Page 15 of Wild Omegas (Wild Skies Ranch Omegaverse #1)

Josie

A sheep baas in my face for the last time.

“Will you please shut it ?” My voice is a squeal, my nerves a wreck.

They’re just sheep, Josie. Feeding the animals is easy.

I came out here to help Brooks with feeding time but all I’ve gotten is bullied by just about every sheep in his damn pasture.

Brooks laughs mightily as I struggle. Bastard. He’s no help at all, not with those mischievous green eyes. “Maybe just feed them quicker next time.”

My mouth falls open. “I am feeding them as quickly as I can!” Just not quick enough, it would seem, for these small tyrants.

Note to self: I dislike sheep.

Another one baas in my face. I stare daggers at it, eyes narrowed, and finish filling the trough before retreating back outside the barn.

Rain drizzles down from a dark gray sky.

The pasture is already filled with puddles and mud from other rainstorms throughout the day.

It’s made getting the food to the barn to begin with a whole process and a half filled with near-miss slippage in said mud.

I back away even farther as the sheep swarm the feeding trough. “Bastards.”

Brooks laughs again. “They’re just sheep.”

I spin fast and go to sarcastically wave my hand, but my bad foot slips in the mud and I teeter sideways. My balance is still screwed from twisting this ankle so I go down fast. And hard. My face slams into the ground and a wash of mud is kicked up along me and the closest sheep.

“Don’t even look at me,” I growl out as I try to get to my knees.

Brooks stops laughing but his face is tight. He’s trying not to laugh while still being worried about me. I should be grateful, but it’s hard when I’m this fucking embarrassed.

Brooks grabs my elbow and helps me up to my feet. “Are you hurt?”

“Just my pride. Again.”

Brooks must take that as evidence enough of me being fine because he quips, “You only need to fall for us once, Josie.”

I playfully smack his chest and get mud all over his shirt. I am covered in it so he may as well suffer too. “Funny.”

“I try.” His grin is wide but there’s still a measure of worry in his eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay? That was your bad ankle.”

I nod and look down at the disaster I’ve become. “Yes, just covered. I think I need to go shower.”

His smile tightens. “Think you’re going to track that all over the house if you do that.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Well, what am I supposed to do? Stand here naked while you hose me down?”

Brooks’s eyes light and he cocks his head to one side. “That’s actually a really good idea.”

I scoff loudly and start making my way back to the main house. “No way.”

He follows closely behind. “No, you’re right. That’s a bad idea. There’s a simpler solution.”

I stop to see what this ‘simpler solution’ might be. Brooks grabs me around the middle and lifts me over one shoulder . “Brooks!” I squeal.

He carries me like I’m a sack of animal feed. “You won’t track anything in the house this way.”

I smack his back. “Put me down! Why do you all like to carry me so much?”

“Because you’re an angel who shouldn’t have to track mud all over the house,” he fires back nonchalantly, as if there is obviously no other way to handle this. As if he’s amused .

I am not amused. I am embarrassed and being manhandled by someone nearly twice my size. And sure, that someone is one of my alphas . But still! I must look ridiculous, and now all the mud on the front of my shirt and jeans is leaving mud all over him .

Brooks carries me across the field and all the way back to the main house.

Luckily, neither of my other alphas are in sight to witness this indignity lest they get similar ideas.

Brooks stops only to kick off his boots outside the front door and pull mine off with his free hand before hauling me all the way down to my bedroom and the en suite bathroom.

He sets me down on the bathroom rug and smiles oh-so-proudly.

He grins. “There you are, angel. No mud tracked into the house.”

I point to the mud all over him now, too. “Except you’re covered.”

Brooks shrugs and then nods to the shower. “Figured we could clean up together?”

“Oh.” Oh. My cheeks heat. Instantly, the thought of water running down Brooks’s muscular body as we kiss under the waterfall shower head makes arousal shoot through me to my core.

Brooks lifts a hand to cup my face. “If that’s okay, of course.”

I nod quickly. “Of course it is. Let’s get in, cowboy.”

Brooks grins and reaches around me to start the warm water. We carefully peel off our clothes and put them in a corner that’s free from the rug. I can clean up the mud after. As the glass shower walls and bathroom mirror start to steam up Brooks grabs my hand and leads me inside.

We rinse off first and don’t even grab soap until the water runs clean along the bottom of the shower.

I lather up and then offer a washcloth and soap to Brooks, too, but he spends more time washing my back than anything on his own body.

