“Uh, well, you’re my first and only scent match so…”
“I know, but compared to knotting other omegas.”
When I don’t say anything she picks her head up. “What?”
“Uh, so yeah, this is like the second time I’ve knotted an omega.”
She gasps. “No!”
“Hey, look, if you had Beckett and Liam in your bed, do you think you’d have time to run around town looking for someone to jump on your knot?”
She considers that for a second. “Excellent point. They are hot.”
She collapses on me and giggles. My smile is so big it hurts my face.
She shifts slightly, settling more comfortably against me. Our bodies are cooling, the sweat drying on our skin, but my knot is showing no signs of letting go of her just yet.
“Pierce?” Her voice is small in the quiet room.
“Hmm?”
“I think I was made for you too.”
This is the best fucking day of my life.
Chapter fifty-six
ASH
“You’redoingthethingagain,” Beckett says without looking up, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “The fascinating mating rituals of the professional hockey player.”
“What thing?” I ask.
“Watching us like we’re a nature documentary.” He tucks rolls of tape and what looks like sandpaper into an outer pocket of his duffle bag.
The island counter is a mess of printed schedules, protein bars, rolled up socks. There’s a ziplock bag that has mouth guards and tiny bottles of mouthwash, another with earbuds and eye masks.
“Don’t encourage her. Last week she took notes. Soon she’ll be directing ‘The Fascinating Mating Rituals Of Scorpions,’” Liam snorts.
“I did not take notes,” I protest. “Okay. Fine. I did take notes. I don’t understand what’s happening half the time.
Beckett takes a huge bite of a sandwich, winking at me before winding up a tangle of power cords.
“You yelled at me for putting socks in the wash,” I pout.
Beckett cringes. “Yeah, sorry about that. Those are winning socks. They can’t get washed until the streak is over.”
“God forbid you mess with a winning streak.” Liam slides a sandwich in front of me. “At least he doesn’t wear the dirty socks anymore. He just won’t wash them.”
“Worth it.” Beckett shrugs.
I pick at my sandwich, watching them. It still feels surreal sometimes. They have a life and habits and things they’ve done for years. And they each have a specialization. Liam cooks. Pierce takes out the trash. There’s a house cleaner, but they take turns at the dishes and other chores.
And everything centers around hockey. And I just stand here and watch them do things.
“Earth to Ash.” Beckett waves a hand in front of my face. “You with us?”
“Sorry.” I blink back to the present. “Just thinking.”
