“Watch it,” he growls playfully.
“I think it’s cute.” I bite my lip.
“Cute,” he huffs. “I’m not cute, Cupcake, I’m manly. Rugged.”
“Andadorablewith your cute fuzzy pillow.” I can’t help but grin.
“Brat is what you are.” He pulls me to my feet, wrapping his arms around my naked body.
“Hi,” I whisper up at him, heart going a mile a minute. I can’t believe this is really happening. I know I keep saying it, but it’s going to take a while to get used to it.
“Hi, baby,” he leans down and kisses me. “I hope you know, I’m going to do this as much as I can.”
“Good.”
Damien insists on washing me, and I don’t put up a fight, loving every touch, every ounce of attention he’s giving me.
When he’s done with me, he cleans himself up too. I sit there and watch. This man’s body is a work of art. And his cock? It’s all mine. I’m going to have so much fun with it.
“Keep looking at it like that, and it’s going to demand to be inside you again.”
“I don’t see an issue with that.” I grin.
“We have things to talk about,” he reminds me with a pointed look.
“Right.” I pout.
When we’re done, he dries me off and wraps me up in a fuzzy towel, then scoops me up in his arms.
“I can walk, you know.” I laugh.
“I know,” he says and continues to walk me down the hall to my room.
Carson and Reid are waiting for me as we enter. “All clean?” Carson asks with amusement.
“Yes. How about the kitchen?”
“All bleached up, per your request.”
“Thank you.”
Damien sets me on my feet and steps over to my dresser. “What are you doing?”
“Picking something cute for you to wear.” He throws my closet door open.
I stand there, gaping. “I like everything you wear, but I’m thinking a dress or a skirt.” He pulls out a pink dress that stops just above my knees and ties around my neck. “It will be easier to play.” He winks, handing it to me.
“Really?” Reid drolls. “Could you sound any more like an Alpha pig?”
“Hey,” Damien growls. “Just because you don’t live with our Omega and don’t have access to her full time like I do, doesn’t mean you can take your anger out on me.”
“Enough,” I warn the three of them, as I toss the dress on the bed, then let my towel drop to the floor. All three of them shut right up as they stare at my body with hunger.
I’m filled with smugness, loving the attention they’re giving me. I take my time getting dressed, letting them have the view for as long as they can.
Once the dress is on, I climb on the bed and start to brush my hair. “So,” I look at the three of them. “How do we do this?”
“What do you mean?” Reid asks.
