Page 14 of Wild Omegas (Wild Skies Ranch Omegaverse #1)

Carson

Even I can’t discount how weird Josie was at breakfast. It’s clear she’s running from something in her past that’s far more present than she’d like it to be now.

But part of me can’t also help but wonder if it’s agreeing to join our pack that she might be regretting, too.

Or maybe that’s just my fear because now that she’s ours, I can’t imagine a world in which she’s anything but.

I head out for work early and spend the entire morning in the garden and walking the grounds.

A few stones came lose on a pathway so I fix that and water the garden before heading back to the shed housing most of my equipment.

The sun blazing down on me all morning is enough to chase away the memory of chilly rain soaking us all last night.

The wild temperature swings are like nothing I’ve seen before, even in the city.

I hurry to the shed to finish up for the day. But instead of a quick trip to lock up, I find Josie sitting there looking out at the horses grazing in the distance. She’s sat on the steps that lead up to the raised shed with her arms wrapped around her knees.

My boots disturb enough ground when I walk that she must hear me coming. She turns and smiles up at me although it’s tight. “Hey.”

I sit down next to her and toss aside my work hat. “Hey. Everything okay with your friend?”

I can tell it’s not but there’s only so much any of us can do when she’s not willing to talk.

She lets some things slip here and there, but it’s never enough for a full picture.

Honestly, I’m surprised Brooks hasn’t dug into it yet with his connections.

But I suppose, like Luke and I, he’d rather preserve her privacy.

Josie pulls in a deep breath that raises her shoulders. She nods. “Yeah, she just needed help sorting some things. I’ve got the right connections for it, so…” She trails off as she picks at a spot on her jean-covered knees.

I dip my head so our eye levels are closer to being even. “Is it anything I can help with?”

Josie looks back toward the horses in the distance. “Not really, no.”

I can tell she’s lying. I just don’t know about what or why other than she doesn’t trust me. Which is valid. We’ve not known each other for long. Trusting us with her body is one thing. Trusting us with her heart and her past…

Still. “Are you sure?”

Josie looks back to me. Her wild hazel eyes meet mine and it feels like someone’s stabbed straight into my heart. Her shoulders are tight and her eyes… They’re full of sadness and worry. “It’s not something you can help with Carson. At least, I’m not sure how you could help. But thank you.”

I reach for her hand and am genuinely surprised when she lets me take it. “We’re all running from something, Josie. We’re a pack now. We can help each other.”

She tilts her head. “What is it you’re running from?”

If she needs a little honesty from me to open up, who am I to hold back?

It’s not like my identity or bank account are a secret.

It’s just not really come before now. “Okay, yeah. I’ll tell you.

” I gently brush her hand with my thumb.

“It’s nothing insidious. I was a CEO for a start-up that went public and stocks boomed.

Sales were really good for a long time, and I became a billionaire a little too quickly.

” I shake my head as memories of all those long nights flood my head.

“Even though I as CEO, I was also doing a lot of the work hands-on. It got to be… too much. My health couldn’t take it, and I didn’t need the money anymore, so I left. I had to.”

“And you found Wild Skies Ranch after that?” she asks.

“I was looking for a quiet place to rest and reset my nervous system and health.” I chuckle a little.

“I couldn’t do what Brooks and Luke do with the animals.

But plants I can handle, and landscaping.

” I flex my free hand. “It feels good to work with my hands. To actually make a measurable difference in something aside from stock values.”

Josie leans in and places her head on my shoulder. The gentle intimacy of the movement sends a warmth running through me. “I was a city girl before everything. I understand.”

“But a baker,” I clarify. “That’s plenty of work with your hands.”

I catch a sad smile on her face and then she nods. “It was, yeah. But having a slower life here is everything.”

I wrap an arm around her and pull her close. Whatever is weighing her down is something she can’t hold alone. But I can’t pry it from her. All I can do is be there when she’s ready to share and hope she doesn’t crash out at the same time. “Well, I for one am happy you’re here, Josie.”

“Me too.” She turns her head toward me. Her gaze finds my lips, a silent request.

I lean in and kiss her softly. May she never need to ask again.

I’d kiss Josie all day long if she wanted.

Her full lips brush mine and open to allow our tongues to dance.

She shifts against me so we’re closer to facing each other.

But it’s not enough as she tries to wrap an arm around me, too.

The angle is off. She makes a frustrated sound in her throat before moving and swinging a leg over my lap so she’s straddling me.

I run my hands all over her back and keep her pressed close.

Her kisses become desperate. Her fingers twine into my hair and hold my face to hers as she purrs.

My inner alpha groans with arousal at the sound of that purr, of the feel of her hips against mine.

I can’t stop the erection, and I can’t—won’t—stop Josie as she starts to grind against it.

