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Stacy

When Greyson rushes off and leaves me alone with Tyson Savage (of all people!), I’m fighting the urge to submit and show my neck. My heart is pounding so, so hard.

But there’s uncertainty in his gaze rather than anger and accusation.

“I’m sorry if I took your father from you, Stacy Blackwood. I don’t remember it well, but I might remember it somewhat.”

Gosh, I love the sound of Stacy Blackwood so much. I pull in a deep breath and exhale slowly, summoning courage, but I still have difficulty looking him in the eyes, so I stare at my hands as I twist my fingers instead and he waits patiently for me to find my voice.

“I… didn’t want to come after you for revenge. I didn’t want to do any of the things my brother forced me to do. I’m so very sorry that I shot you, that I hurt you. And that I poisoned some of your pack members. It haunts me.”

“I forgive you for that. So do they. I hope you can forgive me, too. Let’s not let things in the past haunt us and shape our minds. It will do more bad than good, I think.”

He has a point, though it’s not always that easy.

I say, “I can’t blame you for something when I don’t know the reasons behind it. My father wasn’t a good leader. He also wasn’t a very good man.”

“My uncle used to put me in fights. He used to drug me to pull me out of a blind rage that from my recollection he was responsible for. Either by words or perhaps he put some herbs in my food as well as he always served me a meal before a fight. I have a vague recollection of being sicced on a man that may have been related to you. I don’t know for sure if that’s who I’m recalling, and I don’t know why.”

Grey is back at this point, and I feel relief as he steps up to my side and wraps his arm around me. All the alphas around here aren’t easy for me to make direct eye contact with, maybe because of how frowned upon it was in my pack, but Tyson Savage is a different story. Maybe because of Father, because of how Wyatt feels about him. Maybe because I shot him and I’ll never forget that moment just before I pulled the trigger when his piercing green eyes locked with mine. But maybe also because he is just so large, masculine, and authoritative. He’s the kind of male my brother would hate immediately because of how threatening he is. Whenever Wyatt dealt with alphas from other packs he would puff his chest out more, act like more of a tyrant as if to out-alpha any other alphas. Just the bearing of Tyson Savage would be enough to frustrate my brother.

“We’ll move forward,” Tyson says. “Learn from the past.”

I nod and wring my hands nervously.

“Head home for a while, Blossom?” Grey suggests, thumb caressing my throat.

I make eye contact with him and see questions in his eyes. I nod.

He gives back slaps to Tyson, Mason, and Joel who are all nearby on our way to his car. They all say goodbye to me with friendliness and though I feel awkward doing it, I try to reciprocate their friendliness.

The drive back to his house is fast, but I can feel that Grey is preoccupied during it.

Bailey is walking up the driveway as we pull into it. She’s got an armful of clothing and is holding a large paper shopping bag with twine handles.

“Hey Bay,” Grey greets.

“Grey,” she returns, smiling.

“Hi,” I greet.

She jiggles her armful of clothing. “I’m here because there’s a party tonight. I figure Stacy doesn’t have a dress here.”

I haven’t even owned a dress since I was a little girl.

“Good idea,” Grey says. “I’ve got some calls to make, so why don’t you go try dresses on?” He kisses my temple and gestures for me to go ahead into the house.

Bailey follows and we go straight up to the master bedroom.

I’m beyond nervous about the surprise party for Erica’s birthday tonight. I’ll be facing much of his pack. Probably all the people I’ve wronged with the poison, including the women of the men who have been hurt by my shooting Tyson and by Wyatt’s attacks. I am not looking forward to this. But then again once it’s over, even if it doesn’t go great, at least it’s behind me. I guess that’s better than dreading it forever. And Bailey will be there, at least one person I’m comfortable with besides Grey.

“This was very thoughtful, Bailey. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. You’ll get a chance to see us in our natural state tonight. Eating too much, dancing, getting rowdy, you’ll see how much fun we can all have. How much fun we have every chance we get. I think this is good timing.” She drapes the dresses across the chair in the corner and gestures for me to have a look as she dumps the contents of the shopping bag onto the floor and I see three pairs of shoes. There’s a pair of low-heeled dress shoes, a pair of strappy sandals, and sexy high heels.

“Hope these shoes fit. If not, I can zip to town and get you something. Or borrow from Mom. She’s a size smaller.”

I stick my foot into a sandal and it fits. “It fits. Thank you, Bailey.”

