Blizzards and Brews (Holiday Hollow Omegaverse)

Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

Lindsay

B y the time we got home my heart was light and my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

Getting to spend some one-on-one time with Dustin, letting go and having fun, was exactly what I needed.

We tumbled through the front door of the pack house and the first thing I noticed was that it was way too quiet. There was music on, but none of the telltale voices of the guys.

I looked at Dustin questioningly and he shrugged.

Walking further into the house my eyes widened at the scene before me, shock filling me. An answering wave of love flowed down my bond from Adam and I slowly walked over to the coffee table that was filled and picked up the note that had our names.

We hope you two had an amazing Holloway, but it’s not over yet. We’ll be working on some last minute things for the festival. Enjoy the rest of your night and remember that the happiest endings sometimes have the sweetest beginnings.

Love,

Adam, Ollie, and Spencer

My eyes roamed over the living room. They’d strung clear lights from the ceiling, and they’d moved one of the posters from Dustin’s room.

The coffee table had a big bowl of popcorn and the glass marble drinks we used to get in high school. It was then that I noticed what song was playing on repeat, my breath catching.

“They recreated the night…” Dustin said, wiping his hand down his face.

I knew the brothers were close and that Dustin had told him that we had taken that step together in high school, but I hadn’t realized he’d given them that much detail about the night we’d both chosen one another for our first times.

“Someone is a sharer,” I said teasingly.

A blush tinted Dustin’s cheeks as he worried his lip ring for a moment. “Can you blame me? We’d all wanted you forever and you chose me. I had that night permanently playing in my mind for years every time I closed my eyes.”

“It’s sweet,” I said, letting him off the hook and stepping into his arms. “Although, you know what time it is. Are you ready to get your ass beat?”

A chuckle escaped him. “Bring it on, babe.”

We collapsed back into the couch, turning to face each other. Each of us rested our backs against the arms of the couch our legs draped over each other as Dustin grabbed the bowl of popcorn and picked up a piece.

He threw it in my direction and I caught it victoriously.

“Okay, first question. What does AFI stand for?”

He scoffed. “A Fire Inside. Really, Linds? You can do better than that.”

I grabbed the popcorn bowl and took a piece tossing it at him. He of course caught it like he usually did and he chewed it with satisfaction. Music trivia was our jam.

“What quote appeared on the album sleeve of My Chemical Romance’s Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge ?” he asked.

“Merci pour le venin,” I said with a wink. “You know I used to write that on my arm during my scene days.”

“For Hollow’s sake, your bangs. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out how you got them to stay to the side like that.”

“A lot of product,” I said, shuddering. “Thankfully, it was just that one year and I realized that my hair didn’t necessarily have to mirror the music we liked.”

We continued to go back and forth, playing the game we used to play. Shooting popcorn, and trading questions until my abs hurt from laughing and catching the pieces and the bowl was empty.

“Okay, okay, you win,” he relented, setting the bowl to the side and then pulling me on top of him.

“I sure as hell did,” I said with a grin.

My hands found his rucked up brown hair, sinking into them. I groaned as our lips met, the feel of his metal against my lip doing things to me I didn’t understand. He hadn’t had the piercing in high school and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like in other areas.

Dustin hardened underneath me and I spread my legs to straddle him, rubbing myself against his length.

“My, my, you’re just as assertive as you were in high school,” he said, smiling against my lips.

“What can I say? I know what I want.”

His hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me to him again, his movements confident and sure. It was like the last decade had been a blink of an eye.

We were older and had changed, but underneath it all, we were still the same people who had fallen in love all those years ago.

“This may be a recreation of that night, which was an amazing moment, but some things have changed,” he said as his voice deepened a few octaves. His blue eyes were sparkling with amusement but full of fiery heat that threatened to consume me.

“Oh, is that so?” I teased but his eyes darkened at the challenge.

My stomach gave a flip and a swirl of nerves went through me. For a moment, I started to freak out, afraid I might mess this up. It had been too long.

But then I took a breath and breathed in Dustin’s scent of caramel and vanilla and it all fell away.

Dustin was always mine and I couldn’t screw this up.

He loved me, had always wanted me, and had patiently waited for me to be ready for him.

Dustin was my constant, the rock in my life who was there whenever I needed. He wasn’t just that for me, but for his brothers too.

His fingers danced over my hips and each slight touch had my skin buzzing with electricity. Warmth started from those touch points and slowly moved over my skin in waves until I felt it everywhere.

When my eyes fluttered closed he pulled me down with a hand on my neck, pressing his lips to mine. His scent infiltrated my senses as his tongue tangled with mine, his free hand digging into my hips in a promise that this was going to surpass anything we had in the past.

When we separated to take a breath he reached for the remote and switched songs. It took a second before the first notes truly hit me and I let out a startled gasp. “Nothing Like You and I” by The Perishers floated overhead filling me with so much nostalgia.

It was the song playing the first time we were together. I shook my head but honestly, I loved the extra touch.

God, I loved him.

However, he was right, things had changed.

Dustin’s breath hitched as I snagged his hands, pressing them to his sides as I shifted off of his lap and onto my knees before him. A soft groan escaped him as if he didn’t even know he was making it, his eyes never leaving me.

