Page 34 of Talk About… Trouble

Devon started to move, his hands clinging desperately to my hips as he pounded into me. Even though I’d just come, I could feel another orgasm building low in my gut, teasing and promising another mind-blowing explosion.

“I’m already close,” I whimpered out, warning him. Devon didn’t hesitate to slide his hand over my skin until he was pressing his fingers into my clit, applying pressure before sliding over it with quick movements. In seconds I was gasping for air as my orgasm consumed me entirely.

His low groan and one last slam of his hips was followed by his own release. He buried his face against my spine as he filled me with his cum just like he promised.

We were shuddering and gasping for breath as we clung to each other, too far gone to even try to move despite not being locked together with a knot.

I should have known he’d be just as incredible in bed as he was simply being my friend. Everything with Devon just worked. It was second nature, as easy as breathing.

The best part was I felt like my body was my own again. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed a real partner to claim me, to chase away the lingering demons for good.

A loud ringing jolted us out of the moment and Devon’s lips twisted into a wicked smile.

“It’s our alpha, should we answer?”

Devon

If she wasn’t my mate then the universe was a cruel place. Her scent still lingered on my skin, a subtle but intoxicating reminder of what we’d done.

Every time she looked at me now she couldn’t hide her smile or the flush to her cheeks. My omega was expressive and gorgeous.

Thank god Grace stayed over at Mama Whitaker’s last night or she would hate us both.

Nash didn’t call us out on our breathless laughter as we answered, he just said he’d be here to pick us up in fifteen minutes.

That was enough time for us to brush our teeth, fix our hair, and get dressed. Neither one of us attempted to shower. She liked the mental image I gave her enough to test our alpha.

My plan was to tease our alpha enough he’d be ready to throw it all in for us. Then again, he’d already talked about moving in together. There was no hesitation there.

He wanted his omegas close and honestly, even if I didn’t admit it, I wanted that just as much.

Now that I had a taste of waking up next to my omega, there was no other option but to steal her away night after night. We could even alternate nests if she wanted.

Wren slid her feet into her black combat boots. She was sporting faded jeans, another band tee, and a high pony with little wisps of blonde hair hanging around her face.

I hated to admit it, but I might just have to make her help me clothes shop. My wardrobe could use a bit of Wren’s flare.

While we waited on the sidewalk, I pulled her back to my chest, wrapping my arms around her, tucking her under my chin and simply existing with her in my arms.

“Tell me you don’t mind the touching? I’ll stop if I have to.”

“With you I don’t mind,” she admitted. “Anyone else would get punched.”

“Good, because you’re all mine… for now,” I amended, since I’d be sharing her with Nash any minute.

“What do you think he has planned for us?” she asked around a yawn. “Aside from the coffee and breakfast I was promised?”

“I’m not sure, I don’t have a read on him yet. He might be the sappy romantic type, or the fun type, it could honestly go either way.”

The rumbling of Nash’s pickup truck had us both watching intently. He parked, and I held my breath to see if he was going to honk or wait for us.

I was pleasantly surprised as he jumped out quickly, rushing around to greet us.

“Is it wrong that I missed you?” he asked, giving us a sheepish smile as he forcibly stopped himself from rushing at us like a psycho. His gaze flickered to our omega. “How are you feeling today?”

Internally, I melted. There was just something perfect about watching my alpha taking care of our omega that had me swooning.

She smirked, giving me a look before answering. “Devon here made sure I had the best wakeup so I’m feeling great.”

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