“Come with us,” Mason suddenly commands.
Their words affect me and send me over the edge. I scream their names as I orgasm, my whole body convulsing violently.
They both growl, pouring their cum into me, following me over, and I sense them pulsing inside me, throbbing. I haven’t had this much cum in my body at once.
We hold on to each other, perspiring, breathing heavily, both of them still locked inside me. That’s when they each begin swelling inside me, their knots expanding, locking us together in the most primal way.
“So,” Dylan says after a long moment. “How’s the training going?”
I laugh despite everything. “I think we got a little off track.”
“Just a little,” Mason agrees, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
But as I stay there between them, completely satisfied, I can’t bring myself to regret a single second of it. Even if we did abandon the actual training.
We can always try again tomorrow. Probably. Maybe. Or not.
But that’s fine too.
26
ANITA
“So how do you feel after calling that prick Reed?” Jasper’s question breaks the comfortable silence as we drive through the darkening streets of Mistberry Cove. His hands are relaxed on the steering wheel of his Ferrari SUV, and I’m still getting used to the casual luxury of being driven around in such a fancy car.
“Pretty good now,” I admit, fiddling with the strap of my purse. “But I was nervous as hell when I actually called him. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped my phone twice.”
“I could tell,” Jasper says with a slight smile, glancing over at me. “But you did damn amazing once you got going. Kept your voice steady, showed just enough eagerness without overdoing it, asked intelligent questions. He bought it completely. Well done.”
“Yeah, he wants me there first thing tomorrow morning at eight just for an initial chat and to tell me what he wants me to work on.” I take a deep breath, watching the town lights pass by. “I should be terrified, but I’m not. Tomorrow morningwill probably be a completely different story when I’m actually standing in front of him at the hotel.”
“You’ve got this,” Jasper says firmly, his gaze catching mine for a moment before returning to the road. “It’s no different than being on the charter boat that day. You just talk to him, show interest in his work, convince him you can handle his social media like you did with us. Easy.”
He pauses, then adds, “And we’ll be nearby the entire time. If anything goes sideways, if he makes you uncomfortable at all, if he says or does anything that sets off alarm bells, we’re there in seconds. But really, you’re just doing what you’re very good at—social media management.”
I’m quiet for a moment, just staring at his profile in the dim light. The strong, sharp line of his jaw covered in light stubble. The way his ash-blond hair is slightly tousled. He’s ridiculously handsome. “I still feel like absolute shit for lying to you all,” I say, my voice small.
He pinches his lips together in that way he does when he’s thinking.
“I’m not going to hide that it hurt,” he says after a long pause. “It damn near destroyed me, actually. Because I don’t think you realize how much you meant to me even after just that first kiss outside your apartment. I thought this was it. I’d finally found what I’d been searching for my entire adult life. My person. My Omega.”
His hands tighten on the steering wheel. “And then to hear the truth on the boat… It felt like that whole kiss was a lie too.”
I reach over immediately and squeeze his hand where it rests on the gearshift, my throat tight with emotion. “It wasn’t. God, Jasper, that kiss was so real, the most real thing I’d felt in years. Like I mentioned before, everything when I was myself, when I was just Anita with you, that was completely honest.”
I sigh heavily, slumping back in my seat and staring at the ceiling. “I really hate hindsight. It shows such a clear, obvious path of how I could have done everything better, made different choices from the beginning. Why can’t I see that before I make all the stupid mistakes?”
We stop at a red light, and Jasper reaches over to gently lift my chin with his fingers, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.
“Look, I understand why you did it,” he says carefully, his thumb stroking my jaw. “I don’t agree with how you went about it, and I’m not going to pretend the lies didn’t cut deep. But you were doing what you thought was right with the limited information you had. You were being brave in your own way.” His eyes soften slightly.
“Thank you,” I say.
He releases my chin as the light turns green. “Tonight is time away from all that stress. We’re putting the guilt and pain behind us. You need to meet with Reed tomorrow with a completely clear head, confident and focused, and you can’t do that if you’re drowning in guilt and anxiety. So tonight we’re just enjoying each other’s company. Deal?”
I nod, swallowing hard past the lump in my throat. “Deal. And thank you for understanding and giving me another chance when you didn’t have to.”
“You’re my scent match,” he says simply, like it explains everything. “That’s not something I’m willing to give up without one hell of a fight.”
