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My lips part, eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Me?” I ask, raising a hand up to point at myself like a dumbass.
They both chuckle. “Listen, we’re men who know what we want,” Brady responds.
I stare at him in confusion with a furrowed brow. “And it’s me?” I question, the spell breaking enough for me to snort out a laugh. “Baby, you don’t even know my name.”
“I do,” Gavin says proudly.
God, he’s so adorable. How is a badass-looking, tattooed man so cute?
“Then do me a favor, and tell me the name of my new Omega?” Brady grins.
This is stupid. I shouldn’t be falling for this.
Yet, I can’t help the smile on my lips.
I don’t get any warning bells or weird feelings when I'm around them. Do I believe what they’re saying? I’d be a fool to say yes. But I’d be lying to myself if I denied that everything about this day has made me feel things I never thought I would.
Free. Happy. And hopeful. That's something I haven't felt before.
“Cute,” I chuckle. “Does that line work on every Omega?”
“Don’t know. Never used it before.” He raises a brow. “But is it working on this one?”
“A little.” I giggle. “Name’s Lucy, but you can call me Lulu.”
“Lulu,” he purrs, my name never sounding so good on someone's tongue, and it makes me shiver. “Lulu, doll face, do us both a favor and put us out of our misery by at least giving us the chance to show you we could be good for you.”
“You don’t even know me.” I feel like I’ve said it a million times already. Yet, here we are.
“Then give us a chance to,” Gavin insists. “Believe me when I say, this isn’t like us. We’re not normally people who act before thinking, but I can tell you with certainty that the moment we looked over and saw you on the side of the road, blonde hair glowing in the setting sun, looking like an angel plucked from the sky just for us, we were drawn to you. Something was screaming at us to go to you. We can all agree we’re not scent matched, but there is a pull. This… connection I can’t explain.”
“I feel it too.” Brady’s voice is nothing but a low rumble. “I have to get to know you, Lulu. I think I might die if I don’t.”
“So dramatic.” I can’t help but joke, because damn it, Gavin’s words have my head spinning because I feel it too. This powerful pull that has me more confused than anything. “Fine. If you must get to know me, I’ll give you a chance.”
“Yeah?” Brady’s face morphs into one with a boyish charm.
“Yes.” I laugh. “Still, I’m not going to forget that this is all weird. We’re strangers–”
“Not for long.” Gavin grins.
“And you’re bikers.” I shoot him a look, finishing my sentence that he interrupted.
“Very sexy, smooth, tattooed bikers,” Brady points out playfully.
“That being said, wanna tell me what kind of danger I’ll be in once we go through those doors?” I ask, nodding my head towards the closed gate. “Strangely, I feel safe with the two of you, but I don’t know what to expect from anyone else Iencounter. I’m not stupid enough to think that the members of your club are some big softies, who go to church on Sunday and help little old ladies cross the street.”
“You feel that way because you are safe with us.” Brady’s expression darkens. “You have nothing to fear, Lulu. No one will hurt you when you're with us. I can promise you that. None of our brothers will touch you.”
And strangely still, I believe every word.
“Okay.” I nod, agreeing too easily but not seeming to care. “Okay, I believe you.” And I hope I don’t regret it.
“Also, we do go to church.” He grins widely. “Just not the one you're thinking of.”
“Hey,” Gavin pops into the conversation. “I can confirm that I very much do help little old ladies cross the street, thank you very much.”
I blink at his pouting face in surprise before bursting out into laughter.
