Page 216 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Trace moves in beside me and interlocks our fingers, pulling my hand to his mouth and placing a kiss on it. “I will check out the store and then I will keep him outside so you girls can shop in peace.”

“You don’t want to help me try on bras?”

Trace swallows hard. “How about I promise to take yours off later? Will that be a better incentive?”

“I don’t know... I still think I could be flexible enough to have changeroom sex.”

He looks mortified I would even suggest that. Oh, my sweet Trace—all those years refraining from sex, he really needs to catch up. Everyone needs to have public sex at least once.

He leans down next to my ear, his voice low. “When I fuck you, Star, there will be no one else around to hear you scream my name.”

Well, okay then. Maybe I was wrong about him.

When we reach the first floor, Jimmie and Betty are waiting for us. Betty clutches Jimmie’s hand like it’s her lifeline and I can’t really blame her. Sinclair might be friendly, but Blayne and Summer can be standoffish, even more so given the situation. I give her a small wave, and she smiles, her shoulders relaxing just a little. They actually look really cute together, and from the smile on Jimmie’s face, I think he has some explaining to do.

I let go of Trace’s hand and march right up to Jimmie with Trace hot on my heels. “Um, I need to pee really quick, and Jimmie is going to come with me. Trace watch Betty, please.”

Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t say anything. Jimmie gives her a reassuring smile while I grab his hand and pull him to the women’s toilets. He follows me in, and a woman gives him a foul look as she exits. I check every stall and turn back to face him, raising a brow.

“What?” he asks.

“Don’t what me, James. Is there anything you want to tell me? There is something a little different about you today.”

The smile on his face is so wide it reaches his damn ears. “We did it and it wasn’t gross.”

“Ohhh, Jimmie got his dick wet,” Blayne says, doing a ridiculous dance as she enters the room, followed by Sinclair, Summer, and Betty. Poor Betty looks mortified, her face so red it could give Sinclair’s a run for her money.

Jimmie looks at Betty, who reassures him. “It’s fine. They are your friends.”

“Khoda was there too,” he says, also blushing. “It turns out he was also afraid because the other guys are so damn...”

“Alpha?” Betty offers.

“Exactly, but the guys sat us down and told us they knew Khoda was bi, and they knew I wasn’t sure what I was. But they didn’t care. It’s the first time we have ever sat down as a group and actually talked about shit, and I kind of have Chester to thank for that.”

“Chester?” I question.

“Yeah. When they were locked up, he went to rough them up for beating on me, since that made you sad. He also told them to pull their heads out of their asses and realise what an asset I am to their team. That if they didn’t try, he would see to it that Betty and I were removed from their team and they would beindefinitely suspended. Well, that’s all they would willingly tell us, anyway. Brennan is also forcing us to attend weekly group therapy sessions, much to their disgust.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Blayne says dismissively, waving her hand. “We want to get to the sex parts.”

“You will be happy to know I’m not a virgin anymore, and I one hundred percent like both genders.”

“Yay,” Sinclair says with a clap. “Now that we have invaded their privacy, can we please go and get new bras? My nipples are sensitive, and I need them ASAP.”

“Me too,” Summer says, cupping her breasts. “And are anyone else’s nipples like a million shades darker than their skin?”

“Yes,” Betty adds, “and massive, like they will be bigger than the baby’s head if they keep growing.”

Summer does something unexpected—she links arms with Betty—and as she looks back at me, I mouth,Thank you. We all walk out of the toilets, and the guys are standing there, watching the surroundings. Safety first and all that.

“Oh, thank god,” Colt says. “We were deciding if we should go in or not, but Jimmie was in there and we figured he is trained just like us.”

“Blayne would have been more qualified to kick ass over me,” Jimmie jokes. “Her muscles put mine to shame.”

Blayne flexes and shows everyone her biceps, which starts her and Colt in a flexing competition as we all walk towards the clothes shops.

“All right, girls, wait here with Jimmie,” Trace says once we enter the store. “Colt, you check the changing rooms. You have the app Marlow developed that will alert you to any bugs. Leland, you take that side of the store, and I will do the registers.”

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