Nik laughs. “Chicks dig a little forearm action.”
“Huh?”
He ruffles my hair. “You’ll learn it when you’re older. Suffice it to sayBritney likes it, so that’s how I’m wearing my sleeves for the time being.”
I wonder if Mags likes that kind of thing, too … I don’t have massive arms like Nik, but mine aren’t too bad. Maybe I should take to rolling up my sleeves around the house.
“Yeah. She’s got some weird tastes. I have to wear white now.”
“What?”
I roll my eyes and explain the ass-smacking incident. Nik scowls, and his hands clench into fists. “That’s bullshit. No one deserves that, at least not anyone who isn’t contracted for mating. Now, if she wants to smack my ass, whatever.”
“Or Kaden’s. I guess it’s in his contract, too, not that he minds or anything.”
“Yeah, Britney had Mr. and Mrs. Grady add a little something to Kaden’s contract. Mags made sure it wasn’t in yours, though. That must be what it was.”
I frown. “I thought Kaden wasn’t supposed to mate with this one. They only want alpha genes, right?”
“Oh, Kip, you sweet summer child. There is so much more they can do without mating.”
With that, Nik heads for the bathroom. I don’t know what they’re going to do in there, but it’s none of my business. Like Mags says, all Nik needs to do for these jobs is knot, lock, and run. If he wants to make a mess with the pruny bitch in her bathtub, fine. Whatever.
Since my work is done for the day, I head home on foot. Kaden still has to do the stupid massage, Nik still has to, well, y’know, and Mags has to coordinate everything, but I have the evening off. The walk gives me time to think, perhaps too much time and too much thinking, but there’s nothing else to do while I head for our rental.
Most of our jobs come with room and board included, but the Gradys have a smaller manor compared to other rich families, so their servants’ quarters are all full. They managed to rearrange a bit, so Mags, Kaden, and Nik could stay, but since I’m the odd duck, I go home.
It’s lonely in the rental without my twin and our friends. Our little pack might be odd, but it’s become family, and I miss them.
I miss Kaden’s laugh. I miss Mags’s scheming. I even miss Nik’s commanding presence.
One thing about a house full of con artists: the entertainment options suck. Mags always has us on one job or another, so we don’t really spend a lot of time here unless we’re between cons.
Plopping down on the couch, I turn on the TV to see if there’s anything good. We don’t get many channels, so after a few hours, I’ve seen it all. I could try to access the premium stuff, but Mags would flip if she found out I spent money on porn.
Not that I need porn. I have an imagination.
As usual, Mags features prominently in my fantasies. Since I’m home alone, I don’t bother to hide in the shower for this; I’ll take care of business right here on the couch.
I close my eyes and picture Mags in her usual around-the-house getup: loose PJs, fuzzy socks, and her pink hair tied up in a messy bun at the crown of her head. Now, that may not sound like spank bank material for some people, but I think she’s sexiest when she’s not even trying.
Just like first thing in the morning … Her subtle aroma of bubblegum and spun sugar, softer than an omega’s but just as delicious. Her round hips with the pajama pants loosely hanging on, the way her top drapes over her luscious breasts.
Mags’s lack of interest in sex is a waste. A crime against nature. She’sbuiltfor it, the perfect specimen.
It’s almost criminal that she’s a beta.
I’ll never understand it. Mags is so fucking beautiful, but she turned me down enough times in middle school and high school, which is why I haven’t bothered to try again, and even Kaden doesn’t have a shot with her. I’d bet even Nik, the almighty alpha, has been cockblocked by Mags herself.
Well, she’s not here to stop me now, and she can’t control my imagination. My time alone is just that—mytime.
I unzip my jeans and pull my cock out. It’s already painfully hard, and the more I think of Mags, the worse it gets. I start stroking my shaft to alleviate some of the discomfort, but I know it won’t completely go away until I come.
Not until I come with Mags on my mind.
I make it quick this time, just so I can get to bed and sleep a bit before I’m due back at the crack of dawn to prep for Britney’s ceremonial pre-heat primping party. The thought of a bunch of giggling omegas gathered around gossiping about their alpha conquests is almost enough to ruin my mood, but I manage to redirect my thoughts back to Mags.
One of these days, I’ll let her know how I feel. Let her know that this is more than just a childhood friendship.
