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That slight grin grows, cracking my heart in half. Goddamn. She’s so pretty. Sweet and smart and almost mysterious, with so many depths hidden behind those glittering green eyes.
An omega who can charm Spencer out of his shell.
Calm Avery’s cyclones of cynical rage.
And connect with this level of me I didn’t even know existed.
She does it effortlessly, waving a casual hand and gracing me with that grin. “Come in.”
I’m in my pre-game suit, but fuck it. My jacket and shoes end up in a pile next to the door, and I lumber to my knees, carefully finding her in the middle of the rounded mattress.
She gives a nod of approval when I manage not to knock anything down. Then, a wince. “Sorry,” she peeps, looking around. “I guess I need to make our free space bigger, huh?”
I’d never criticize her nest-building. Sure, there are three more big guys who will need to fit in here with us, but if my hairy ass has to sit naked on Avery’s lap so she can have her pillows the way she wants them, so be it.
“Your Omega will know what to do,” I assure her, running my hands over the fuzzy blanket under us. “She’s done a great job so far.”
Serena sits up, preening a bit. Which pretty much makes my game later a waste of time—I’ve already won today.
I lean back carefully on my palms, looking up at all the lights and leaves over us. It’s perfect. I couldn’t imagine anything better.
A deep sigh rolls out of me when I realize I really don’t want to leave.
Serena’s instincts are closer to the surface than usual—because the next thing I know, she’s climbed into my lap. Her bare legs stretch to straddle my thick thighs, and she sinks down, melding her scorching heat with the hardness already pressing into my pants.
When she wraps her arms around my torso, a gentle vibration sinks into my chest. I hold my breath, listening…
…to her purr.
It rattles softly but hits me like a ton of bricks. My stomach flattens. My heart pounds. The lump in my throat expands along with my knot.
My omega built me a nest. And now she’s purring.
For me.
Which makes me wonder why I ever thought anything else would make me happy.
chapter
forty-four
Listen, bitch, I tell my Omega. We don’t have time for this shit.
As per usual, I don’t get any words back. Just the general sense that someone is narrowing their eyes at me in exasperation.
Which is rich, coming from the one who can’t pick a damn shirt.
Half of my new wardrobe isn’t here yet, but each of the guys went through what I have and took it upon themselves to provide an option for our first public appearance.
Jonah left me one of his jerseys, which I figure I could tie into a knotted crop top and throw on with some shorts. That seems too casual; the same way the collared black dress and headband Spencer laid out seems way too formal.
Avery just left out underwear.
They’re blood-red lace and made to cover scent/absorb slick, but still.
That menace.
Biting back a smile I’d never admit to, I wiggle into the panties and a black denim mini-skirt before throwing on Jonah’s enormous jersey. Once I tie it at my waist, it actually looks sort of cute.
