Free 1: Chaos - Pack Alpha by Carys Weldon Page B

saying is...we had that.
     
     
    But I’ll tell you how that day panned out, because I climbed up into his arms, then, and I made love to him.
     
     
    To my man.
     
     
    You know, for the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged somewhere completely. He needed me. And he was afraid to lose me.
     
     
    That’s why he took so long to make his move. He told me that later. He preferred watching me from afar to worrying about me getting hurt because of him.
     
     
    But you know what pushed him into making a move for me? You think it was the drug thing. The whole deal at the club. But it was Leer. Leer told me once that he knew Chaos would never have let anyone close to him, ever. And he knew he just couldn’t let his brother live like that.
     
     
    A few minutes of true glory, or a lifetime of loneliness.
     
     
    So, you be the judge of Chaos and me, and what we had. I didn’t really care how long we had it, just as long as I felt it once, ya know?
     
     
    Maybe you’ll think it’s sad, that we knew it wouldn’t last for long, but we snatched what we could. But I didn’t look at it like that. And I know Chaos didn’t either.
     
     
    He loved loving.
     
     
    You see, that was really new to him. I mean, I already told you that he cared about people. But really loving, losing himself in somebody, somebody that needed him, too, that was all he was in for. He was all about finding the pinnacle, reaching the top, knowing what it was to have it all.
     
     
    It didn’t matter that he knew Leer would have to go for that too, someday, or that he’d likely be the one to take it away from him. Or that maybe he’d have to be the one to help his brother go for it, too. That was the future.
     
     
    We were wrapped up in the here and now.
     
     
    Chaos and me, we reveled, we savored. We tasted every drop of pleasure that two people can share.
     
     
    It started with the kissing, got frantic from there, as I pushed his clothes from him, laid him back, and climbed on him, riding him with all the passion I had. It didn’t take long to climax. Like I said, he was all about that.
     
     
    We were both bottling up a lot of frustration.
     
     
    I collapsed on him after we were done, just getting a breather, you know. He started to say something but I put fingers to his lips, and crawled off of him. I went to the bathroom, got a warm cloth and came back, began washing his manhood. It started as a service. You know, to let him know that I was willing to do for him.
     
     
    But, true to form, he was tense, propped himself up on his elbows and watched. “You don’t have to do that, Tee. Just lay by me.”
     
     
    “I want to.” I did.
     
     
    That’s when he said it. Shocked the hell out of me, mostly because he didn’t have to. But Chaos wasn’t stingy. Once he decided to go for it, he didn’t hold back. He sighed, “Gaia, I love you, Tee.”
     
     
    So, picture that, would ya? I’m seriously applying my attention to cleaning up his masculinity, and he says that. My head pops up, my eyes bulge, and my bottom lip flapped open in a quickly sucked gasp.
     
     
    And he laid his head back, looked up at the ceiling and said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
     
     
    He was sorry he said that?
     
     
    Freaking stupid ass man.
     
     
    And I’m an even dumber bitch. I just sat there, with my washcloth and hand around his cock, holding on. It took me a few minutes, but I finally said, with a squeeze, “You shouldn’t tell a woman you love her, and then apologize.” I squeezed again. “I mean,” I pretended to be busy washing him, but I was more aggressively pumping it than anything.
     
     
    He squeaked, “Hey there.” But he propped himself back up, to look at me again.
     
     
    So, I got his attention like I wanted. I said, “I never would have pegged you for an apologizer.”
     
     
    “No?” His gaze strayed to what I was doing to him. Real carefully, he asked, “What would you have