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Her hand comes to her pussy, and I can feel her press the underwear, likely trying to get the most friction from the vibrator to set it just right, and then we come together. Her ass squeezes my dick so hard it's a fucking vice grip, and I shake while she milks every drop of come out of me.
We shudder and collapse, the truck's windows fully fogged, the cab hot and sweaty. I turn off the vibrator then tear the underwear off her so she can rest. I grab a few napkins out of the dash and clean her up.
Imogen giggles, cuddling into my side while we finish the movie after getting dressed.
We grab more takeout for the guys on the way home. The night was perfect.
Chapter 30
Imogen
My mother finally noticed all my things were gone, and I came up with a somewhat convincing lie that I'd gotten rid of most of my things so Stevens could buy me a new wardrobe when I moved in. She praised me for the idea, agreeing my new pack should outfit me, befitting a mayor's wife.
Tomorrow is the party, and while I've tried not to think about it, falling into blissful days with Dante, it's always there in my mind, reminding me of what's to come, not letting me fully enjoy my new life.
But tomorrow, one way or another, it’s finally over, and I’ll be done with Stevens. Everything important to me is gone from my bedroom; my nest is all that remains.
I’ve not used it much over the years, never for a heat. My mother chose the pillows, the color scheme, and all the bedding. Just like everything else in my life, she dictated and designed it. I give it one last long look.
I don't know when my nest at Dante’s will be ready, but I’m certain it will be the finest nest I've ever had.
Red took me to a small nesting store downtown, and we picked out a few things, but I hated spending their money, so I smiled serenely and assured him I didn’t need more than a few pillows. I need to learn to live with less, anyway.
Knowing the house is empty, not having seen or spoken to my fathers in weeks—not since Bowen treated me like just another submissive omega unworthy of his time and patience—I wheel my luggage downstairs and out the door.
My heels clicking over the tile in the grand foyer feel ominous. Even Gerald, the cook, and most of the staff are long gone for the night. Mother told me she was preparing for my engagement party today at the Stevens estate.
I don’t even know where my fathers are. And I don’t care.
It’s not bittersweet, leaving for the last time, though the change feels strange. The moment I start driving toward South Loop, I feel a weight lifting from my shoulders.
I’m relieved to see all their vehicles when I pull into the garage beneath the warehouse and into the parking spot the guys organized just for me, beside my cherry red scooter.
Cass meets me halfway up the stairs and takes my bag. Kissing the top of my head, he hugs me close. Even in heels, he towers over me. The tallest of his brothers, less lanky than Iggy, but still thin, Cass hides his ripped figure beneath baggy t-shirts, making his hugs even more comforting and protective.
I kiss him back and greet Iggy and Red in the kitchen. Iggy’s only an inch or so taller than me when I’m in my heels, but I still love to wear them. My wardrobe has morphed into some amalgam of my previous OFA-style clothes and ones I feel more comfortable wearing when we hang out in South Loop.
High heels, skinny jeans and a t-shirt—a nice one, or something I stole from one of my mates, depending on my mood—and, always, red lipstick.
Cass stands in the kitchen, grinning wide, still holding my luggage. There's a tense silence in the room. Frowning, I glance around and notice all my things are missing. Previously stacked high along the wall, my belongings no longer take up space in the living room.
I open my mouth to ask where everything is when Iggy grumbles and grabs my hand, tugging me toward the stairs. Red slips behind me and lifts, carrying me bridal style up the stairs with Cass at our back, and I squeal in surprise.
"Guys… what’s going on?"
As Iggy pauses outside the door to the nest, my breath catches, and my heart races. The last time I was in there, the room had a bad-smelling carpet, a half window with broken blinds, and a whirring fan that clicked as it spun all the dust around.
Red sets me down, then we follow Iggy inside.
I stare, mouth agape, trying to take it all in. Tears well, and I try to form words, but I’m at a loss.
Cass threads his fingers through mine, pulling me toward the far end. "We put a half wall in front of the bathroom to break up the space since it was such a large room."
"Thanks to Iggy," Red tacks on.
Cass nods. "Thanks to Iggy giving up a lot of space."
I turn to Iggy to chastise him, but he cuts me off, literally, with his hand across my mouth. Staring those dark eyes into mine, he says, "This space is yours, Imogen. All I want is for you to have everything you’ve ever wanted. That’s what makes me happy. Okay?"
