“Okay. It’s your turn. Last round.”
“Oops, sorry.” I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and stepped up to the throwing line with my darts in my hand. I threw my darts, shrugging when Myke laughed at the placement. “Looks like I came in last.”
“Are you sure there isn’t a spot after last?” Myke ribbed me, grinning widely. “That was pretty impressive.”
I laughed with him, dropped my darts into the cup on the table and settled onto the bench seat. “Yeah, well, I’ll bow out of the next game so you can show us how it’s done.”
I was musing over whether or not to order another beer when Shelly walked over.
“You’re done playing?”
I shrugged. “For a while, anyway. I’m thinking maybe what I need is another beer and a plate of nachos. You in?”
Instead of answering me, Shelly climbed up onto my lap, straddling me and bringing our lips a breath apart.
I laughed softly and closed the distance, kissing him lightly. “That’s a pretty strong vote in favor of nachos,” I teased him.
Shelly laughed with me and looped his arms around my neck. “Not for nachos,” he disputed. “Just for you.”
I quirked a brow and Shelly brought our lips together, deepening the kiss until I had to pull back to catch my breath. “Baby, I hate to say this but I think we’re in danger of being tossed out if we go any further.”
Shelly snickered but slid off my lap to sit beside me, his hand resting on my thigh. “We wouldn’t want that,” he said lightly, squeezing my thigh, “but I do want to be sure you know that I am one hundred percent okay with everyone knowing we’re together. That I love you.”
My heart squeezed and I wrapped my arm around his shoulder to pull him closer so I could speak into his ear. “Or we could skip nachos and have leftovers at home.”
“Oh, no, Scooby. You were the one who wanted to come and hang out, remember? I tried to convince you we should stay in but nooo…”
“I hate to interrupt, but if you’re playing it’s your turn, Mitch.”
“Huh?” Shelly pulled his gaze away from mine to find Myke watching with an amused smirk. “Oh, yeah.” He squeezed my thigh again and stood. “I guess I better get back. You sure you don’t want to play?”
I shook my head and nodded to the waitress who was making her way over. “Nope. I’m gonna order those nachos and then stare at your cute little ass while you play.” I leered playfully at him. “It’ll give me a chance to think of all the things I want to do to you tonight.”
“Brat. As soon as we walk through the door, I’m gonna rock your world.” My Omega leaned over for one more kiss before turning away and calling over his shoulder, “Besides, you talk like we don’t already have a list.”
Settling back against the bench, I watched as Shelly chatted in between throws, nibbling on the nachos and enjoying my beer. As glad as I was that we’d managed to get out of our own way and tell each other how we felt, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, but I just couldn’t put my finger on what it was. In my mind, the beast chuffed his agreement. Whatever it was, we were going to have to find a way to keep our Omega happy.
And safe,the beast echoed in my mind.
I nodded my agreement. We would do anything necessary to keep Shelly happy and safe.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Mitchel
I woke up wrapped in Dane's arms and tucked against his hard body -always one of my favorite places to be- but I was having a little trouble remembering how I’d gotten there.
I remembered telling Dane I was going to rock his world while he waited for his nachos to be delivered to the table. I remembered trading in my Shandy for a stout ale somewhere around the fifth dart game rotation when Dane had smiled indulgently and promised to get me home safe. And I vaguely remembered stumbling over my own feet and him scooping me up to carry me from the Uber into our condo. Even more vaguely I remembered deciding to close my eyes while I waited for him to lock the front door and turn off the living room light.
And that was all she wrote. I’d passed out on Dane and based on the fact that I was still in my underwear, he’d undressed me and tucked me into bed instead of waking me up to provide the promised world rocking.
I groaned. I really wasn’t killing the boyfriend thing.
“You okay, baby?” Dane’s voice was gruff and thick with sleep. “Need some asprin?”
I snuggled closer to his warmth. “No, thanks. I feel fine. Well, except for passing out on you last night.”
Dane chuckled and kissed my head. “No worries. We stayed pretty late and I was wiped when we got back.” He rubbed his cheek over my shoulder. “Honestly, if we’d had gotten frisky there’s a pretty good chance I would have fallen asleep on you.”
