Without thinking, I started stripping out of my clothes, leaving them in a wet pile on the kitchen floor. I made a mental note to pick them up before Doc found them later and made my way to the living room for the family meeting.
“Oi!” I heard Bat call, but I ignored him as I strolled into the living room and was greeted with a distinctly feminine gasp. I froze, remembering the events of yesterday at the exact wrong time.
Cornflower blue eyes met mine before they traveled down my body and the prettiest fucking blush that I’d ever seen filled Juneau’s cheeks. Her hands flapped in front of her as if she was torn between staring at my body and wanting to cover her face with her hands.
“Hey, Nudacris go put some fucking clothes on!” Rex barked as Doc put a hand over the omega’s eyes, shooting me a dirty look as I looked down at myverynaked body.
“I forgot,” I repeated my earlier words, standing for another beat before I cursed under my breath and whirled away, hoping my dick wasn’t flopping everywhere as I climbed the stairs.
Normally, it didn’t matter if I walked around naked. The guys had seen every bit of me at some point or another, so it was second nature for me to shuck off my wet clothes so I didn’t get yelled at for dripping everywhere.
As I hurried to pull on a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I thought about Juneau’s little gasp again. Had I been imagining it? Or had I seen a look of heated interest in her eyes before Doc covered them with his hands?
Ever since she fell into our laps last night her scent had filled our house like a ghost. She smelled like the most delicious lemon pound cake. All sugar and citrus. I’d smelled it on Podcast’s hands and face when I crawled into his nest last night and I’d also found it clinging to Doc and Rex when they’d eventually joined us.
Bat never got too close to anyone in the house, preferring to watch from the shadows, but I was pretty sure he was just as interested in her sugary citrus scent as I was.
I clomped back down the stairs where everyone had gathered on the huge sectional. The BBs were now arranged protectively around Juneau and Taz was plaiting her hair.
She looks like Rapunzel.My brain conjured the image of the long haired Disney princess and I was filled with the sudden urge to reach out and touch one of her golden curls to see how soft it was.
Instead of doing that, I flopped down onto the couch next to Podcast and ignored Doc and Rex’s disapproving looks. They would need to get over themselves eventually, I hadn’t flashed the omega onpurpose. Though, I don’t think she would have minded all that much if I had.
“All right, now that everyone is here we can really discuss what we couldn’t last night since it was so late.” Doc clapped his hands together, bringing the family meeting to order. “So, Juneau will be with us for three months until the Summer Equinox.”
“Solstice,” Bat corrected from where he was leaning against the far wall of the living room. Judy Garland was nowhere to be seen, so he had probably been forced to put her back in the coop before Doc let him into the house. “It’s the Summer Solstice.”
“Does it really matter?” Doc’s voice was tired as he spoke.
“It does. An equinox is when the sun is closest to the Earth’s equator so days and nights are even, while a solstice means that it’s the farthest away from the equator making the days longer or shorter,” Bat said, sounding more like a fucking encyclopedia than a former torturer for a motorcycle gang.
“And what does that have to do with magical wizards summoning omegas from the past?” Rex growled, narrowing his icy eyes at Bat who just shrugged, unperturbed by Rex’s aggressiveness.
“I’m just giving you all the information I got from my mom on the phone last night, but if you don’t want to listen to the expert, be my guest.”
Rex turned to Doc, pointing at the tattooed alpha. “See? This is what happens when we let spooky shit into the house. Of all people,Batbecomes our expert.”
Doc shot him a quelling look. “Let’s maybe not call our guest ‘spooky shit,’ especially when she’s sitting literally two feet away,” he said, nodding at Juneau who looked irritated by Rex’s words.
“I’m not spooky,” she said mulishly, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked like a normal modern day woman, dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of oversized sweatpants. Though the pants had to be rolled several times so she could walk. It was hard to imagine she was the same glittering omega that had popped out of thin air just twenty-four hours ago.
“Are too,” Rex shot back petulantly, sounding like he was six years old rather than twenty nine.
“Amnot,” Juneau replied stubbornly, her blue eyes flashing with anger.
“Okay,enough, you two are both adults, not little kids. So act like it,” Doc said, cutting into their back-and-forth before it could devolve into them sticking their tongues out at each other.
Rex leaned back in his seat with a huff. He continued to mutter under his breath about magical omegas falling through mirrors, but he didn’t argue anymore.
Doc ignored him and returned his attention to Juneau, offering her a friendly smile. “Do you have any questions for us, since y’know you’re going to be staying with us for three months?”
Juneau glanced at the beta women surrounding her and Wren gave her an encouraging nod.
“So, you are all motorcyclists—” Juneau began slowly.
“Bikers,” Doc corrected gently.
Juneau nodded, her pink bow lips forming the word ‘biker’ like she was committing it to memory. “You are allbikers,but is that all? I can’t imagine making any money riding motorcycles…”
