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Tenzin

“W hat happens now,” I whispered, as Gwen slept on our lap, on the plane. It had been one crazy night. We’d started out playing cards and ended in another state, with the owner of a hockey team going to jail for kidnapping.

Not to mention meeting Gwen’s dads in person.

“We go home, take care of her however she needs, then we attend our games tonight, and she goes to hers.” Clark petted her hair like she was Snowball.

I frowned. “Are we honestly letting her go to her games? It’s one thing if they were home, but they’re both away.”

Clark gave me a scathing look. “Did you just ask me that? We have to let her go, if that’s what she wants. We let her take the lead and fight the urge to be like her dads and keep her for her own good. We know her and we’ll fuck everything up if we don’t fight those instincts. Just like Lenny told us. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

I gulped. Hard. While what he said was true, it was also difficult to fight my instincts right now. “I don’t either. But I need her to be safe.”

“I know. But this is Gwen. We need to let her deal with it her way and just support the ever loving fuck out of her. Yeah, it’s hard to say that. I know exactly how you’re feeling. However, we have to do what is best for her. Not us.” Clark shot me a pleading look.

He was right.

I leaned into him and lowered my voice. “I want to fuck the ever loving fuck out of both of you when we get home.”

That would settle something inside me for the moment.

“Oh, yes please, Alpha,” he breathed.

Finally, we landed. It was early morning. Yep, weren’t making morning skate, and I texted Coach. I needed a nap.

And to attend to her. Them.

“Thanks everyone.” Gwen waved, clinging to me as our ride pulled up. “Oh.” She blinked and looked at Tegan. “Did I win the motorcycle?”

Tegan nodded. “Yeah. When you get back from your games, we’ll make sure you get it.”

I growled a little.

Gwen cupped my face with her hand. “It’ll be okay, Big Guy. I’ll wear body armor and take you for rides.”

“Fine.” As much as I wanted to protect her, I also wanted to make her happy.

We got into the car. She made a face as she looked at her phone. “Ugh. While my teammates are going to get my gear, the time to meet everyone at the station is going to come far too soon.”

“You can stay if you want,” I told her, fighting the urge to tell her that she had to stay.

“You know I need to play. But I’ll be okay.” She cupped my face with her hand. “I’ll be with my team. I’ll reset the bracelet to you, okay?”

“Just for now.” I gulped.

“Okay.” She leaned into me.

“It’s okay to not be okay,” Clark added, squeezing her hand. “I know this is important to you, and playing is how you process stuff. Call us anytime. If we’re playing and you need us, text Kylee and she’ll get us. If you need to come back after the Natty game, then do it. If you need me to come with you to Vancouver, or you need me to hold your hand while you call your dads and cancel on them, I’ll do it. Whatever you need to feel safe.”

She blinked. “You’d miss going to see your family to come with me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. If it sucks, we’ll just go see Tenzin.”

Good plan.

“Or you can all come with me. Cooter is going back to the ranch, but you can stay at his place, hide all his shoes, and see the babies. I can also go with you to Vancouver. Whatever you need.” I offered. Clark was right. We had to support the ever loving fuck out of her.

Gwen giggled. “Hide his shoes? How about just the left ones? Thank you for giving me options.”

“Anything you need,” I told her.

She snuggled me. “Thanks. It feels different from last time. Probably because everything was okay–and I know that dwelling on how it might not have, would be counterproductive. If anything, I’m just angry at the Deloitte audacity and just want to put all this behind me and move on. Let’s keep all the options and lines of communication open? For all of us? Just be there for each other?”

“Okay.” Clark kissed her hard.

“Absolutely.” I pulled her to me and kissed her, as well. “Someone needs a shower.”

She stank of fear and anger.

Gwen nodded as the car stopped in front of the building. “Um, can we all sleep together in Clark’s room? I know the bed’s small but…”

I silenced her anxiety with a kiss. “Whatever you need.”

For her, I’d deal with the smaller bed.

She took my hand in hers, as we walked into the building, waving to the door attendant and the front desk person.

“I need both of you.” Her voice dripped with need.

“You have us,” Clark said to her. “Also, Muriel has your purse and stuff. She’ll be home all day, so just knock and get it from her before you leave for your game. I have your phone.”

I picked Gwen up and threw her over my shoulder, as we walked down the hall and she let me. Clark opened the door, and I took her straight into Clark’s bathroom, where I turned on the shower.

I took Clark’s jacket off her, which she still wore. Removed her earrings, the bracelet, and her necklace. Unzipped her dress. Unbuckled her pumps. Unhooked her bra. Slid her panties down her muscular legs.

She let me, as if she knew how much I needed to do this. Every act of care helped soothe the savage alpha inside me.

Clark came in and started taking his clothes off. “Snowball’s all good.”

I stripped, and the three of us got into the warm spray. I made a mental note to make sure when we redid the bathrooms at our new place that we had multiple shower heads, at least in the enormous bathroom.

Taking the shower gel, I scrubbed the scents of the night off her, while Clark washed her hair. My hands caressed her breasts, her thighs, then finally, my fingers entered her, getting her ready for me.

Her breath came out in pants, and she moaned. Clark smothered those sounds with his kisses.

The need to settle my alpha, by being inside her, consumed me. My cock was hard and ready as her pussy wept on my hand.

“I can’t wait for the bed, I need you now,” I told her.

“Take me, Alpha,” she moaned. “Give me my mostriciattolo.”

Pressing her against the wall of the shower, I thrust inside her hard. My lips met hers as my kisses told her how worried I’d been, how relieved I was, how I was still a little scared.

She came, and I knotted her, hard and fierce, continuing to devour her mouth, and play with her breasts, her clit. Clark’s chest pressed to my back, holding me, comforting me, being there.

“I love it when you knot me,” she breathed, eyes closed.

“I love knotting you. When I’m in you,” I looked at Clark, so he knew I meant him, too. “I’m home.”

As I held her against the shower wall, locked inside her, the emotions of the day rose up and the warm spray of the shower washed them away, leaving only what was important. Her.

Them.

Us.

We would all get through this. Together. Be better for it.