I clenched my jaw and stepped in front of Westin. Spider was an alpha and I found I didn’t want him anywhere near my girl.Shit. Not my girl. But I could hold on to the fantasy for now.
Of course, Spider didn’t miss my movement and cocked an eyebrow as he tried to peer around me.
“Hi.” Westin elbowed me as she moved to stand beside me. “I’m Westin.”
“Spider.” He shook her hand. I wanted to break his arm.
“We’re looking for a bicycle, like with pedals,” Westin said. “Bear thinks he can magically conjure one.”
Fuck, I liked how she said my name with a smile in her voice.
Spider snorted and gave me a look that was too fuckingknowingfor my liking. “I bet he’d conjure anything for you, little bit,” he said with a wink. “I don’t got any bikes with pedals. But I do got some roller skates.”
“Taking up a new hobby?” I asked dryly, shifting closer to Westin.
“Fuck off,” Spider responded, still sporting a good-natured smile. “I got them for my girl, but they’re too small, so I was going to return them. They’re in my truck.”
The reminder that Spider had a girlfriend—a beta he met at the local biker bar—eased something in me. Spider eyed Westin’s shoes and I followed his gaze. Her feet were fucking tiny beside mine.
“They might actually fit you,” he said. “Let me grab them from my truck.”
I turned towards Westin, who was practically bouncing with excitement.
“Have you ever roller skated?” I asked.
“Nope, but how hard can it be?” Her bright brown eyes met mine and I found I didn’t have it in me to crush her excitement.
“You need safety gear,” I mumbled.
“Okay, alpha,” she snorted, rolling her eyes again.
Her sass made me want to bend her over and spank her ass before I dipped my fingers into her sweet pussy and made her scream for a whole different reason.
“Here they are.” Spider returned to the warehouse, holding up a pair of light blue roller skates with clouds on them and hot pink laces.
“What the fuck are those?” I asked.
“Oh my god those are amazing,” Westin squealed, bouncing over to Spider and taking the skates from him. She pulled down the tongue of the shoes, then popped her head up with a huge-ass grin just for Spider, who was now as good as dead. “And they’re my size. It’s meant to be.”
My hands itched to pull her away from him. Was it too much to ask for her to only stand next to me?
Westin plopped down on the garage floor, and I grimaced when I thought of how long it’d been since anyone cleaned it. I couldn’t stop myself from kneeling next to her and helping her get the skates on. I resisted the urge to trace my fingers up her tiny calves as I did up the laces. She grinned, oblivious to the riot of thoughts in my head and my increasingly hard cock, and held her hands out to me.
“Help me up?”
I pulled her to standing but then kept holding her hands. Just to be sure she didn’t fall. Not because I wanted to feel her skin touching mine.
She didn’t seem to be remotely bothered by me touching her. I’d never spent much time around omegas, but weren’t they more timid than this? Again, that strange protectiveness rose in me. She was alone with two alphas and completely at ease. Didn’t she realize how quickly I could overpower her? Not that I ever fucking would. The idea of hurting her made my insides churn.
I inhaled again, trying to catch any hint of her scent. She had to be an omega, but I couldn’t catch a hint of de-scenter.
“Okay, let me practice,” Westin said.
Her hands slipped from mine, and I forced myself to take a step back. I glanced around the warehouse. Each of my guys had a station and there was shit everywhere. Before I could say something, Westin took off, skating between stations and equipment on wobbly legs.
“This isn’t going to end well,” Spider chuckled, his eyes following her as she wove behind the first station.
I felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest as I watched Westin skate around, wobbling much more than I was comfortable with. When she clipped the edge of a toolbox, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I lunged for her, grasping her by the waist and pulling her close.
