“Hey, Lake, your horse is loose,” Harry calls out as he walks down the street.
“I’ve got it!” Four voices call out, and I blink as Imogen, Franco, Lorelei, and Julia explode from their respective houses and rush down the street.
“Wow, I feel a bit like a performing monkey,” I whisper.
Cordelia snickers. “Shall we go inside? You’re lucky there are no cameras.”
“If he gets performance anxiety, I’m blaming all of you!” Sebastian shouts.
Dad comes out with a cup and sits on the Sol porch swing.
“By all means, Son, give us something else to talk about. We can make a story about it to tell the grandkids.”
“We’re not there yet, Dad, give us a minute,” Sebastian calls back.
“Shh, it’s okay, Son. We’re here if you need pointers.”
Sebastian huffs, his face burgundy.
“Do you think maybe a house on a different street might be a good idea?” I suggest.
“Good luck moving now,” Sebastian mutters. “Last time I moved across the street, there were tears and tantrums for days.”
My skin is crawling as I back towards the front door and slip inside.
“I feel like a goldfish.”
“Oh, no, we are Olympic performers. Aim for gold!” Sebastian snaps bitterly.
Cordelia takes one look at my face and bursts out laughing.
I glare at her. “This is not the most ideal way to get hard.”
She slips out of her coat, then her top, and by the time she’s peeling off her leggings, I’ve forgotten all about everyone but her.
“You don’t seem to be having a problem,” she teases.
“Yeah, no problem,” I murmur and step towards her as she reaches for me.
She unzips my pants and shoves them off while I shrug out of my shirt.
“I want your bond. I want your knot. My Fox, I want you.”
My heart slams in my chest, harder and faster. “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks,” I murmur against her mouth.
I pick her up and walk until we hit a wall. I’m so distracted by the way she writhes against me, her breasts pressing against my chest, her tongue in my mouth. Her fingers gripping and pulling me closer, as if us being two people is unacceptable.
I feel it, too.
I reach down between us, sliding my hand through her slick folds.
“I love how wet you get for me, Omega.”
“I can’t help it,” she whines.
I shove three fingers into her. She arches her back, her thighs tightening around my hips, and her fingers curling in my hair and pulling hard.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”
