Page 157 of Deadly Sweet

“Promises, promises, Big Guy!” I shout. “But don’t plan to dish it out if you're not willing to take it.” I grin, shooting him a wink over my shoulder.

“You are not spanking me,” he growls, looking horrified.

“Whatever you say, Daddy,” I sing-song before laughing like the madwoman I am.

I feel good. The sun is shining and the breeze is light, but feels nice on my arms. And I’m going on a lunch date with my favorite girl and one of my favorite men.

If I’m being honest with myself, I need the distraction. Walker has been working crazy shifts at the fire station lately, and I feel like I never see him anymore.

The night Leroy and I went out on our date, we came back and showed off our new tattoos.

The guys were all happy for us, and we ended up snuggling in bed. We slept for about an hour before both Caleb and Walker got called into work.

It was some big fire down at the medical center where I found Caleb with that girl. The girl who turned out to be his work partner. Ex-work partner now. He went down to the police station right after we were done and flat out told his boss he wanted to be switched or to work alone.

On his way out, that girl pulled up. She got out of the car, and I not-so-subtly eavesdropped.

He flat out told her they were not going to be working together. He didn’t explain why, but when she spotted me giving her the evil eye, I think she got the picture.

When he got back into the car, he looked at me with an amused look and said, “A case of raging diarrhea, huh?” referring to the text I sent from his phone.

“If loose bowels scare a girl away, she’s not meant for you anyways,” is what I responded with.

He tossed his head back and laughed at me.Asshole.

Anyways, I’m getting off track.

That night of the fire, a few of the firemen got injured. Thank fuck, Walker was not one of them. Thankfully, they were all treatable injuries. So, because they’re down a few men, everyone has been taking on extra hours.

That means I can’t bond with him like I was planning to because he can’t take the extra time off to fuck my brains out.

Shouldn’t there be some kind of work leave for that?

Jake told me they have it for when a pack’s Omega goes into heat, but what if she’s just very horny?

“I think I might be a sex addict,” I tell Athena. “I can’t stay off your daddies.”

She blinks up at me, sucking on her hand.

“It’s a good thing you have no idea what's going on, or I’m sure you would be scarred for life.” I laugh.

Chittering catches my attention, and I see Thor climbing down from a nearby tree and over to me.

Stopping, I look around, making sure Leroy isn’t looking and whisper-hiss, “Quick, get in.” I point to the basket at the bottom of the stroller.

He does, climbing in and covering himself with one of the baby's blankets.

The guys don’t like it when I take Thor off the property, other than when I take him on my kills.

It’s not my fault people freak out when they see him. They look at raccoons like they’re some sort of deadly monster.Have you seen his cute, adorable, chubby, fuzzy face? He’s harmless.

Okay, so one time he stole a little boy's cotton candy, but Thor couldn't help it. It’s his favorite treat.

And then there was that time he snatched that guy's toupee off his head, but in Thor’s defence, he thought the guy was a zombie. The man's toupee was literally peeling off his head, blowing in the wind. Thor was just defending us.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t just that he took his toupee, but that he bit him and ran away, too. But I still insist he was just trying to protect.

The guys, on the other hand, didn’t believe that.

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