“Easton,” she cried out, laughing.
“You’ve been hiding from me, Olive.” My voice was a low growl as I pressed my face into her beautiful hair. She was wearingmysweater and it was almost too much for my heart to handle. That anxious voice in the back of my head kept warning me that I was going to scare her away with my intensity, but the fact that she was wearing my clothes, covered in my scent? It seemed her omega liked my possessiveness.
Her breaths came fast as she clutched at me. “No, I haven’t.”
“Little liar.” I put her down on the ground but didn’t let go. My omega liked to run and hide, but she needed to know I would catch her every time.
“I had lunch with Lucy and her friends.” She said it quietly, like she was shy about it. My chest almost exploded with happiness at knowing everyone in town had seen her in my sweater.
I caressed her face. “They’re your friends now, sunshine.”
Olive bit her lip, not quite meeting my gaze, but then she said, “Yeah, I guess they are.”
I smiled and pressed a kiss against her lips. Her beautiful, soft, pink lips that I couldn’t get enough of, that had been stretched around my cock just yesterday.Not nownot now, I chanted at the image, pushing it from my mind. I needed to be focused.
“I’m so glad you’re making friends, baby, but I hope you haven’t made any plans for tonight.”
She tilted her head up, rubbing her cheek against mine, and I couldn’t stop my purr. It rumbled through my chest, the sound tailor-made to soothe my omega. Olive gasped, and I clutched her tighter to my chest in case she was freaked out enough to pull away. But she melted against me, rubbing her cheek against my t-shirt, getting her scent all over it. It wasn’t very strong—she must be wearing some of that horrible deodorant—but it was enough that I knew I’d go to sleep tonight with my shirt tucked under my pillow.
“Why is that?” she asked.
“Because I’m taking you out.”
“Oh.”
I waited for her to say something else, but she stayed silent. I pulled back enough to see her face. Did she not want to go out with me?
“Are you sure?” she asked, chewing her lip. “Are you sure you want…me?”
“What kind of question is that?” I searched her face, waiting for her to shout,Just kidding!I understood why Olive might doubt me. She didn’t know me well yet, didn’t understand how serious I was about this, but how could she doubt her own perfection?
“You didn’t knock on the door this morning.” Her eyes were on the ground, her voice unsure.
My heart seized in my chest. I’d wanted to take her out for breakfast this morning so I could show everyone around town that she wasmine. And then after, she could come watch me work in the lighthouse. I’d practiced flexing in the mirror to make sure I looked impressive—like a good, strong alpha who could provide for her. ButLars said we shouldn’t pressure her and to let her come to us.Well, just goes to show how much Lars knows.The more space we gave Olive, the more she doubted us.
No more space.
I picked her up, my hands cupping her gorgeous ass. The press of her luscious body against mine made my cock harden, straining to be inside her again.
Her arms and legs wrapped tight around me. “What are you doing?”
“This is your punishment for doubting that I want to take you out.”
I carried her around the side of the house, heading to the lighthouse door. She ran her nose down the side of my neck and pressed the whisper of a kiss against my skin. “I’m not sure this is punishment.”
A low groan slipped through my lips, and I was tempted to fuck her against the exterior of the lighthouse, but I didn’t want Olive to think this was all just about sex for me. Besides, Finn would be pissed about me disturbing the “fragile exterior” of the historic structure.
I juggled her so my arm was under her ass, leaving my other hand free to open the lighthouse door. “You’re going to be a good girl, stay where I put you, and watch your alphas work.”
There was a sharp inhale of breath. Olive wriggled against me, her sweet pussy pressing against my cock. “Easton, you can’t carry me up all the stairs.”
“That’s funny because I’m pretty sure I am.” I wasn’t sure why I was being so grouchy—that was usually Finn’s territory—but it had been excruciating to leave Olive yesterday. I wanted to sleep in her bed, carry her around so her feet never had to touch the ground, and make sure she ate and got as many orgasms as she needed. Now that she was back in my arms, I didn’t think I had the strength to let her go.
“Bossy Easton.” Her breath lightly skated across my skin.
“That’s right.” I opened the door, and Finn and Lars turned towards us. Lars grinned and Finn shifted, looking uncomfortable. I needed Finn to get on board with all of this. He and Olive had somuch in common—both were prickly and reserved and completelymine.
My brother, my omega, my family.
