“Everything okay?” West pops his head in. “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop…”
“But I wasn’t exactly quiet?” I venture, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, it’s all good. Rory’s sister will be here with the suppressants tomorrow.”
“Rory’s sister?” West takes a seat next to me. “Please don’t tell me they’re equally unhinged.”
I laugh, resting my head on his shoulder. “No, Rory got all the crazy—you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Did you know that he thinks that as a doctor, I have to tell the truth no matter what?”
A giggle finds its way out of me. “You mean he thinks you’re some kind of fae?”
“Fuck, I missed that sound.” Hayden stands in the doorway. “Giggle again for me, Fireball. Pretty please?”
“I gotta have somethin’ to giggle about first, Darlin’.” I arch a brow, and Hayden gets a devious look on his face before launching himself at the bed, taking me down with him. I shriek, but then he’s featheringmy face in kisses. “Save me, Doctor!” There’s no holding back the giddiness now.
“I don’t know, Siren, I’m pretty partial to the sound as well.” West’s voice in my ear has a shiver running up my spine.
“That’s enough excitement for one night, don’t you think,Doctor?” I look around Hayden’s shoulder to see Sam, giving us a disapproving look.
Hayden groans and rolls to the side, making me scowl at Sam, who is standing in the doorway with Kole smirking behind him. “Sorry,Dad. I didn’t know it was past our bedtime.”
Shooting to a sitting position, Hayden grins. “Yeah,Dad.”
“Fucking hell.” Sam sighs, wiping a hand over his face. “I don’t know which nickname I hate more. Stud Muffin or Dad.”
That actually makes me laugh until I snort, and then everyone is getting changed into their pajamas, the mood effectively lost.
That’s okay though, because as I eye the cute tanktop-short pajama set that Maeve packed for me, I figure that Sam is bound to break sooner or later, and once he does, the rest will fall like dominos.
twenty-six
Sam
I’m woken up by something soft but firm pressing against my raging erection. My hips flex instinctively, and it’s only when I realize that I’m behind the omega, her ass nestled into my crotch, that I become completely aware of what’s happening.
When we went to sleep, Jo was between Hayden and Kole, but now those two are nowhere to be seen, and my hands are splayed on her stomach under the tiny little tank top she wore to bed. West is in front of her, his eyes closed as he sleeps soundly, completely unaware of the trap the Russian and the pyro left for us.
She shifts once more in her sleep, and I find myself pressing against her ass again, my eyes fluttering closed. Her supple body has my heartpounding so hard I’m surprised Jo can’t feel it. Her apple-cinnamon arousal swirls in the air, and I have to wonder just what she’s dreaming about.
Carefully, I lift my foot over Jo’s legs and kick West. He jolts awake, then relaxes when he sees it’s just me. We have one of those silent eye conversations where he looks from Jo to me in confusion, before looking around the room for the other two.
Obviously we both want her, and she wants us. That was the case even before I scented her full-on apple pie signature, but given the situation we’re currently in, there hasn’t been a natural opportunity for our relationship to progress…likethat.
I look pointedly down at Jo right as she shifts again.Fuck.
My cock pulses once, and it takes everything in me to keep my hips still. It had been torture last night, watching her get changed into this tiny emerald green PJ set, with shorts that barely cover her ass and straps so thin that one rough pull could snap them.
I thought she was hot when all she had to wear were those horrible jumpsuits. Now, though? Her body against mine, her silhouette a clear temptation that has my fingers lightly brushing the skin of her stomach, I’m barely holding it together.
West smirks at me, obviously enjoying my struggle, and then Jo moves again.
This time, though, it’s more insistent, and seems very intentional. I freeze, my eyes narrowing down at Jo as West’s gaze locks on her face, a smirk tilting at his lips.
He leans in close, his voice a whisper. “You know, you’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are, Siren.”
The little troublemaker sighs, flipping onto her back and looking at both of us. “You know, I fooled you a lot longer than I thought Iwould.” Her face is flushed, and she bites her lip as she looks between West and me.
A growl leaves me as I move on top of her, pinning both hands above her head. “You’re gonna pay for that,” I rumble. She meets my gaze, her green eyes wide, her breathing coming in heavy pants. Her scent spikes, the pheromones making my cock even harder. “You like teasing, Trouble?” Taunting her, I grind myself against her. If she weren’t wearing those sassy little shorts, and if I wasn’t wearing pajama bottoms, my head would run right over her clit.
