“If you want to see me in gray sweatpants, you just have to ask.”
Her laugh turned into a full cackle that left her wheezing and reaching for her water bottle. The baby laughed too, following her lead. “You know what? I’m going to let you walk with us because you’re fucking hilarious.”
It was a damn good thing I wasn’t actually wearing sweatpants, because the moment I got close enough to catch her sweet peony scent, my cock was trying to bust through my zipper.
Holy fuck.
She smelled as good as she looked.
“Are you going to leave your bike baby out in the open or put it to bed?” She nodded in the direction of my motorcycle propped in the driveway.
The odds of theft were low in our gated community, but not impossible. “One second.”
“I’ll walk slowly,” she promised, adjusting the sunshade on the stroller and setting off again.
I rushed through getting the bike back into the garage and closing it up before sprinting down the sidewalk to reach her.
“You made it.” She beamed up at me when I skidded, slowing next to her.
I couldn’t help but imagine how she would look tucked against me. She was a lot taller than most omegas I had ever seen, but she would still fit perfectly with her head beneath my chin. I wouldn’t have to bend so far to kiss her.
I shouldn’t have been thinking about that either.
Her gaze traced over the tattoos trailing down my arms and peeking above the collar of my T-shirt, every sweep of her eyes like a tangible caress.
“I bet those cost a pretty penny.”
“Not when you know people who have a tattoo gun and a reckless disregard for regulations.”
Her eyes widened. “I always wanted tattoos, but I could never decide what to get.”
“Well, if you ever make a decision, I could do one for you.”
“With your unregulated tattoo gun?” she asked with a smile that was like a slug to the gut, knocking me breathless.
“Nah, only the most regulated for gorgeous mamas.”
“You flirt with everyone you run into on the streets?” She tilted her head, blue eyes piercing straight through me. No doubt she could see right into a man’s soul and find all the ways to humble him.
“Only the most beautiful.” I shrugged, not willing to elaborate more than that. Truthfully, I didn’t interact with most people in the neighborhood. I was friendly as needed, butwillinglytalking to strangers wasn’t high on my to-do list.
She laughed again, whacking me in the shoulder. “Stopthat. I know I’m cute as a fucking button, but some of the ladies down here are next level.”
I shrugged again, tucking my hands into my pockets. “If I believed in levels, you’d be at the top.”
“Okay, Flirty McFlirtpants. So, what do you do when you’re not working on motorcycles and charming neighborhood omegas?”
“Business.” That was the easiest explanation, since my pack and I had our fingers in so many different pies at this point. Hunter had his record label, Parker was into investments and had a medical airline, Avery had his omega housing foundation. I kept the pack organized, fed, and services running smoothly, but we were all over each other’s businesses.
“Is that code for something? Are you secretly in the mob?”
Her question caught me off guard, and I barked out a laugh. “Not anymore,” I said with a wink.
I had never been in the mob, but I had definitely gotten involved with the wrong people growing up.
“Oh my god. Stop being so fucking unreadable.”
I offered what I hoped was an understanding smile. “No can do. I’m both an acquired taste and a new language you’ll have to get acquainted with. Interested in taking a lesson, mama?”
