“We need to get you some.” I patted his chest. “We’ll figure out what you like to do.”
A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Well, I already know what I like todo.”
I snorted. “That was a horrible line.”
“But you laughed.” He traced my smile with his fingers.
“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head.”
“I’ll try not to.” He cupped my ass and pulled me tighter on his knot. It was like he couldn’t bear the thought of not being inside me. I wiggled my hips and we both groaned. A spark of heat built inside me and I wanted to come again.
“So, what are your hobbies?” he asked before I could do anything about my building arousal.
I drummed my fingers against his skin. “Well, there’s roller skating, of course. You saw how good I am.” He and Bear had watched me skate around an empty parking lot the other day while we were waiting for our takeout to be ready.
Liam grimaced before quickly schooling his expression.
“What was that face for?” I asked, indignant.
He cleared his throat, refusing to meet my gaze. “Nothing.”
I scowled, and he gave a resigned sigh. “I just don’t want to see you hurt yourself.”
I rolled my eyes, earning me a slap on the ass, which felt like the complete opposite of punishment.
“What other hobbies do you have?” Liam asked.
“I’m not really sure anymore. I feel like I’m rediscovering what I like after the past few years.” My chest felt tight as I thought of how dark the past few years had been. “Oh, I forgot! Henry and I went to this arcade I used to go to years ago, and it reminded me how much I loved it. I used to go there most Friday nights. Pac-Man was always my best game. There was this misogynistic alpha who always taunted me that I’d never beat his high score, so I practiced non-stop for months. One night, I just had a feeling I was going to do it. The bar was absolutely packed. I was the only omega who ever really went in there, andpeople knew I was trying to beat the high score. So that night, everyone crowded around me. As I got closer and closer to doing it, they all started chantingShortcake.”
At Liam’s confused expression, I added, “That was my gamer name—Shortcake Demon.”
Liam froze underneath me. “You’re Shortcake Demon? Are you talking about The Corner Arcade?”
“Yeah, do you know it?” I asked, brow furrowed.
“Cillian is my uncle.”
I jolted, and we both groaned at how it pulled on his knot. “You’re kidding me.”
“You went to his bar as a fucking teenager?” Liam asked, a growl working through his chest. “How did you even get in? That place isn’t safe for an omega.”
I just grinned. “I don’t know why I didn’t see the resemblance. You’re almost as grumpy as he is.” I shifted up his body as much as I could and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “But you’re much sweeter to me.”
“Don’t change the subject,” he grumbled, but I saw the smile that tugged at his lips.
“I’m going to give him so much shit for this when we get back.” I tried to imagine how Cillian would react to finding out Liam and I were together, but I couldn’t imagine the old alpha being anything besides grumpy.
“He used to mention an omega who dominated all the arcade games,” Liam said. “Called you a pain in the ass, just so you know.”
I rolled my eyes. “Like he didn’t say the same to my face. But I know he likes me.” We both grew quiet, lost in thought. “It was one of the best days of my life when I got the high score,” I said softly. “Everyone cheered when I won and lifted me on their shoulders like we were at a football game.”
Liam played with my hair and I leaned into his touch, thinking about those days and wishing I could go back. But then I remembered that after the celebrations died down, I returned home to an empty house. My aunt and uncles had been out of town for vacation and hadn’t invited me. What would it be like to go home to a house with all my guys waiting for me?
“Where did the nickname come from?” Liam asked.
“Oh.” I bit my lip and my heart started pounding. I knew I would have to tell him—all the guys—eventually, but now that the moment was here, I was terrified of rejection.
The urge to run and hide overcame me, and I tugged on his knot to see if it had gone down enough for me to slip off it. When it held me tight, I averted my gaze.
