“Did he hurt you?” Will asks, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
“No.” Nova grins proudly. “I held my own.”
“Yeah.” I can’t help but grin. “Got him right in the face with a confetti cannon.”
“Don’t forget the silly string,” Nova adds. “Got the fucker right in the eyes. Bet it burned.”
“We need to get you a gun,” Will says. “Where was your knife?”
Nova chews on her lower lip. “I left it in the truck."
“If you want to be going out on your own, you need to be protected,” I growl. “If I had it my way, I’d have you on a fucking leash.”
“I’m not a dog.” Nova gives me a blank look.
“But you are a bitch.” I cock a brow.
Her face scrunches adorably as her nostrils flare.
She puts the cat on Ian's lap and gets to her feet. My cock swells at the anger on her face. “Listen here, fucker,” she warns, reaching into her pocket, pulling out her switch blade. “I didn’t forget it this time.”
Petunia scurries off my lap and away to... somewhere. I lean back in the chair, widening my legs as a deep rumbling chuckle leaves me. Fuck, she’s so damn sexy like this.
“Careful, little Omega,” I purr. “Don’t be wielding things you don’t know how to use.”
“I can show you that I do, in fact, know how to use it,” she retorts, straddling my lap. I groan as her hot cunt settles over my aching cock. My hands grip her hips roughly as she rolls them, grinding herself down onto me. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she yanks my head back and places the blade against my neck.
I suck in a breath at the tiny pinprick of pain.The little shit fucking cut me.“Want me to slit your throat?”
“Do it,” I growl, rolling her harder.
Her eyes flutter, a whimper leaving her chest.
“Go on, little Omega. Fucking cut me.”
She glares down at me, and I laugh. She shoves off me and scrambles to her feet. “I hate you.”
I just grin at her, adjusting myself in my jeans.
“Okay, if we’re done with the foreplay, can we continue?” Will asks.
Nova takes her seat and it takes everything in me not to pull her back over. We haven’t had sex since that night in the hotel room and I’m going out of my fucking mind.
It’s like as soon as she got here, poof, she stopped being the horny little Omega she was before. She even went on suppressants. I don’t like it, but I understand why she did it.
Now that the MC is getting a lot better, she doesn’t need to be on them. We can afford to take a week off for her heat.
“Now, what did Detective Davis ask you?” Will asks.
“How we met.”
My spine stiffens and the whole room goes quiet.
“Oh, please,” Nova scoffs. “You think I’m stupid enough to tell him the truth? God,” she shakes her head.
“Whatdidyou tell him?” Ian asks.
“I made up a story. Something we should have thought of beforehand, by the way,” she chastises, narrowing her eyes at the three of us. Huh. Didn’t think we’d need a back story. It’s not anyone’s business how we fucking met. Guess I didn’t expect the cops to come sniffing around. They usually know better. Not that I agree with it, but my father has had both the Savannah and Atlanta police departments in his pocket for years. By default, we were left alone. They didn’t need to know that our father couldn’t have cared less about what happened to us. Although, maybe he didn’t want us in jail because that would mean not having easy access to us for him to control and use, if needed.
