Page 17 of Knot The Only Onee
Iknewthey were together. It was evident in their interactions, although they hadn’t displayed much in the way of physical affection in front of me.
The thought of them together shot a blast of heat through my body.
It wasn’t uncommon for male alphas and betas to form a pack or circle before they found an omega of either gender to complete them.
I would not think about beingtheiromega and completing their bond.
Nope. Not going down that path.
Also, I wasn’t going to imagine the three of them playing together. Kissing. Touching. Making love.
Was it getting hot in here?
“You okay, baby girl?” Lucas cocked his head to the side as he studied my flushed cheeks.
“Yep,” I squeaked. I wanted to turn on my heel and run back to my room.
Lucas wiped his hands on his apron before lifting one to cup my cheek. His thumb ran over my heated skin, and I wanted to melt into a puddle at his feet. “This color in your cheeks makes you even more beautiful. Not that I want to embarrass you.”
His smile warmed my heart, and I couldn’t help the grin that curled my lips.
“Go sit down at the table or in the living room. Noah and James should be there. I’ll bring everything out shortly.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead gently.
Without another word, I turned and went to the dining room. If I tried to speak, it would come out as a garbled mess, so best to keep my mouth shut.
Lucas’ chuckle echoed in my ears, and I stepped foot into the other room. Noah and James weren’t at the table but relaxed on the couch in the attached living room.
Both of their heads snapped up as I moved closer, their eyes following me as I sank into the singular armchair opposite the couch. It would be much too close if I sat on the couch.
I was still trying to process my thoughts and emotions regarding these three. Not to mention my physical reaction.
Noah was typing furiously on his phone while James lounged back with a Kindle balanced on his lap. Hmm, I’d have to find out what type of books he liked to read. While I highly doubt it was what I liked–Romance of any kind, the smuttier, the better–we could still find some common ground.
I rubbed my hands up and down my thighs, unsure of what to do or how to act.
Damn, I was so awkward.
“Do you like everything Lucas got for you?” Noah asked after the silence stretched on. I wanted to let out a big sigh of relief at him breaking the ice.
“Yeah.” I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s wonderful. I love everything and my room. Thank you.”
Who knows how many times I’d already thanked them, but it would never be enough. I didn’t want to be around Alena and her guys forever. They were newly mated. I couldn’t be an extra person there messing up their groove. Not to mention, I did not want to hear all the things they got up to in their bedroom. Just no.
Noah smiled and placed his phone down on the oak table next to the couch. “It’s our pleasure, Bridget. We hope you come to think of this place as your home, too.”
Home.
I don’t think I’d ever thought of any place I lived as home. It was either my parents’ or the Russo’s. Nothing had ever felt like the place I wanted to run to when times were hard. They were just somewhere to lay my head and sleep. Nothing more.
But here?
I could see this as home.
With the aroma of Lucas’ cooking filling the air. With my beautiful bed and the beginnings of a nest. With the fresh air outside and rolling hills and trees.
With these men.
Why was I being so utterly sappy today? It must be the trip to town, the suppressants, the presents. It was all overwhelming me. My brain was having trouble processing it all.
