Chica.” She winks, throwing me a kiss and blows it my way dramatically, clicking her fingers, and her tongue on the roof of her mouth in unison, to make an approval noise.
“Thanks, I guess.” I respond with a half laugh, have nervous cough, not sure if that’s the appropriate thing to say, but she laughs airily.
“I like you, gurl. You’re funny, without trying to be. You’re like this little na?ve awkward kid, but with a heart of a vixen, waiting to come into her own. Don’t ever change that.” She eyes me over once more, nodding to herself with obvious pride at what she’s created, and it warms me to my stomach. It’s weird to have someone genuinely look at me with a hint of pride and acceptance like this. I mean, Colton doesn’t count when he did it earlier, he has to feel that way about me as it’s ordained by the fates to be so.
“I’ll try not to.” I smooth my hands down the soft fabric smothering my legs and do one final check from my own viewpoint. Literally, all I can see is boobs.
“You sure I look okay and not too obvious?” doubt is already swarming me, denting the little bit of confidence she’s been building up in the last half hour and Meadow shakes her head, loosening those beach curls she has going on at the ends as she puts in some oversized gold hoops in her own ears.
“Please… I know what I’m doing, and I ain’t no fool when it comes to teasing men. We went for sexy casual, just work it, trust me on this. One eyeful of that bootylicious and Colton gonna be dry humping your ass into next week like a wolf in heat.” She extends a hand, that mischievous glint on those pale blue sultry eyes, straightening her own fitted white blouse down over those mega breasts of hers with her free hand, and I hop forward to catch her fingers in mine. Eager to go before I lose all my nerve and wipe this off.
We’ve only been up here for around twenty-five minutes maximum, but it feels like hours have passed and I’m so much more relaxed with her even, if I’m not relaxed with how I’m kitted out. I guess having her right in my face with various implements she could have gouged my eyes out with, built trust. I can’t explain and can only go by memory of what being part of a pack was to compare, but this feels a lot like Meadow is bringing me to her as her pack sister, initiating a bond. It makes me choke up a little, suddenly so grateful that she’s Colton’s second and has her own kind of bond with him which has pushed her to invest in me. It’s nice to have another person who likes me, for whatever reason.
“Let’s go find your man and make Carmen’s face implode.” Meadow sounds like she’s a little too invested in doing that, her accent a tad heavier when she’s smirking, her lips curling like the cat that got the cream. That smug tone, and I can’t deny, she’s lifted my mood completely in terms of that ‘Skanky Puta’ which I now know means ‘dirty slut’. Eloquent. I guess having someone on your side who’s not ordained by the fates to be so, makes a difference. It’s no longer just me and Colton.
Meadow leads the way, and with a combination of moving fast, and giggling at nothing in particular as we play, push, and shove each other around corners and doors, downstairs, back to where we started, we seem to get there in record time. I barely took in my surroundings at all this time. Who knew a Santo Beta wolf could be so fun to hang out with?
The door to the study is shut but I know before following her in that Colton isn’t here yet. I can’t feel him anywhere near this room, nor any fresh scent, and swallow down hard as I step in, right behind her, almost hidden in her shadow.
The rest of them are in various states of lounging, uninterested by our return and definitely did not miss our presence. Someone is playing music in the corner on a cell phone, or a small device, I can’t see, and it seems they have all had a couple, or a few, drinks in our absence. The smell of booze wafting our way and tinting the air with that chemical whiff.
I can’t miss Carmen sitting alone at the desk, sulk face fully initiated. She’s flicking through a large book, something heavy with aging pages and glances up hatefully as I make eye contact. She doesn’t say anything and goes back to what she’s reading and pretending we didn’t just walk in.
“I have to admit, she scrubs up well and I guess, I can see why Cole couldn’t keep his hands off her….” One of the twin’s remark as Meadow gets out of my way, exposing me fully to the room. There’s a cough, as Carmen reminds them of her presence, how much she doesn’t like that comment and Demi shuts up. Romi pushes his brother in the shoulder playfully, shaking his head at him and eyes me up too. I can tell by the way he flickers over me, nodding with a smile, that he agrees.
“Okay, so like this, maybe I can see the potential. I mean…. Ouch” He makes a motion with his hands as though he touched something hot and then dramatically blows his fingers and makes a sizzling noise with his mouth. Despite the earlier hostility with these two, I smile slightly, giggling involuntarily, screwing up my nose in shyness at being scrutinized as my heats with a blush.
“See,
Chica, they like. My boys, they know sexy when they see it. I think it’s a massive improvement to wearing Cole’s cast offs.” Meadow walks around me, her own final appraisal as though she didn’t spend minutes upstairs admiring her handy work and then sashays away again, grinning to herself. She’s congratulating herself on her awesome skills.
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