He’s wearing a cream jacket paired with black dress pants and a black shirt open at the neck. He’s somehow managed to blend looks so that he appears refined yet casual. The whole effect is devastatingly sexy.
It’s not that hard to do when you look like he does, though. Saint is a gorgeous man. Easily the best looking alpha I’ve ever seen. High, sharp cheekbones, full lips, jet black hair, and dark skin against amber eyes. I could stare at him for hours. He doesn’t feel the same, though, because he turns his back to me and begins to make my drink.
He places a single ice cube in the bottom and pours the bourbon carefully, not too much, not too little, over top. He’s careful not to let our fingers touch when he hands me the glass. His eyes flick up to meet mine for half a second before he looks away again.
I bring it to my lips and inhale deeply. I’ve always loved the scent of whiskey. Of Silas.
Savoring the drink gives me an excuse to study my alphas. They clean up well. Graham is all long, lean lines in his dark gray pants and deep green dinner jacket. He’s chosen a yellow pocket square for a punch of color.
Silas is dressed simply in a navy suit, white shirt and pocket square, and a blue tie. He’s added a navy vest under his jacket and the effect is panty-dropping.
“Come here, beautiful.” Graham pulls me close, kissing the top of my head before he tucks me under his arm. “It seems we have more to celebrate tonight.”
I give a questioning look.
“Saint got released from desk duty,” Silas says. He’s smiling fondly at his packmate, who looks embarrassed.
I turn to face Saint fully, still tucked in Graham’s hold. “Does that mean you get to go back to working as a firefighter?”
He ducks his head and fidgets with the dark buttons on his jacket. “Yeah. I start back tomorrow.”
Silas pulls me from Graham’s hold into his own. He kisses my temple and breathes in deeply. “So sweet,” he murmurs before brushing his lips against mine.
“You taste like whiskey.”
My lips tilt at the corners. “So do you.”
He chuckles, then tucks me under his arm, much like Graham did before. Silas’ arm is thicker and heavier, but every bit as comforting.
He turns us so that I’m easily facing Saint. “His schedule is different. Two days off, one day on. He’ll work a full twenty-four hour shift tomorrow and then be home for forty-eight unless he’s needed for overtime or a major event.”
I nod. “That must leave you a lot of time to work on your coffee. I’d like to see the roasting setup, sometime, if you don’t mind.”
Saint slides his palms down his jacket. “Um, sure… sometime.” He looks at his watch. “It’s time to go.”
Silas places his empty glass on a table and then takes mine from my hand and places it to my lips. “One more sip, little bird.”
I take a sip from the glass, allowing him to tip it so the amber liquid runs down my throat, sending a trail of warmth to my belly.
Silas leans close, his beard tickling my cheek. "Good girl."
My body melts and my scent spills into the room.
“Mmm, beautiful,” Graham moves closer, placing his long body against my back. His hard cock presses into my spine. “If you keep doing that, we won’t make it to the restaurant.”
“I’ll be in the Rover,” Saint mutters from the doorway.
Silas, Graham, and I stay locked in our positions for a moment longer. One at my back, the other at my front. Our scents wrap around one another until I can’t tell where one stops and another begins.
Three out of four.My omega notes the gap.
So do I.
Silas’ fingers tighten on my hips. “We have to go.” His voice is deep and gruff.
He’s right. We have two things to celebrate tonight. “Let’s go, before Saint leaves without us.”
We all pile into the Range Rover. Graham and I are in the back, holding hands. Silas is in the driver’s seat, and Saint sits in front of me on the passenger side.