The kiss that started out soft has turned into an inferno in a matter of seconds.

I pull back so we can both gasp for breath as Josie grinds her center against my erection, both of us still fully clothed. She rides me like the bull at the bar last night.

“Carson, please.”

I meet her gaze and hold it while she grinds away. “Please what?”

She dips her head down to kiss me. Our tongues dance again until she whispers, “I want you.”

“You’re not sore after last night?” I need to be sure. Having two knots at once is a lot for any omega.

She whimpers. “I am. But I need you.”

I hold her face. The tips of my fingers thread into her hair.

“Another way, then.” My free hand leaves a train down her tank top to her jeans.

I undo the button and zipper and slip my hand underneath her underwear and between her legs while I shift my knees to widen her straddle.

She’s already wet from the kiss. Soaked really.

Her floral and honey scent spills forth and cocoons us without anything keeping it inside.

“Mmm,” I purr as we press our foreheads together. “What a good angel. So wet for her alpha already.” My fingers brush her slit lovingly but purposely ignoring what she wants.

Josie shifts her hips a little. “Please, Carson.” Her fingers pull my head down and she captures my lips with her own.

We kiss again. The intensity of it burns straight through me to my cock.

Her wet slit makes pleasuring her easy and smooth as my fingers dance through her slick.

My thumb finds her clit and I plunge two fingers right inside.

The angle isn’t the most efficient, but I’m not moving Josie from my lap for a single second.

She rides my hand and moans against my lips. “Yes. Carson.” She gaps my name like a prayer.

I want to hear her say my name like that for the rest of my existence.

I thrust my fingers into her faster and faster, settling into a rhythm once I find that perfect spot that has her thighs clenching around mine like she’s riding a horse. Her body coils tight and, slowly, she starts arching backward.

“Carson,” she pleads.

“Cum for me, Josie.”

Her walls clamp down around my fingers and she cums hard, a deep moan rolling off her lips.

I keep thrusting my fingers into her until she cums a second time, so intense I have to fight to keep her legs spread.

When I finally withdraw my fingers from her jeans, she looks back down at me with such grateful eyes that it squeezes at my heart.

“Josie—”

She kisses me again. Fiercely. I hold her to me until she finally pulls back and shifts down from my lap to kneel before me. It’s then I realize what she means to do.

“You don’t have to,” I said. “I wanted you to feel amazing.”

She smiles playfully up at me. “And I do. Now I want you .” Her small fingers pry open my belt buckle. My cock strains against my jeans so the second the buckle and the top of my jeans are open, it springs free.

Josie’s eyes go wide and she stares in awe of it as if she’s never seen it before. Reverently, she takes my length in both hands and leans in. The tip of her tongue touches the head of my cock just so. I nearly lose it. My breath hitches and I squeeze my eyes shut.

Josie slowly, so achingly slow, wraps her tongue around my entire head and moves one hand up along my shaft. She’s taking her time. It’s not at all like last night’s desperate clawing and lust. Josie is devouring me centimeter by fucking centimeter.

She envelopes the head with her lips and starts to suck, but her tongue moves away from the most sensitive areas. Her hands begin slowly working in unison to pump my length and occasionally cup my balls.

I clench my fist at my sides and try my damnedest to make this last as long as possible. The feeling of Josie’s mouth on my cock is fucking nirvana. I growl deep which only sets Josie purring. The vibration of it slips up my cock. I can’t win.

Josie begins a slow crescendo of work on my cock until she’s got most of it in her mouth and down her throat. She hums and purrs the entire time. Her grip slides and turns, working me so that every part of my cock receives attention.

She’s fucking good at this.

“Josie,” I warn breathlessly as my balls pull up and my cock throbs.

Josie bobs along with little more than a quick nod as acknowledgement I’ve spoken.

I grip her hair with one hand. “I’m going to cum.”

She nods again and grabs my hips to hold me in her mouth. Her eyes are locked on mine.

Fuck that’s hot.

And that’s it. I can’t hold back anymore. My climax surges forth, my seed spilling down her throat. I groan a mighty roar and grip her hair tight. Fucking fuck . My hips arch up the steps and thrust into her mouth. Josie takes it all. Every inch. Every drop. Every rope.

When ecstasy ends enough to see clearly, I draw myself out of her mouth and pull her up to kiss me. Long. Slow. As passionate as every act that’s just occurred.

I want her to know she’s safe. That she’s ours.

I need her to know.

I need her .

Josie smiles warmly when we pull away, and we stay like that for a while. Just basking in each other’s presence. In this pack we’re building. This… love?

We watch the sun set together, but a sunset is the opposite of what’s happening in my heart.

My heart has finally awoken. And it’s Josie who has it.