And then he’s gone again, standing in place, waiting for me to peel myself up off the floor. I go to climb to my feet, but Tynan’s done playing games. He’s behind me, one hand on my lower back, pressing me down, the other between my shoulder blades, pinning me. With the gentlest touch, he rocks forward, rubbing his erection over my arse cheek.
“And three. I win.” He bends over me, and every part of me lights up. His mouth is near my ear. “I’ll always fucking win, too, firecracker.”
Another small nudge of his cock, and he’s gone. This time, he’s gone, gone. He’s vaulted over the ropes of the ring sauntering off with a dangerous swagger.
I stay arse up, face down until my skin cools, but I’m so thrown and turned on by Tynan, it isn’t funny. I only manage to sit back up straight before he’s walking out the change room inhis jeans and hoodie. My legs are wobbly, for so many goddamn reasons, as I pass him on my way to change, and I just pull on my work clothes over the top of my gym gear to save time.
He’s standing at the front door, texting when I get to him. Swinging the door open, I half expect an SUV full of surly Alphas and an Omega, but the parking area is empty, except for his bike.
Like before, we don’t talk much as we race out of the city. The buildings change the further from the city we go, but at the same time, it’s not like we ride for an hour or anything. Fifteen minutes later, he turns down an alleyway before pulling to a stop at a terrace home.
When he talks through his helmet, I realize a little too late that we’ve been Bluetooth connected the whole time. Although, even if he’d said something, I doubt we would have talked.
“The house has got the same security set up as the apartment. You’re already in the system. Keegan came and stocked the fridge and put the heater on, and Raff dropped off plenty of supplies for you.”
He stops talking and doesn’t turn around when he passes my bag over. The moment I’m not on the bike, he takes off, leaving me standing with the helmet still on my head and a sudden urge to cry.
“You drive me crazy, firecracker. Get your cute butt inside and get some rest. We’re coming for breakfast at eight.”
Chapter Thirty-One
TALLY
Itake off the helmet, the rush of the cold night air helping cut through the conflict. And that conflict is definitely a me issue. Tynan and the others are merely doing what I asked. I feel like a bitch because of it, but that’s not on them, either—or perhaps it is because they’ve been nothing but sweet. They just show it in a slightly obsessive manner.
I start talking to myself on the way to the front door. “I always felt safe.” And continue once I’ve used the hand scanner and my code to unlock the door. “Even when they drugged…”
My rambling stops for a few seconds when I kick off my shoes and leave the helmet on the bench in the mudroom. Any further discussion I’m having with myself comes to a screeching halt when I walk into the main part of the house.
Compared to their oversized and grand apartment, the two-story walk-up is a modest space, at best. The floors are mostly bare, apart from a few throw rugs, and the furniture is fine but has seen better days. A living area with a dining table anda sectional sofa takes up one side of the room, with a kitchen on the other. It has what you need to survive—a cooktop, microwave, fridge, and sink—but you wouldn’t be cooking a gourmet dinner here, unlike in their massive kitchen.
The walls need repainting, the curtains need replacing, and when I explore the other rooms, similar work needs to be done in each. But it’s cozy. Cute, even. Freaking perfect.
Upstairs is already my favorite. The entire floor has been gutted, walls removed, opening it up into one large space. The floorboards have been whitewashed, adding to the ethereal aesthetic the large white canopy over the bed gives off.
The bed resembles a huge fluffy cloud—a storm cloud, that is. There’s an inordinate number of white cushions thrown on it, too many, if I’m honest, along with a stack of unopened dark-colored blankets still in bags next to a handgun and a box of ammo. Picking up the note, I lift it to my nose, finding Keegan’s scent is all over it.You are an O’Connor. Shoot without hesitation. And don’t fucking miss.
I roll my eyes. If only he knew. Still, his grumpy note has me happier than, by rights, it should.
Walking to the small wardrobe, all my clothes have been hung up. It’s an easy jump to assume Rafferty did this, since his earthy sage scent is over everything. Same as my toiletries in the bathroom, adding to my spreading elation.
Leaving the bath to fill, I undress and go back downstairs in my sports bra and panties to see what’s to eat. Swinging the door open, I find the fridge stacked. I grab one of Tynan’s pre-made meals—the protein and carbs ratio is too regimented to be anyone else’s—and barely shut the door to the microwave when I get a message on my phone.
A film. From Ronin. Which is probably a warning in itself. Intrigue has me pressing play.
The reel starts in my old room, and he moves next to my bed, opening the bottom drawer where I kept all my vibrators and dildos. His middle finger fills the frame before the whack job fires every bullet in his gun's cartridge into my collection. The ending is my favorite. Ronin flips the phone and points it down, fisting his hard cock, giving me a thumbs-up at the same time. The lack of audio is made up for in imagery, that’s for sure.
Saving the video to my library, because it’s that good, I do a walk around, checking I’m locked in, switching lights off, then grabbing a bottle of wine, my food, and phone.
Eating dinner amongst a sea of bubbles while sipping on the exceptional wine someone left for me is the best ending to a strangely good day. Eventually, though, my eyes fight to stay open, and my skin resembles a prune. Leaving the central heating on, I push off all the pillows, the blankets, too, leaving the gun in the drawer before climbing into bed naked.
Well, I go to, but when I pull back the quilt cover, I get my last surprise of the night. A neatly folded collection of clothes. As I lift the first business shirt, Ronin’s chocolate scent takes my breath away. It’s so strong. Laying it over my pillow, I do the same—inhale, enjoy, and place—one of Keegan’s T-shirts, a hoodie from Tynan, and a soft pair of sweats from Rafferty. The little note I find is as sweet as he is. Wish we were with you.
I half curse Ronin for destroying my sex toys, but the buzz I get from being in my O’Connor bed brings me peace regardless, and I drop into a deep and dreamless sleep.
My alarm wakes me earlier than I should be awake, given how late my night was, but I want to be ready for breakfast. As good as they smell in my bed, until I figure out a few things, their clothes are going to be the only thing I sleep, sleep with. I’m an Omega, for flip’s sake. If during this time, I end up naked and getting fucked into next week by one or all of them, clearly, I’m not going to bitch about that.
I’m downstairs, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, looking like shit but feeling a hundred percent better with our new living arrangement with nearly ten minutes to spare. Turning the lights and television on, I go to try to figure out the coffee machine when they arrive.
