Romance Omega Style [Resistant Omegas 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (13 page)

“Stationed at Guantanamo for a bit, our hot Marine?” Jaxon chuckled.

“We can’t say,” Carter answered as he and everyone else started trickling in. “Coffee?” Wesley pointed to the huge pots that were done. “Awesome. We seriously can’t say but we can tell you that we know the area of the Caribbean and Virgin Islands, just never this far out east instead of more south.”

“Cool. So do the Marines want to handle that part?” Wesley asked, still taking notes.

“No, I want to take Brody with. He’s never been out of the country before. We’ll hook it up and make all kinds of friends and I’ll check what contacts I still have here,” Lief answered. “Anyone else who wants to come is more than welcome to. But I think it will take more than one trip.”

“Yeah, I’ll head out the trip tomorrow,” Slate said as he moved closer to Sampson.

“Get away from me,” the Omega growled and pushed the man. “You threatened to dump a bucket of water on my bed if I didn’t wake up.”

“It was a blanket threat, Sampson, not meant just for you.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not going to see my bed now, buster,” he grumbled. “Tell me there’s some juice around here.”

“I’ll get you some, you poor thing,” Gareth cooed before sticking his tongue out at Slate.

“Thank you,” Sampson whispered as his face heated up. “That would be nice. I know most people need coffee to wake up, but I’m like a bouncy squirrel if I get caffeine. I just like citrus to perk me up.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Gareth leaned down and snuck a kiss from Sampson, who turned even brighter until the tips of his ears were even red. Then he shot Wesley a look.

“I saw nothing, I know nothing,” Wesley mumbled. “You’ve already been activated and what happens on the island, stays on the island. And I don’t ever want to hear about it unless you plan on staying at which time our role of guardians to unclaimed Omegas is over.”

“Except we’re in charge of them so we’ll be in deep fucking shit,” Carson said quietly. “They can’t run unless we do or at least whoever they were staying with.”

“You really think if one of us runs the others won’t have to?” Tristan chuckled. “Like the Council would
ever
believe we didn’t know where the other was going.”

“We can figure that part out later,” I said gently. “Let’s just get some information today like Wesley said. So Brody’s circle is going to get fuel and check out the islands. What else is there to do?”

“You’re the resident Mr. Fix it,” Wesley answered as he handed me a list. “This is what the previous owner left us as wrong with the place. We need to know how bad this stuff is and what we need to do to fix it.”

“I can check it out and get a list of parts I need for when they go to the bigger islands. Maybe they can pick up what I need,” I mumbled as I looked over the list. “I don’t know furnaces though so I’m of no use there.”

“Taggart does,” Dewey said as he flipped a pancake. “And they went hunting as wolves and killed a boar. They said we have a ton on the island.”

“Real boar hunting in wolf form?” Calver asked, his eyes going wide as he practically drooled. “I’m so calling the next hunting party.”

“Me too,” Gareth and Slate said together and then gave each other an evil look.

“Okay, so your inner circle’s on fixing. Brody’s group can leave me his research and my circle and Carson’s can start the search for the previous owner’s son. Who’s doing what else?” Wesley asked as he kept writing.

“I worked as a surveyor before becoming a Beta,” Galvin offered. I can map out the island if we have equipment.”

“We’ll get some in Puerto Rico,” Lief offered.

“Actually there’s a shitload of stuff out in the garage and storage,” Taggart said as he, Azyle, and Percy came inside, naked and looking like they washed in the ocean. I must have looked too long with my tired brain because I heard threw low warning growls as I was surrounded.

“We have our task so let’s take breakfast to go and get to it,” Hugo bitched. I bit back a smile as I nodded.

“Check out what you can downstairs and take inventory. We need to know what we have as you’re fixing things and start stocking up,” Tristan said. I grabbed the notebook and pen Wesley handed me as Hugo escorted me out of the kitchen.

“Food? I’m hungry,” I whimpered playfully, teasing him.

