Yep. It smells like me, Ethan, Dove, andsex.
I can see it in the way their eyes linger on Wren, dressed in nothing but one of Ethan’s t-shirts and a pair of panties—they’re jealous. But they know better than to say anything, so they wordlessly grab plates and help themselves to the spaghetti before sitting at the kitchen table with us.
“How did your errand go?” Wren asks sweetly, looking at Maverick like he hung the moon.
He smiles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. “It went very well, Baby Girl. In fact, now that it’s done, I can tell you what I was doing.”
Huh. Very curious.
Her brows furrow. “You couldn’t tell me before?”
“Well,” he runs a hand through his hair, “I didn’t want to get your hopes up if it didn’t work out, but we have a witness that will testify if it comes down to it.”
A witness?
“Who?” She frowns. “My parents can’t know who it is, it’ll just put them in danger—”
“Freida,” he says gently, “and we’ve already relocated her.”
Her face falters. Her expression twists, and tears well in her eyes.
We all exchange a look, and Maverick reaches a hand out. “Baby Girl—”
“Freida?” her voice chokes out. “She…she stood up for me?”
Brennan gives her a gentle smile. “She did. She wanted proof that you were being well taken care of before she helped as well.”
“Where is she now?” she asks, a slight panic taking over her voice. “What about her son? He’s all she has—”
“Shhh, Baby Girl, it’s okay,” Maverick soothes. “We took them to our guy who gets people across the Canadian border. They’re on their way now. She knows she’ll have to come back for a trial if it comes to that, but for now, we have her video-recorded testimony to add to our blackmail folder.”
“So we can call my parents?” She perks up, looking around the table. “We can finally get this over with and start our life together?”
“We can do it first thing tomorrow,” Maverick nods. “After we clean up here, let’s pack up and move to my place. I have enough room for everyone to sleep.”
“Can’t we call them now?” she hedges, shifting in her seat. “I mean, it’s just a phone call, right?”
“We could…” Maverick says slowly, “but then we’d risk them finding Freida before they make it out. Even if the chances are low, I want to wait until they cross the border.”
Dove worries her bottom lip before nodding. “You’re right. We should wait.”
Maverick smiles. “Good girl. Now…anyone care to explain why it smells like a threesome in here?” There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes, and Wren flushes, but doesn’t look away.
“Because there was one?” she offers, and Ethan chuckles.
“Little Bird did so well, she let me fuck her throat while Teddy took her pussy.”
I watch with glee as her little mouth drops open.
“Yep, looked just like that.” I wink as she lets out a sound of indignation.
“You shouldn’t talk like that at the dinner table,” she hisses at Ethan.
“Why not?” He shrugs. “You’ve officially achieved your goal of having sex with each of us before your heat hits, I’d say we’re open to a whole new world of possibilities.”
“I’d have to say I agree,” Brennan grins, eyeing our omega. “Now that you’ve been able to explore a little more, we have so many options.”
My girl flushes, her face the prettiest pink color.
