Page 247 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

He opens his mouth to argue but then thinks better of it.

“I’ll walk her,” Colt offers, and the tension in Trace’s shoulders eases.

“Fine,” Trace says and pulls me into a hug as he drops his voice to a whisper. “Next time wear underwear or I will bend you over my knee and spank you.”

I smirk up at him. “If I knew that was an option, I would have told you sooner.”

Trace groans as I pull away.

“Come on, pissy pants, let’s go find the beast and get your underwear back. Are they lacy?”

I grab Colt’s arm and pull him away before Trace regrets not taking me himself.

“Oh, I have an idea. Can we cause a scene?” he asks with a laugh.

“Do you want your face rearranged?”

“I haven’t had a decent fight in so long. I miss them pounding me and blood squirting everywhere. It’s so fun, but Sinclair gets mad. But damn, she is so hot when she is mad. Do you think he will get me good?”

I laugh at his stupidity; Chester will do more than get him good. He is on edge over the whole Ziyon thing and is snapping at everyone.

“I think you need to lay off the sugar. You’re talking a million miles an hour, and my brain hurts.”

We find Chester in the science building in the middle of teaching a class. Brennan has finally found a replacement for him starting next week; most of Team Zeus are being replaced one by one since none of them actually want to be teachers.

Colt goes to waltz in, but I grab his shirt, halting him in his steps. Chester is helping a student, and she is leaning over the desk, more buttons undone than needed. Chester is focused on the test tube in front of them, clearly explaining what is going on.

“Oh damn,” Colt says. “Bitch be flaunting the goods to yo man. How will we do this? Mud wrestling? Let it be mud wrestling please—she has a nice set of knockers.”

More like putting her head through the damn desk. With that thought, Chester turns to the door. He looks between me and the girl in front of him. She sees that his attention is elsewhere, looks up, and has the nerve to smile at me.

“Let’s make a scene,” Colt says giddily and bounces on the tip of his toes.

I take a step into the room and walk up to Chester. “Hey, Little Angel, is everything okay? Are my babies okay?” He places a hand on my stomach.

“No, Chester, I’m not okay. Someone stole my underwear before class, and I happened to piss my pants and need them back.”

I hold out my hand and tap my foot. Chester smiles and reaches into his pocket and pulls out the black lace thong that doesn’t cover much, but I need them for under my uniform. The damn seam in my pants I wore today will rub, and I don’t need that.

“These ones?” he says, holding them in the air. The class watches on, snickering at him waving them around.

I try to snatch them back, but he pulls them away at the last minute, bringing them up to his face and inhaling.

“Give them back,” I demand.

“Your wish is my command.” He laughs, handing them over and leaning in. “But just know that pussy is mine.”

“I don’t know, big-tit Barbie is trying hard to get your attention,” Colt goads, clearly overhearing what Chester just whispered.

Chester screws up his face and looks back at the girl. “Who, her?” he asks, his tone laced with disgust. Colt nods. “Not a fucking chance in hell. Gross.”

Colt laughs like a hyena, and while I should feel sorry for the girl in question, I don’t. Chester is mine, and these pregnancy hormones have me wanting to gouge out eyeballs with spoons.

“You were flirting back before she came into the room,” the girl whines.

“Don’t be fucking daft, bitch. He was answering your stupid-ass questions. If you’re dumb enough to flirt with the boss’s man, you’re clearly missing a few brain cells.”

I look back in surprise. Since when does Khale stick up for me? We have established a passively aggressive hate-hate relationship for Summer’s sake.

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