“Don’t start getting all sentimental. I love you; you love me. I’m doing this and I won’t be talked out of it. Get Simona working on what to do with the information I get you. Hell, maybe you’re right and we should go tonight and finish it once and for all. Tristan could call in a few favours, and everyone who’s anyone would know.”
I put my hand over her mouth to stop her. “Heidi, why don’t you come live with me for a while? You need to take a break from your life. I’ll look after you.”
“No offence, Raney, I saw all your nest selections,” she retorts, but I can see her hurting too.
“You helped me pick half of them!” I scowl at her, letting her hide behind our gentle teasing.
“I felt sorry for you, okay?”
I kiss the top of her head, and she sinks into it. But also knowing how much she hates feeling so vulnerable, I step away before she asks.
I re-join Sim and Tristan, and we cuddle while we wait for the other part of us to pull herself together and come back to us. We’d wait years if we had to.
ChapterThirty-Eight
RANEY
“Iknow you said you couldn’t see me today, but I don’t remember if your tradition meant I couldn’t see you,” I whisper against the shell of his ear. My hands cover his eyes, so on a technicality, I’m not breaking his traditions.
He growls at me.
“Keep your eyes closed, Koz, I just need a quick touch up of my soon to be alpha before we pretend this never happened.”
Digging my hands into his suit pants, the silk lined pocket adds to the sensual glide as I scratch my hands up his thighs. I completely touch my man up. Do I care I’m doing it as I stand at the entrance to Birdie with my girls behind me? Not at fucking all.
Dropping my forehead against his back, I stroke his dick and inhale his cherry-chocolate scent, holding it deep in my lungs. This thing with Heidi has me rattled. And what happened with Hayes has my soul sad, but it won’t stop me. I also wasn’t lying about wanting to get to the good part. The thick underwear I’m wearing are already soaked in anticipation. No one ever said being an omega was straightforward; our bodies tend to do things not in line with our emotions.
Puck’s eyes are on me and have been since the second I pushed the doors open. He’s watching me like a hawk. And I love it.
“You should see how much of our money I spent,” I say, and Koz does the sweetest thing ever by squatting down so I can keep feeling him up while also talking intimately into his ear.
“Hope you didn’t waste money on underwear, micina, because the second you are mine is the last time you’ll be wearing any for a very long time. At least until I fill your womb and make your stomach swell.”
I mewl like a kitten against his skin before shaking my head to clear out his promise to refocus on what I was doing. “I need an address to finish off my purchases.” I bite hard under his ear, earning another wicked growl.
He laughs, shaking his head. “Not going to happen. I’ll send Lew in to finalise the details. Get your hands out of my pants now, Raney, before I lose my mind and ruin your virtue.”
“You ruined that a long time ago, Mr. Siderno.”
“And you fucking screamed for more. Are you ready to go yet?”
Puck interrupts. “Raney, you got to feel me up too. It’s only fair.” And then he makes a sharp pirouette before backing up in my direction, stopping with his ass in my face before he grins expectantly.
He’s right it’s only fair, but since my hands are wrapped tight around Koz, I lean over and nip his butt. A little harder than I expected. Instead of any sharp bitch about pain, those sky-blue eyes of his fill with instant heat.
“He likes,” Koz groans as he cups my hand over his suit pants and rolls his hips slightly, “so do I.”
“And I want to get packed, so we can do this in a less conspicuous place. But first you two are going to explain why you’re getting all guard-ish. Instead of using our trained security team. You’re both acting like the last line of defence. I much prefer your face to Lew’s but he’d be deeply offended if you thought he wasn’t competent enough to protect me.”
“Good to know you prefer my face,” Koz growls again, a completely different growl.
And sadly, I unwrap my fingers from around his length, and the both of us stand up. But I stay behind, wrapping my arms around him out of respect for his wishes.
“Reid called,” Puck says, giving me the news I was expecting.
“Well, we knew that was a given, didn’t we?”
“True. He said he wanted me to ‘return’ you to him. Before he went cliché and said something along the lines of ‘don’t make me kill you’.”
