“Like I said, I know she has no control over it. But maybe she could manifest when we’re playing the Jets or the Bruins or something.”
“Don’t listen to him. He’s one to talk,” she says, giving her Omega a look.
Alexi pulls up to Bram’s house.
“Do you need an escort? I’m always happy to take an opportunity to piss Nilsen off,” Alexi says.
“No. This is fine. Thank you again for coming to get me.”
Piper grabs my hand and squeezes. “We’re friends. Whenever you need us, we’ll be here.”
“Thanks, Piper,” I say before getting out of the car.
Before I even have the door shut, Bram is standing outside of his front door with his arms crossed, waiting for me. Alexi and Owen both wave at him, and he gives a nod of respect as I approach.
“Is everything okay? Is he okay? Did they call the police? This is all my fault. I should have been paying better attention. I should’ve?—”
“He’s fine. None of this is your fault. He’s lying down in my bed. There were no cops, and there won’t be,” he promises.
He pets my hair in a ridiculously soothing way.
“How do you know?”
“Because the dick was on probation. No one else in the diner saw, and we cleared everyone out. If anything, Ethan is just worried you hate him now.”
“How could I hate him? He was protecting me. I mean, albeit a little over the top, but it still came from a protective place.”
“You helped him?” I ask, and Bram shrugs his shoulders. “He was a mess, Bram. You fixed all of this.”
“He’s future pack,” he says easily, and I grab on to Bram’s shirt, looking up into his brown eyes.
My sweet, gentle, maybe sometimes grumpy giant.
“You like him?”
“Yes. I like the Beta. Now go make sure he’s okay,” he says, acting like he isn’t an outstanding human being.
I tug on his shirt, and he leans down to kiss me. His earthy scent surrounds me and reminds me of everything we did earlier today.
“You’re a good man, Bram Nilsen. I chose right,” I tell him against his lips before pulling away, leaving him dumbfounded as I head up the stairs to check on Ethan.
I’m not sure what I expected, but him snuggled up on the left-hand side of the bed wasn’t it. The lights are still on, and I proceed with caution.
“Ethan?” I whisper.
“I’m up,” he says, not turning around.
I take off my dress and bra. My panties were lost and not returned after my and Bram’s sexy moment earlier. Instead, I rifle through his drawers. I grab a T-shirt and a pair of boxers that are all too big before crawling into bed.
Once I do, Ethan turns around.
“I’m sorry, Sloane. I promise that won’t happen again. I’m not a violent person.”
“I know you’re not,” I say, brushing some hair out of his face. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. You were protecting me.”
“When I saw his hands on you, I lost it.”
“Is there a reason why?”
