Grabbing my phone from the bedside table, I start toward the bathroom but then dive for Reid, snatching the note from his hand.
“What the fuck, Carson?!” He shouts as I run into the bathroom and lock the door behind me.
“Waiting three days, my ass. You must be crazy if you think I’m going to be able to do that.”
“Carson. Don’t do it. Respect her wishes.” Reid bangs on the door.
“Fuck you.” I huff, typing her name into my contacts.
“Don’t you call her!” he warns.
“I’m not calling her!” I shout back, then lower my voice. “I’m texting her.”
Me: Hey, Little One. This is Carson. I know you said in your note to give you three days to process before reaching out, and I understand this is a lot. We won’t call you until then, but I have to know you’re safe. Just give me that much, please, baby.
I hit send and feel a rush of nervousness flood through me. I break into a sweat, and my heart pounds as I stare at the screen. When it shows she read my message, my heart nearly falls out of my ass. Please don’t be mad. Please.
It feels like a lifetime passes before I see three dots dancing on the screen.
My Little Omega: I’m safe. I’m home. Thank you for checking in.
“Thank fuck.” I sigh.
“What? What's going on? What did you do?”
“I texted her. She’s safe,” I answer back.
“Damn it, Carson,” he growls. “You’re such a little shit.”
“Spank me for it later. Now I can avoid driving you up the wall for the next few days. You’re welcome, by the way.”
I stare at the phone, fingers twitching to text her again. To ask her a million and one questions. As much as it kills me, I won’t. I don’t want to overwhelm her, scare her, or even push her away.
So like a good boy, I click the screen off, put my phone on the counter, and get into the shower.
As I wash the remnants of what I can positively say was the best three days of my life, I feel a loss. I’m washing her scent off. But I know I can’t walk around with dried slick and cum stuck to me.
Next time I see her, I’m making her wear one of my hoodies so I can have her scent all over me.
Once I’m done washing my body, I wash my hair. My hair is full of soapy suds when I remember something.
“Holy fuck!” My eyes snap open, and I curse as shampoo gets in my eyes. Sliding the glass shower door open, I blindingly rush into the main room.
“Carson, what the fuck?!” Reid shouts. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
I mean, that's a loaded question, for sure. I know I must look like a crazy man standing naked, dripping wet with soap in my hair, but I don’t care.
Squinting, I rush over to him, grab his shoulders, and shake him with laughter. “We bit her!”
“What the hell are you talking about? And stop shaking me,” he growls. I don’t.
“We bit her, man. Addison has our bite marks. Holy fuck, this is amazing. Shit, why didn’t I get her to bite me? I want to wear that mark like a badge, show all the fuckers on the team that I’m a taken man now. Carson Rider is off the market, baby!”
“Fucking hell,” Reid curses. “We bit her. Fuck. How could we be so stupid?”
I stop shaking him. “Speak for yourself.”
“Of course, she ran off. We bit her, Carson! Bit the poor girl that we just met.”
