I squeeze Zayne's thigh before slipping off his lap and wrapping my arms around Silas's waist. "You're upset, Si. Of course I'm worried."
He sighs, resting his head on my shoulder. "The owner of the Stonybrook Knights is being a dickhead. He's on some power trip and pissed that we lost our last game. He's demanding that everyone show up for an emergency meeting tomorrow."
I frown. "You and Mason have to leave?"
He pulls back and stares down at me before taking a deep breath. "No."
"No?"
Mason steps inside from the porch, carrying a platter of hamburger patties. He looks surprised at Silas's answer. "No? We're not going back?"
"Fuck him. Fuck the team." He turns to face Mason, but doesn't let go of me. "We work our asses off for that team, and one loss this season doesn't change that we're the best. If you want to go, I won't stop you, bro, but hockey isn't my first priority anymore."
With a soft growl, Silas leans down, sliding his mouth over mine. I'm in shock for half a second before the kiss lights me on fire. He lifts me onto the table like I weigh nothing and stands between my thighs, deepening the kiss. I'm a puddle of goo as he strokes my tongue with his and nips at my bottom lip.
"All right, let's eat before the food gets cold." Zayne's voice sounds strained, but when I pull away from Silas and look at him, there's hunger in his eyes instead of anger.
Mason nudges Silas out of the way and helps me down from the table. "I'm not going back either. We can give them a call in the morning, but you're right- fuck them. There are more important things."
"I've got both of you covered, no matter what happens," Zayne promises, pulling me back onto his lap.
"I'm so glad you're staying," I tell them honestly, and the smiles I get in return make my insides light up with happiness.
After dinner, I disappear upstairs to write a bit more. I planned on going back downstairs to say goodnight before I went to bed, but when I finally finished, I realized how late it was. I stretch and walk towards my room, more tired than I realized.
I grab some things from my room and push open the bathroom door without a second thought, and find an almost naked Mason brushing his teeth. In just a pair of boxers, he makes eye contact with me through the mirror. After rinsing his mouth out, he turns to face me.
"I'm so sorry, Mason. I should have knocked." Embarrassed, I back away, but he shakes his head at me.
"Don't worry about it, Ness. You tired?"
"My brain is exhausted. I don't normally write so much in one day."
"How are you doing besides that?" His expression is neutral, but it was obvious he was asking how I was handling all of them coming onto me.
"It's weird," I tell him honestly.
"Oh?"
"Not bad, weird. Back in senior year, when all three of you asked me to be your girlfriend, and I couldn't choose, it caused chaos. You got into a fight outside my house and didn't speak to each other again. Now you're pack and closer than ever. Passing me back and forth. I'm not sure what to think."
"We didn't deserve you back then, little one. We were young and dumb and didn't see the bigger picture. Looking back now, it was so obvious you belonged to all three of us. Thank you for not choosing."
"What's changed since then?" I whisper.
"Omega or not, we soon realized we were pack and the only girl we ever wanted was you. We got really good at sharing since then."
Mason pulls me into him, my back to his front, and meets my gaze through the mirror. "You've become even more beautiful somehow. I didn't think it was possible."
I shake my head in denial, unable to take him seriously. "You're blind."
Wrapping his arms around me, he lifts my baggy shirt, exposing everything below my breasts and running his gaze over my figure. "You have the sexiest curves. Zayne is obsessed with your boobs. Silas is just crazy about every part of you. I can't get enough of your sexy little ass."
I watch as a blush spreads across my entire face. I brace myself on the counter with my hands, the motion pressing more of my ass into Mason. I watch him bite his lip, his eyes narrowing.
"You're hell on my self-control." He rests his hands next to mine and kisses my shoulder. "Always have been."
I meet his eyes in the mirror and smirk, "Bullshit."
