Rafe laughs. “I wanna hear all about how you guys got yourself an Omega.”
“Let’s go for a ride,” Nick suggests. “I don’t wanna be here any longer than I have to.”
Rafe nods. Before we get on our bikes, Rafe introduces us to the guys he drove in with. Marshall and Bo, two prospects.
We head out for a drive, stopping at a nearby diner. We fill Rafe in on how we met Nova, and he fills us in on all the horrors that the MC has become.
The only reason why he hasn’t left yet is because he knocked up Bandit’s daughter, and she refuses to leave. He stayed so he could be a part of his son’s life.
Thankfully, his kid wasn’t one of the kids who were walking around in the filth. His son is just a baby, and Emily, Bandit’s daughter, is a pretty good mom.
It turns out, the two of them aren't together. They were just two best friends who got drunk and had sex.
Interesting arrangement, but who am I to judge?
Once we’re done, we say our goodbyes to Rafe and promise to see him again soon.
“Let’s go home,” Nick says.
Home. After everything that happened in the last month, home sounds like a nice place to be.
Because she’s there. My Omega. “Yeah, let’s go home.”
Chapter 8
Nova
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When I wake up the next morning, it’s to the smell of something amazing being cooked. Throwing the blankets off me, I stalk out of the room and down the stairs, dressed only in Ian’s t-shirt and a pair of panties that he dressed me in last night.
It’s not until I’m at the end of the stairs that the sound of music hits my ears. A sleepy smile slips over my lips as I laugh softly.
Peaking around the corner, my smile grows wider at the sight before me.Still Into Youby Paramore plays through a Bluetooth speaker on the kitchen island. Ian dances around as he cooks, his back to me. As I creep into the room, my eyes grow wide when I see the firm globes of his bare ass.Is Ian naked?
I cock my head to the side as I stare. He has a really nice ass.
It flexes as he moves about.
Blinking out of my lust haze, I lean against the kitchen island with an amused smile as the song comes to a stop. “Paramore fan? I’m impressed.”
Ian spins around, spatula in one hand, raised in the air. When he sees it’s me, his face slips into a grin. “Little Doe, you’re up! Just in time. Pancakes are ready.”
“What are you wearing?” I laugh as I read the words on his blue frilly apron.
“Like it?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
It reads. ‘My Omega’s slick is sweeter than baked goods.’
I bite my lip, smiling. “I love it. When did you have time to get that?” My brows furrow. “You didn’t already have that, did you?”
“No,” he snorts, spinning back around to take the pan off the stove. My eyes land on his ass again, and my teeth tingle to sink into his peachy flesh. “I ordered it last night while you were sleeping.”
“And it came this morning?” I ask. “Damn, that's fast delivery.”
“It is when you pay extra for it,” Ian says. “Wanna help?” he asks, spinning back around to face me. I don’t answer him, getting another good look at him. He looks hot. His tattooed arms are on display, the skulls and snakes coiled around them. I can’t see his chest, but when my eyes drop down, I snort out a laugh at the way the apron is tented.
“Happy to see me?” I ask him.
