, so we’re ready to start. Tomorrow, of course.” He gave her a wink and she grinned.
“Of course.”
After finishing their light breakfast, she cleaned the table and pushed in the chairs while Brin did the dishes. “Can I just say that I hope the cabin we pick has a dishwasher?”
She clucked. “Getting dishwater hands, honey?”
He barked out a laugh and flicked suds at her. “Yes. But mostly I hope that it does so I can have more time to make you smile.”
She reached for the towel on the counter and dabbed at the bubbles that stuck to her shirt, then dried the dishes. She liked being in the kitchen with him. It was nice to share something mundane with someone she liked so much.
Brierley came into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing her eyes. “Morning,” she said, half grumbling the word.
Angel turned to look at her. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her mouth was drawn into a frown. The normally cheerful female looked miserable. Immediately she wondered if their late-night tumble in the sheets had woken her up. A blush heated her cheeks. “Are you okay, B?”
Letting out a long sigh, Brierley said, “I had a weird dream.”
The heat left her cheeks. Thankful that their late-night pleasures hadn’t caused Brierley’s unhappiness, Angel put her hand on her shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Brierley blinked big blue eyes at Angel, looking both impossibly young and far too old at the same time. “Thanks, but no. I don’t think talking will help me sort anything out, and I just want to get something to eat and go back to sleep. Are you guys leaving?”
“We’re going to look at the larger cabins and pick one. We’ll have to spend a few days cleaning, and then on Saturday we’re having our mating ceremony, so we’ll be out of touch for twenty-four hours.”
Brin said, “Longer than that, actually. After the ceremony Saturday night, we’ll spend twenty-four hours locked up together, and then we’ll be too exhausted to do anything but rest after that. So maybe we’ll be around Monday night.”
Brierley smiled. “I’m glad you found your mates.”
“I hope you find yours, too,” Angel said.
After saying goodbye, she and Brin walked to the front door.
“Ready, sweetness?” Ian asked when they met him and Quill at the front door. Quill held the map.
“You bet,” she said.
They left, opting to walk to the cabins instead of driving. It was a beautiful morning, and she was looking forward to the walk. Each chance she got to talk to her mates only increased her feelings for them. They weren’t just sexy, they didn’t just rock her world every time they touched her – they were sweet and amazing, the sort of men that she’d read about in romance novels as a teenager. She hadn’t thought guys like them really existed.
It took three hours for them to check out the five available three-and four-bedroom cabins. It was at the last one, on the other side of the campground from the cabin she shared with Brierley, that they all agreed they’d found their place. It was a four-bedroom, with a large porch, partially surrounded by big trees that made it seem more private than the others.
The family room was large, with a stone fireplace and a mantel made from a polished log. The eat-in kitchen had a breakfast nook that overlooked the woods and to Brin’s happy discovery, a dishwasher.
Three of the bedrooms were on one side of hall, along with a bathroom, and the fourth bedroom, which turned out to be the master suite, was on the other side of the hall. There were french doors that led to a small deck, a bathroom with a glass-enclosed shower, and a four-poster bed.
“Finally, a king-sized bed,” Brin said as he sat down, bouncing with the motion. “Let’s christen it.”
Angel laughed but wrinkled her nose. “Um, ew. Other people have slept on those sheets and done who knows what else on them. We need new sheets first.”
Quill raised a brow. “I know they clean the sheets between guests.”
“Yeah, but still. We need our own, new sheets.”
Brin grinned. “Sure I can’t tempt you?”
“You know you can,” she answered.
Ian lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “New sheets first. Then we’ll start off the christening in here.”
“Oh?” she asked, heat singing through her at the simple touch of his lips to her skin.
“Bed first. Then shower, then family room and kitchen. Plus the deck.” He wiggled his brows.
“We’re going to be busy,” she murmured.
“Extremely.”
Quill said, “Sweetheart, is this the one you like best?”
She turned and leaned against Ian’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her with a contented sigh. “Yeah. It’s perfect. Private, plenty of bedrooms, plus that fireplace will be wonderful in the winter. Do you all like it? To be honest, I’m happy to be anywhere, as long as we’re all together.”
Ian’s hands flexed against her, a soft growl vibrating against her back. “We’ll always be together.”
She sighed, a most feminine sound, and said, “It needs to be cleaned top to bottom. Plus new linens. Do you think we can finish in a week?”
“With all of us working, of course,” Quill said.
“You’ll have responsibilities here, though,” she pointed out. They’d been offered jobs, and they weren’t going to be paid to just take care of their own clan.
“We’ll manage, sweetheart,” Brin said. “We absolutely want to mate you properly on Saturday night, and that means the house will be ready for us. There’s a lot to do, but we’re just the males for the job.”
“Okay. Let’s go check in with our bosses and then get to work.” It would be Saturday night before they knew it, and she wanted the house to be perfect for them. She was uncertain what the ceremony entailed, but she knew that Ally would answer any questions she had, and her mates would tell her whatever she wanted to know, too.