“I told Blair and Falcon to load up some plates,” he answered me as he kept us moving down the hallway, his hand on my lower back. “It seemed safer since you have wandering eyes this morning.”

“Right, because you weren’t looking too. They’re hot,” I chuckled. I saw the death look Hugo gave me. “Besides, I wasn’t really focused like drooling. I was thinking about when you guys would go swimming naked after running in wolf form and then jump me when you got back in the house.”

“Oh, so you weren’t wanting
them
to jump you?” he drawled, raising an eyebrow at me. I knew I should have been angry he doubted me but with everything going on and all the fighting, everyone was on edge. Instead, I dropped to my knees and pulled Hugo’s running shorts down with me. “I didn’t bring you out here for this.”

“I’m just showing you what I feel after seeing them naked and wet like I’ve seen my men,” I purred before swallowing down his cock. Hugo let out a tortured groan and ran his fingers through my hair.

“That’s it, baby. Make it up to your man that you were checking out other guys,” he taunted with a growl. “Suck my cock so good I forget I was mad.” I moaned at the taste of him and he breathed in harshly between his teeth. “Don’t tease me, Lennox, or I’m going to spank you.”

I chuckled. That wasn’t a punishment and it turned Hugo on more than it did me even. I deep throated him until my nose was buried in his short hairs. I wonder if he’d start waxing for me so we didn’t have to worry about sand getting in them. The sand here was very fine, whereas on our beach back home it was mostly rocks with some coarse sand that wasn’t fun to play in.

I could see playing in the sand here a lot.

“Baby, do that thing,” he begged. I couldn’t help but smile. Hugo always got what he wanted because he was the best at asking for it. I cupped his balls with my right hand as I palmed his ass cheek with my left hand and raked my thumbnail over his hole. Hugo started to scream out but bit his lip to keep quiet for most of it as he shot down my throat. I moaned at the salty taste. Like a margarita without the alcohol… Always delicious.

“Are we next because we weren’t happy with the way you were ogling them either?” Falcon asked with a snort.

I pulled off Hugo’s spent cock slowly, teasing them. Then I stood and snagged a piece of bacon. “Depends if you brought coffee.” I smiled when Blair handed me a cup. “I was telling Hugo that it wasn’t about them being naked though I do enjoy a nice physique, but that I remember three men I loved doing the same thing recently after taking a swim and then jumping me.”

“We’re going to jump you now,” Falcon growled and grabbed my ass.

“No, we’re going to wait and look over what we have to so we don’t delay their trip to get fuel,” I said gently. “But after that you can interrupt our doing inventory and bang me any way you want for as long as you want.”

“Mean, babe,” Blair groaned as I sauntered away, leaving them all standing there, Hugo with his pants still down.

“Mean is not giving it to you if you don’t get your butts in gear and help me,” I threatened with a big smile they couldn’t see. Sure enough I heard them walking quickly after me. I bet they would have run except they didn’t want to spill coffee. “I wonder where the tools are for this place? There’s got to be a workshop around here somewhere, right?”

“Taggart said there’s storage outside,” Hugo offered.

“Yeah, but I figure that’s not where they’d keep the nice tools because of the weather on this island and all the salt,” I mumbled as I studied the map Wesley gave me. “Okay, well, let’s see if I can figure out this furnace in the boiler room, otherwise it’s up to Taggart, and maybe we can find tools along the way.”

They agreed and we ate as we walked which was a little difficult with eggs and pancakes so I mainly ate bacon and pastries… Such a hard life I lived. We found the stairs going down, which surprised me because they got hurricanes probably around here and flooding so why was there a basement? I got my answer as we reached the bottom of the stairs. The place’s foundation was so thick, so well-constructed, that it made most bomb shelters look weak. Nothing was getting through here.

“This has got to be several feet thick of the best stuff,” I mumbled as I thumped the wall. Then Falcon found the light switch and I saw something on the floor. Walking over to it, I bent down to pick it up. Odd. It was a top-of-the-line screwdriver that had to be part of a set. “And it’s just lying on the ground?”

