Gray and Liam’s jaws dropped, and Henry looked like he’d fucking won the lottery. Westin walked over to his side and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He pulled her in so her body was flush with his and whispered something in her ear that made her blush.
I grinned. Little omega keeping us all in line. Their alphas might both want to be head of the pack, but it was obvious to me that Westin had already claimed that spot.
And it made me hard as fuck in the process.
After breakfast,we headed to the parking lot, my courting gift for Westin tucked under my arm.
“Are you going to show me what it is?” she asked with an impatient huff.
I grinned. “Maybe I should make you wait longer.”
She glared at me, which just made me laugh.
“Here you go, baby.” I handed her the bundle. Henry had found some tissue paper to wrap it up with, which Westin quickly ripped off.
“You got me a jacket?” She looked up at me with amazement.
“Course, baby. Have to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”
She grinned, bouncing happily as I helped her put on the black leather jacket. I gripped the lapels, pulling her close.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Seeing her in leather did something to me.
She tilted her face, lifting her lips to mine. I sank into the kiss, her tongue hot in my mouth. I moaned, cupping her ass tightly with both hands and savoring her soft whimpers. My cock was hard against the zipper of my jeans, and I was tempted to bend her over my bike and take her right now. I would have, too, if we weren’t in a public parking lot.
I pulled back with a growl. Before I could say anything, Westin spoke. “If you say anything about giving me another kind of ride right now, I’ll have to… well, I don’t know,” she said with a giggle.
I snorted. “Like I would ever make a joke like that.”
She rolled her eyes, and I smacked her ass before pulling away and grabbing the helmet I got her. I placed it over her head,making sure it fit properly. I’d never given a shit about safety a single day in my life, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about ways to protect Westin.
“If you start feeling sick or dizzy or tired, or you want to stop for any reason, tap my leg three times,” I said firmly.
“I’m feeling good,” she said. “I could probably even drive it myself.”
A twinge of panic went through me, but I schooled my expression. “There is no way in hell I’ll ever let you on my bike alone.”
She pouted adorably, which usually would have made me smile, but today, something about it made me uneasy. Westin’s recklessness reminded me of my own. She jumped into dangerous situations without a care for her safety, just like I’d done when I didn’t care if I lived or died. I hadn’t brought up what she’d shared about the sleeping pills—both of us were too good at avoiding talking about hard shit—but my chest seized at the idea of Westin not being here anymore. I gripped her arm and pulled her in, wrapping both arms around her tightly.
“What’s going on?” she asked, her words muffled from where I was holding her face against my chest.
“I need you to be careful.” I suppressed the growl trying to work its way out of my chest.
“On the bike?”
“No. Well, yes. But with your life. I need you to stick around, baby. I need you to care about your safety. I don’t think you understand how completely I would lose it if something happened to you.”
She stiffened in my grasp and tried to pull away, but my arms were like iron around her.
“What makes you think I don’t care?” she whispered.
“Because I’ve been there. Because I see it in your eyes.”
“You’ve been there?” she asked, her voice small.
“Yeah. When I had to stop fighting, I felt like my life was fucking over. But it wasn’t. It hadn’t even begun yet because I hadn’t met you.”
Westin ran her fingers down my face, her smooth fingers contrasting with the roughness of my stubble.