“My pleasure. Ivy and Amelia are looking forward to meeting you. So is Cicely, my best friend.”

I shakily smile.

“Really, Stacy, Ivy isn’t holding a grudge.”

“Okay,” I reply, but I know my voice betrays my discomfort.

I wind up choosing the first dress on the pile, a short-sleeved black dress that doesn’t have a whole lot of embellishments, just some pretty black buttons and eyelets around the hem. It’s sweet, kind of flirty. It fits me pretty well. In contrast to the demure dress, I try on the super sexy black and gold heels and Bailey tells me I’m brave, that she loves them but can barely walk in them. I illustrate that I, too, can barely walk in them, but she tells me that if I wear those she’ll wear heels the same height tonight.

I’m pondering this and am about to switch to the lower sandals, when Greyson appears and stumbles. He grips the door frame, and his jaw drops as the silver of his eyes glows.

Bailey laughs. “Well then…” She lets that hang, her voice full of innuendo.

“Go home, Bailey,” he says.

She laughs harder and gathers up the other dresses and shoes. “See you there,” she says.

“Maybe,” Grey puts in.

Heat creeps up my cheeks as my panties become saturated.

“Thank you, Bailey,” I say.

“See you there,” she repeats, giving her brother a stern look. “This party will be good for Stacy. Make sure you come.”

“Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out,” Grey waves dismissively without looking at her while prowling toward me.

I back up and lose my balance, but conveniently land on the bed. Grey pounces, hands gliding up under the skirt and gripping my panties, peeling them down to my knees.

“Undo my fly, wife,” he commands.

I gladly comply.

“Good girl. Take my cock out and get it inside you.”

I do as I’m told, fisting his thick, well-veined, erection.

“I wanna see action but I wanna hear you, too,” he informs.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“You aren’t pissed I left you with Tyson?” he asks, grabbing the panties at my knees and shoving them the rest of the way off.

“I… uh… a little.” My heart is now pounding really fast. Probably because I’m not just aroused but also admitting I was a little upset that he did that.

“Not gonna pick a fight about it?” He quirks up his eyebrows.

I shake my head, unable to fathom the notion of picking a fight with him. Why would I want to fight with him?

He smiles wide.

“Likin’ my life, babe. Like a lot the fact that I don’t have a mate looking to bust my chops, but you got every right to speak up if something’s bothering you. I didn’t mean to leave you feeling uncomfortable. Didn’t realize it until I walked away. Ty’s part of the council, part of the pack, and someone very important to me so it was natural for me to leave you in his care when the threat of your brother looms. It seemed like you two cleared the air so that’s good, yeah?”

I blow out a hard exhale and nod a little.

He traces my hairline with his fingertips affectionately. “Honest, it wasn’t my plan.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Tonight you’ll feel better after having cleared the air in general. We can get on with life.”

“Wyatt notwithstanding,” I mutter.

His expression drops a little. “Uh huh. But we’ll get that out of the way as soon as we can. It’s everyone’s priority, especially now that the SCC is headin’ out.”

“I’m glad,” I say.

But I am also terrified. And I know he knows it.

“Can I make a request?” I ask.

“Absolutely,” he whispers. “Hurry, because my cock is aching. Fuck, I like seein’ you in a dress and heels.”

I smile. “I don’t know how to walk in these heels, so I’ll need you to stick close tonight.”

“That your request?” he asks.

I nod.

“Also your way of saying not to leave your side? Not a problem, Blossom. I truly didn’t intend to leave you with Ty before making sure you were good with that. I apologize.”

“You already apologized. I’m okay,” I say. “But… don’t do it again tonight or I might have to pick a fight with you.” I wave my finger at him.

This gets me an even sweeter smile. “Roger that.” He salutes me. “I’ve got a request,” he adds and now it’s only the devilish expression he’s wearing that has my heart continuing to race.

He takes a nip at my mate mark and orders, “Ride me, wife.”

His hands move down my hips under the dress and as I begin to move, those strong, warm hands caress my thighs, my legs, even my feet while he flexes his hips, snapping them up to aid me as I rock back and forth on top of him, his length gliding between my wetness.

I’m about to angle to get him inside when he changes his mind and I’m turned to my back, my legs lifted so the sexy shoes are up around Grey’s ears. And this is when he slams hard, impaling me and after two thrusts, his knot immediately inflates.

The position, being trapped with my legs up high, the angle and depth – it takes no time for us to both be trembling and moaning out in bliss.