Slowly, he washes downward toward the swell of my ass and then to my legs, being sure to let his fingers wander just a little between my legs.

Teasing me. My alphas seem to love doing that.

I turn and wash him just the same. I take my time memorizing every muscular ridge of his chest, the dip of the triangle at his waist. The growing length of his hard cock.

We get through body wash and shampoo before the tension is far too thick in the shower.

Before his campfire smoke scent draws me closer and closer to him.

Brooks pulls me under the waterfall shower head and draws my mouth to his.

It’s instant, like magnets locking, and he walks me back against the shower wall.

I moan as he kisses down my chin and neck to my collarbones and then further.

His lips blaze a trail south to my abdomen and lower, lower, until he kneels and kisses my inner thighs.

“Put your leg over my shoulder,” he orders. I oblige and haul one leg over his wet shoulder, opening myself up for him to devour.

He does, leaving nothing untouched. Tension leaves my body.

I melt under his tongue’s movements. My hips rock against his mouth.

His fingers slide down my hip and enter me three wide.

It’s been two days now since my pack and I made love in Luke’s truck bed.

I’m no longer sore from two knots at once, so this feels like everything my body’s been craving in the meantime.

Slick coats my thighs under Brook’s ministrations. My orgasm rushes toward me, my toes curling at Brooks’s back as he makes me cum. I do and throw my head back against the shower wall. My hips arch into his face which he greedily accepts as he laps up my slick.

When Brooks emerges he lifts me up off the floor and presses my back against the shower wall. His hips support me as he lines his cock up with my entrance.

“Josie?” he asks. Permission.

I hold his face. “Yes. Please, god, yes.”

Brooks slowly pierces me, filling me inch by wide inch until he’s fully seated inside me. We both let out a breathy moan as he sinks inside.

“God, you feel so good,” he whispers. “I want you like this forever.”

“I need you,” I gasp. Because it’s true. Suddenly, it’s all so damn true. I wiggle my hips a little.

Brooks obliges. He pulls out and slams back home, sending my back pressing hard against the tile.

I don’t care. Everything that’s not the feeling of Brooks inside me slips free from my mind.

He finds a steady rhythm that rocks against the most sensitive parts while I whimper and moan and fall apart in his hold.

I claw at his back as pleasure ripples through me.

“Fuck, angel,” Brooks whispers.

I tug at his hair with one hand while the other is still on his back. “Please give me your knot, Brooks. I need it.”

And it is a need . Not the same kind of need like lust. It’s deeper. It’s like my heat is coming early.

I can feel his knot swelling against my entrance.

Brooks nods and works it slowly inside. I’ve had it before but my body needs a moment to readjust to the fullness before Brooks is at it again, teasing us both to orgasm.

Mine threatens to crash into me as Brooks’s cock throbs inside me. I cum as his body tenses.

“No condom,” he says a little too late.

Maybe I should’ve said something sooner. “Pill.”

Relief washes through his eyes. He slams into me one more time and spills his seed. A coarse groan escapes his lips. He still holds me up, pinned against the wall by his hips, but his head lowers with relief between my shoulder and neck as he recovers.

When we’re both breathing normally again and his knot has deflated, he pulls out and sets me back on the ground. The water rinses us off but the steam has grown to immeasurable levels now despite the water starting to run cold.

I brush his cheek with my fingers as he stares down at me with… love in his eyes. That’s definitely love. The warmth there, the care.

Brooks washes my body again to clean off our slick and cum, and then we exit the shower and dry off.

“I’ll make dinner tonight,” Brooks suggests.

My brow creases. “It’s okay, I love cooking.”

He puts a finger under my chin and lifts it up. He smiles. “I know. But you need to be spoiled, too. Rest up. I’ll see you at dinner.”

I can’t stop the grin on my face from spreading from ear to ear. My heart feels like it might burst in all the best ways. “Okay.” And then I raise an eyebrow. “Think you and the others will want dessert though?” I wink at him.

“Oh,” Brooks says as he ducks out the door clad in only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I’m sure of it.”

He leaves me alone and I focus on getting ready for whatever dinner Brooks might want. It takes me until I’ve dried my hair, pulled on clothes, and dived into my bed to “rest” as ordered when I realize it.

The pillows arranged around me in a circle. The new paintings in the room, the new plants.

The comfy blankets. Electric candles and an essential oil diffuser.

I didn’t just make myself at home here in this bedroom. I’ve made a nest.

My heat is definitely coming.