“Do we have time for me to knot you, or is the babysitter going to be pissed I kept you out all night?”
Oh, yeah. I hadn’t actually dissuaded Logan of the notion that Forest was my kid. Honestly, it was kind of cute he was into me while thinking that. I didn’t know that many single moms, but I had heard plenty of stories of how difficult dating could be and how weird a lot of men reacted. I should probably tell him, but while he was inside me seemed like a poor choice of timing.
“Knot away. No one’s waiting for me at home right now.”
Shit. That was probably a dumb thing to say. What if Logan was a secret serial killer, and I had just given him the idea to keep me in his basement or something?
“More time for me, then,” he purred, clutching me close while his hips hit a smooth and steady rhythm that melted my ability to think with each stroke.
I clung hard, letting myself ride the waves of pleasure. Sucking back lungfuls of his sandalwood scent boosted me up the peak as fast as his hips. Why did he smell so fucking good?
“Fuck,” I gasped and dug my nails into his ass cheeks.
Panting and shivering, Logan fucked me over the edge, riding me into the mattress until he tumbled over alongside me with my name on his lips. His knot had my eyes crossing.
A pounding knock at the door scared the shit out of me.
“Logan!” a voice yelled. “Are you alive in there? Jacques finished brunch, and it’s going to get cold if you don’t hurry up.”
Logan growled. “Fuck off, Avery.”
“Who’s Jacques?” I asked.
“Our chef.”
“You have achef?” A personal chef was pretty high on my list of things to acquire if I ever struck it rich. I didn’t mind cooking, but I certainly didn’t love it and ended up eating convenience foods more often than not.
“Well, that’s not very nice.” The door swung open, and Logan whipped the blankets over us before a strikingly familiar man paused. “Oh, shit, sorry.”
He froze, a shudder rolling through him as recognition dawned on him.
“Car Cutie?” I asked breathlessly. Why the hell was he in Logan’s room? I wasn’t awake enough for this. I tried to wiggle free, but I was well and truly knotted.
“Angel? Holy fucking shit. Isthatwhat you’ve been calling me?”
“Well, I didn’t know your name to call you anything else.”
He laughed brightly. “I’ll take it. I thought I imagined your scent when I came home, but apparently not. What are you doing here? ”
I gestured to Logan stretched out on top of me.
Avery’s gaze darted between the two of us. “When?How? Weren’t you at the club last night, scoping out background dancer potentials? Youfound herand didn’ttell me?”
Logan groaned and planted his forehead against mine. “Avery, in what fucking universe would I know the beautiful blonde omega you’ve been obsessed with would bethisone? There are a million beautiful blondes in LA. Fuck, sorry, that sounds worse than I meant. My brain is running on zero cylinders right now.”
I shivered as Logan shifted, rolling over, sitting up and securing the blanket over my shoulders. Where was I supposedto look? Beautiful men were everywhere, but only one of them wasinme, and it seemed almost rude to carry on a conversation with someone else. “You guys are in a pack?”
“Yep,” Avery replied, quickly parking his ass next to us. His ocean air scent crashed over me in a cloud, sending goose bumps racing down my arms and making Logan grunt when my pussy squeezed him.
It probably should’ve felt weirder than it did for Avery to butt in while Logan was knot-deep, but my unruly brain had been fantasizing about my recent lovers all together and was busy filling my head with all manner of salacious imagery. Logan might be possessive, but packs were usually pretty good at sharing.
“Would it freak you out if I kissed you right now?” Avery asked. His pupils were blown wide and he looked about ready to pounce on me.
I got partway through shaking my head before his mouth was on mine. He devoured me like he was about to go off to war, and I relaxed into it, soaking up his craving like it was my own. I hadn’t even brushed my teeth yet, but he didn’t seem to care about that.
Logan’s hands slid from where they were securing the blanket and down to my waist, the fabric gliding down to expose more of me to Avery. Logan joined in, teasing the tender skin on my throat he had already probably left a dozen love bites on.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” Avery confessed.