I bit my lip, something I knew drove him crazy, as I started to unbutton his jeans. He barely breathed as I pulled his pants and boxers down so his cock was standing proudly in front of me.

For Hollow’s sake he was perfect. How had I let myself pull away?

Looking at him under my lashes I leaned forward and licked him from root to tip. The sounds he made were low and gravelly, sending a wave of need through me.

I wrapped my lips around him in response, hungry for him now. His hands didn’t leave his sides as I swallowed him down. I could see his fingers twitching, as if he could barely restrain himself from touching me, and I had to fight off my laughter.

Dustin and I were always like this, a constant push and pull, equals, teasing each other as much as we built each other up.

He’d take the power right back soon, but for now, I was going to take full advantage.

As the music filled the room, I bobbed my head over him, my hips shifting as the beat filled us. I was melting for this man, soft whimpers escaping each time he hit the back of my throat.

It might be sore later but I didn’t regret it, even as a few tears slid down my cheeks.

My gaze flickered to Dustin and my movements stalled. His eyes were bright and dazed, the dopey smile on his face made it seem like I was precious and perfect.

To him, I was.

It was humbling and terrifying, that kind of power, but I knew in that moment that I’d do everything in my power to make him happy.

All of them.

It was freeing not to hold back or hide my feelings. I admitted my secrets to him, told him I was lonely, but that pain was only now starting to ebb away. It had burrowed so deep in my soul that I thought I’d never shake it.

Yet one afternoon with this gorgeous beta and I smiled more than I had in years.

“Enough,” he growled, gently but firmly pulling me off of him. My eyes narrowed and he smirked, easily picking me up and positioning me for him.

I was facing the back of the couch, resting on my knees, and he was standing. He let out a low hum of approval as he started to peel my clothes away, piece by piece.

“Don’t move, Lindsay. I said some things have changed, but I know this body. Let’s see if my old tricks work the same.”

I swallowed hard.

Did he mean…?

My answer came a few moments later when he slid between my parted legs, forcing me to sit on his face. He was reclining on the floor, his head on the couch cushion as he lifted me up enough so he could fit, then shoved me on his face with no hesitation.

Holy shit. I thought I’d dreamed this. It was the dirtiest thing I’d ever done and I didn’t expect it for our first time, but he never was one to hold back or let me second guess.

This time was the same.

He grabbed my hips and positioned me how he wanted as he feasted on my pussy. I was tense and hesitant at first, afraid of hurting him.

I was older now, and had more pounds on these hips than before.

“Stop that,” he growled, lifting me enough so he could speak. “I’m going to do the thing with my tongue, you’re going to suffocate me in sweet bliss, and then I’m going to fuck you. No thinking.”

Then he made sure I couldn’t.

He speared his tongue into my core as his nose rubbed against my clit. His lip ring was cold metal against my heated flesh, heightening the sensation.

My entire body shuddered as I rocked my hips, his hands exaggerating the movements so I was shuddering in seconds, the orgasm slamming through me far too fast and far too intense.

I didn’t moan in pleasure, I screamed. My entire body shook as it rocked through me, leaving me breathless and vision blurring as I came on his face.

Dustin lapped at my sensitive pussy until I couldn’t take it anymore and lifted away. He gave me one last swipe of his tongue, a reminder that he was choosing to let me escape.

His smile was far too smug but I was far too gone to care. He’d definitely earned that.

“Good to know I’ve still got it,” he teased. “I would never forget every fucking moan I drew from you.”

“So, what are you going to do now?” I demanded as I let my legs fall open. He froze, staring down at me. His tongue slowly teased over his lips before he grabbed me again, falling onto the couch and forcing me to straddle his lap.

I could have waited, taken my time and let him work me up, but I was done being patient. I’d denied myself his touch for far too long to hesitate.

Lifting my hips, I sank down over his length, both of our moans filling the air. There was no waiting for my body to adjust or give us a moment to soak in the feel of each other’s bodies connecting.

We were too desperate.

There was nothing but the sound of our harsh breaths, slapping skin, and the sound system playing our song on repeat.

My entire body melted for this beta. The certainty I felt then was tenfold now. Every ounce of love and appreciation I felt for him flooded me until my eyes were burning with tears.

That fell away as he lifted me and slammed me down on his hips, his muscles flexing with each movement.

Neither of us were going to last long at this point. My eyes rolled back as my orgasm built. Each time he slammed me back down on his cock he shifted me so my clit would grind against him.

The only thing I could think about was him and I wanted his mark on me permanently, designations be damned.

“Bite?” I asked.

I swear to the gods he swelled inside of me at my question. Turning my head to the side without another word and sinking his teeth into me, hot pleasure slicing into me.

The moment my body clenched around him, my orgasm broke free. He didn’t hesitate to follow, our rasping cries of pleasure filling the room.

Dustin led my mouth to his neck and I wordlessly fulfilled his request, leaving him with my bite mark just to the right of his Adam’s apple.

I collapsed against him as we came down from the high, the steady thump of his heart reassuring me that this was only the first of many nights together. We’d reclaimed what we had and I would never have to let him go.

I would never let any of them go . Because they were all mine.