“Or it’s the ghost,” Blair chuckled. I gave him a weird look. “When we were getting food together, Tristan warned us about
Casper
or whoever’s ghost is around. They said he’s been helpful.”

“Like leaving you a trail of tools, babe,” Falcon snickered. I looked to where he was pointing and sure enough there was a fucking trail of tools down the hall. We followed them, picking them up as we went. We looked into the rooms by where they stopped and I smiled.

“Jackpot. Wow. This is like my dream workroom,” I giggled with glee as we went inside. The room was huge, complete with massive tool storage set up, work benches, saws, and all the trimmings I could ever have wanted. Hell, it put the tool displays at hardware stores to shame. “I’m in heaven. If it all works you’ll never get me to leave here.”

“Goofball,” Hugo teased me. I gave him a wink and quickly picked out a bunch of tools I would need to fix a few of the things on the list and at least check out what else I needed to.

“Thank you, Mr. Ghost,” I said as we stepped back out of the workroom. “I’m taking this as your blessing to use your tools and take over the room as my own. I take very good care of my belongings and I’ll be good to your stuff always.”

“Glad you got that settled,” Falcon drawled, turning his wrist in the “move it along” sign.

“What’s the rush?” I asked innocently.

“The faster we get this done so they have a list for their trip to the main island, the quicker we can have sex!” he exclaimed as he threw his hands in the air.

“Oh, I forgot about that,” I giggled. I was glad Blair was carrying the tools because when the three of them started growling, I took off for the first job to be done. I laughed like an idiot as I went because the best part was when they caught me. They always made it interesting.

* * * *

Tristan

Since Jared and Cameron knew everything there was to know about engines, we ended up with garage duty. Azyle was good too, I guess, and was rebuilding a classic car that my men whistled at when he said what it was. It didn’t mean anything to me. Cars were for driving and could be cool or pretty at times. Or pretty cool too I guess. But that was about it for me. Rebuilding an engine or restoring a car was about as boring to me as watching paint dry.

“Okay, I got the furnace fixed so we can have heat if we ever need it,” Taggart joked as he joined us. “But actually, it can be used as a kiln or metal work without heating up the house. The design is impressive and custom built. I can use it for my work.”

“That’s great, Tag,” Dewey said with a bright smile before focusing back on me. “Okay, run me through this again? We’re going to start a wind storm and blow all the dirt and dust out the door. How?”

“Wesley showed me how and while I can’t do it like he can I can do a little bit. Just hold on to me like you’re scanning me and I’ll show you while channeling your power so we can do more.” I sighed when he just looked at me funny. “I know but there’s not an instruction manual as to how this works. I’m just winging it and hopefully you can catch on.”

“Alright,” he chuckled as he grabbed my arm. “Use me to clean the garage.”

“I’m glad there are a few roads because I would miss driving too much. Think we can have some of our cars shipped here? I mean, those are worth a lot of money,” Jared asked and I blocked him out. Then I focused on the room and basically shot energy out from me to make wind. The door flew open and I focused on the wind from me going out the door so it took the dirt and dust with it.

“Wow,” Percy whispered so I knew we had to be doing something. When I got the hang of it I opened my eyes to see dust from
everywhere
racing out the door as if it was following the pied piper.

“Nice,” Dewey cooed. “I get it. Let’s clean the room and then I’ll try it again on my own later.”

I nodded, not wanting to talk and break my concentration. Then we moved along the room, always careful to face the door so the energy coming from us didn’t blow the dirt the wrong way. Five minutes later it was done and I was exhausted and crackling with energy all at once.

“You okay?” Rhyce asked me as he set down his note pad and pen. He’d gotten the job of inventory out here since he didn’t know what anything was, like me, he could write down what everyone else said.

“Fine,” I answered, licking my lips. I didn’t know what it was but something about tapping into this much power always left me with a side effect… I got so fucking hard and horny. “Just sit down and rest for a bit, Dewey. I’m going to walk off the aftereffects with Rhyce.”