The normal rule following Lennon had died somewhere in Missouri after the bus tires had popped and in her place a contrarian had been born. The moment my mother had told them that they needed to be professional had made me want them even more… probably yet another thing I needed to unpack in therapy later on.
I’d even started to have dreams about them that would make a stripper blush and that made me wake up feeling unsatisfied and itchy with a pillow between my legs. Never in my life had I had such vivid sex dreams aboutanyonereal and now it was almost a daily occurrence.
Even this morning…
“Lennon,” Zeke warned with a half-growl that snapped me out of it.
“Fine, fine,” I groaned, waving him off as I put my foot on the gas pedal and pressed down…
Much harder than I needed to.
The SUV shot forward and I screamed as I held the wheel straight.
“Brake!” Zeke shouted as we zipped from one end of the parking lot to the other. “Brake, baby, brake!”
My brain, finally computing what he was saying, lifted my foot and slammed on the other pedal making the SUV skid to a hard stop.
We sat in silence for a minute, my heart thudding in my throat as I listened to Zeke let out a wheezing huff.
“I told you I’d be bad at this,” I whined, moving to turn off the car.
Zeke stopped me, his hand over mine. “You aren’t, trust me. My sister ran into a fire hydrant her first time in the car with my dad.”
“I almost just ran us off the top of a parking garage,” I pointed out.
“I would have gotten us out of the car before then,” Zeke said, grinning at me despite still looking a little bit pale. “Mission impossible style.”
As the adrenaline coursing through my veins started to calm down, my brain began to catch up with what he’d been saying as we drove headlong toward the end of the parking lot.
“Did you just call me baby?”
Zeke frowned.
“What?”
“When I was driving and you were telling me to brake, you called me baby,” I pointed out.
The tops of Zeke’s cheeks flushed red as his eyes avoided mine. “No I didn’t.”
“You definitely did.”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about, Lennon.”
I could not believe this alpha was trying to gaslight me right now!
These guys had faced gunfire and who knows what else protecting diplomats abroad and here they were afraid to tell a girl that they liked her and were attracted to her.
And they were attracted to me.
I may have been one of the most sheltered women in America, but even I could tell when a man liked me. I didn’t even need to be an omega to their alpha to tell.
I just needed to turn at the right time in order to catch them checking out my ass and it was obvious.
They were all bad at pretending otherwise, though Maverick had quickly gotten better at it over the past two weeks.
Narrowing my eyes at the alpha next to me, I was done waiting for them to make the first move and I was done being perfect little Lennon. That had gotten me nowhere fast.
Zeke’s earlier words about asking forgiveness rather than permission rang through my head as my gaze drifted from Zeke’s pink cheeks and down to his lips.
