Cormac and Patrick growl, but fuck them. They’ve been in here with Charlotte for at least an hour, maybe closer to two.
I cross the room with no game plan outside of spending some time with Charlotte. Apparently Cormac and Patrick are better at sharing than I am, but I’m surprised to see Pat is still in his jeans.
Hefinallypulls his face from her pussy, twisting to appraise me. The fucker has the audacity to lick his lips.
“Move,” I growl, barely holding myself back from kicking him out of the way. He doesn’t heed my advice fast enough, so I step around him, shove the pills into my back pocket, and scoop up my omega.
“He’s always been shit at sharing,” Patrick says with a laugh. “I thought it would get better with age, but apparently, that’s not the case.”
He should watch his mouth.
I might still kick him.
Charlotte smiles, wrapping her hand around the back of my neck as I cradle her to my chest like a bride. I really don’t wantto detour to the nightstand to grab the bottle of water, but I do it anyway.
I’m sure she’ll want to take her pills as soon as possible.
I grab the water and rest it on Charlotte’s stomach, still trying to fight the fog that’s slipping in. Hell, I don’t even know where I’m headed as I stride to the door and out into the hallway.
“Malachy,” Charlotte hisses. “I’m naked.”
Like I could miss that fact.
Not fucking likely, when all I can smell is her cunt.
“Yeah, I know. I’m not going to let anyone see you,” I growl, beelining toward my bedroom.
I set Charlotte down on the counter in my bathroom, wishing I had cleaned up more thoroughly when I showered earlier.
I hand her the pills and the bottle of water before stripping out of my shirt and belt. By the sounds of it, she rips into the bag to access her medication.
“Is Lucky okay?”
“He’s playing with all the toys I put together. He’s having a grand time.” I kick out of my boots, peel myself out of my socks, stomp over to the shower, climb inside, and get it running.
The legs of my jeans end up in the spray of the water, which I would have thought about if my brain was functioning like it should.
All I can think about is rinsing Charlotte off so she won’t smell like my brothers, and I won’t have to bury them in shallow graves on the back of the property.
If I did that, we could never have a family dog. The risk would be too great that the mutt would dig up their sorry asses.
Climbing out of the shower, I work on getting myself out of my jeans. Tossing them in the same pile with my socks, I check on the omega.
She plants her hands on the counter and pushes herself down until her feet touch the floor. “Are we taking a shower?”
I nod, swallowing thickly.
She’s a fucking dream.
So much flawless skin on display.
Omegas are curvy by nature, and Charlotte is no exception. Her face and top half are slightly slimmer, while her stomach, hips, and thighs are softer and fuller.
The material of my underwear isn’t doing shit to hide my half-hard cock, and it’s only getting longer and thicker the more I study her.
Her hair falls around her breasts as she meets my gaze, and my dick jumps. “Are you going to marry that woman, because if you are?—”
“Fuck no,” I growl. Erasing the distance between us, I pull her to me with my hand on her ass. “Absolutely fucking not.”
