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“Out of what?”
“That club. That asshole of a boss she has. She can work for us.”
“What do you mean? As a dancer?”
“Yeah, doofus, as a dancer.” He rolls his eyes. “What did you think? We thought you wanted this, too. No matter if you didn’t want her in the pack, we thought you might like saving her.”
“Why?”
“Because, asshole, you keep worrying about her! You and your big fucking heart of gold. You were heartbroken thinking she’d be passed around the club’s customers at the Alpha Cat.”
“You were going to save her for my sake?”
Breathing is becoming real fucking hard. If they don’t stop, I’ll be weeping like a Madeleine soon.
“And our peace of mind. Not to forget Sawyer’s, who was having kittens worrying about her. But let’s come back to you.”
“To me?”
“Yeah,” Roman says, stepping closer, “you. You’re stressed, too.”
He doesn’t know half of it. And who’s fault is that? Mine, all mine. Mea culpa. Hiding stuff from them, when they were apparently concerned that I didn’t want to add anyone to the pack. And I didn’t.
Not until now.
Roman says, “Let’s do something about that tension…”
I know that knowing, dark gleam in Roman’s eye, and Archer’s low chuckle sends heat through my entire body.
Roman stalks around me, and I huff, letting him get his fill. I’m wearing my usual work suit—a sleeveless black top, showing off my ink, and leather pants. I’m wearing the bracelets they both gave me—silver from Roman, and black leather with a silver bead from Archer. I know I look good, and I work for it. I hit the gym regularly, go for runs in the park.
For a long time, I thought that was what mattered, that I could snare these two guys I want with my body, my physique. Through lust. Make sure they oversee my shortcomings, even if it won’t last forever.
But today they said things that have touched my goddamn heart, things I needed to hear, and my body feels… secondary. Present, but less important than before.
My muscles feel looser than they have in ages. My head clearer.
But then Archer snags a finger in my pants and drags me against him, cutting my breath off, letting me feel how hard he is through his fancy pants, while Roman presses himself to my back, an answering hardness in his, and yeah…
Way to put my body back into first place, tighten all that has loosened up during our conversation.
Archer is gazing at me, gazing at my mouth like he wants to feast on it, and I lift a brow as if to say, What are you waiting for?
He actually goes for the throat, though, quite literally.
It does something to me, to have him clamp down on my scent gland, teeth pressing into the thin skin there, jolts of pleasure running through me. My cock, half-hard until now, fills out suddenly, focusing the pleasure and the ache between my legs.
Meanwhile, Roman has decided to follow Archer’s example and is nibbling at the back of my neck, right at the edge of the other gland, his hard cock pressed to my ass making me see stars.
I have never bottomed in my life, and I’m not sure I ever will, but it feels so damn good. This is quickly becoming heated, Archer sliding one hand down to my crotch, Roman slipping his hands around me to undo my pants.
This certainly won’t be the first time we have sex in Archer’s office. I hope someone remembers to lock the door this time—though having Sawyer observe us was heady, I’ll admit.
I wish he were here, I realize. I wish Brinlee were here, too.
Did I really say out loud I wanted nobody else in this pack?
Well, I didn’t, not until now. I thought nobody I met could ever change my mind, but now…
