Something hard presses against my backside, and I whimper.
If they stay any longer, we’re going to do something I’m not ready for.
Rowan must see it on my face, because his grin falls and he nods softly. “You’re worth the wait, baby. No matter how long it takes.”
Ryland steps back and his hands release me.
My body aches at the loss of contact.
“I…I have to get ready for work,” I stammer. “I should…you should go.”
My inner Omega rages at me, furious that I cockblocked us.
“Wait,” Ryland says. I turn to face him. “If we made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry. If we took it a step too far?—”
“That’s not the problem,” I tell him. “I promise.”
He cocks his head, his brown eyes curious.
“I liked it too much. I likethistoo much.” I motion between us, then move away from the brothers to lean against the back of the couch.
But Ryland gives me an easy smile at my admission. “Nothing wrong with that.”
Rowan looks pleased. “I’m honored, baby.”
My arousal is still potent, but Rowan’s ridiculousness makes me burst out laughing.
“You should be honored,” I mutter. “Now get out.” I point to the door, my lip quirking playfully. “You two are just distractions.”
Handsome, delicious smelling distractions that I’m sure I would jump if they stayed in this apartment any longer.
But a tiny thought lingers in my mind.
It’s not guilt that stopped me this time.
I just realized I want my first kiss to be with Travis.
I want to kiss Travis.
I want to kiss all of them, and maybe that’s okay.
“Well,” Rowan says, then pulls off his sweatshirt, causing my jaw to drop. “I’m just going to leave this here, then. In case you get cold.”
He tosses his clothing on the back of my couch, giving me a mischievous grin.
I know exactly what he’s doing.
He’s offering me his sweatshirt for the inevitable nest I’m going to make.
Ryland looks at his brother, exasperated. “Really?”
Rowan shrugs. “What’s one more sweatshirt? It’s a courtesy. The weather is going to get colder.”
“You’re not smooth at all,” I tell him, but can’t stop the warmth that spreads across my face.
Ryland shrugs out of his grey jacket and tosses it on top of Rowan’s, and I become privy to a sibling rivalry over my nesting materials.
“Okay, both of you, out,” I demand, but they don’t look the least bit bothered as they head to the front door. Instead, they look pleased with themselves.
