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“If he likes her and can live with what she did when they met, so be it.” I shrug.
“Oh yeah?” Gears raises a brow. “That how you feel?”
“Yeah. He knew she was a club whore when they met. She’s sucking his cock at a party right now, so he knows what he’s getting into.”
“True.” Arrow nods.
“You three know what I am—what I do—and you still want me to be your omega, don’t you?” My voice is quieter now. My stomach flips. What if they don’t say what I want? What Ineed?
“Hell yeah, I do,” Acid growls, licking his lips.
“All in, Gidge.” Arrow winks.
“Still dealing with your crazy ass, ain’t I?” Gears smirks.
I blow him a kiss and flip him off. “Can’t help it if I’m a little prickly.”
“It’s not the thorns on your stem, babe. It’s the fucking recklessness—and how you never clue a guy in. You love to keep us on our toes.”
“You love it,” I tease, thinking about the surprise I’ve got for them tonight.
Gears just chuckles and shakes his head.
“Well, I’m gonna go mingle. Get to know these brothers of yours. See if I can hustle one or two of them in darts.”
“Enjoy,” Arrow purrs as I strut off toward Nitro and Suave, who are mid-game.
Let the party begin.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
GEARS
She’s gonna be the death of me.
I groan, low and deep in my chest, eyes locked on Brydgett as she walks away from our corner of the party like we don’t even exist. Like she didn’t wreck Acid’s whole damn soul a few days ago. Like she didn’t sneak into my brain and settle in, dragging all her sharp edges and that wild scent of hers with her.
She walks toward the dartboard where Nitro and Suave are standing, like she owns the place. Maybe she does. Hell, maybe she owns me too and I just haven’t admitted it yet.
“And you haven’t even tasted her slick or been inside her yet,” Arrow says, smirking like a smug bastard. His voice is too damn amused and I want to hit him for it.
My jaw ticks. I grind my teeth. Asshole.
“I got to taste her after,” Acid throws in, like that’s something casual. Like it’s not still driving me insane thinking about it. “Next time, though, I want it straight from the source.”
He shifts his weight like he’s relaxed and doesn’t care, but he does. We all do. We’re all wound too tight over the same omega, and none of us are playing it cool, not really.
“But the way she took my knot,” Acid says, and now his voice drops, rougher. “Almost had me blacking out. Could send a guy straight to Hell and I’d thank her for it.”
Arrow lets out a soft whistle and shakes his head. “I promised not to knot her,” he mutters.
“I also promised not to knot her,” I say, more to myself than anyone.
“Oh, I’m sure she had the same plan,” Acid says, grin twitching at his mouth. “But then she got all worked up riding my cock in the basement and… oops. We’re knotted.”
“Lucky bastard,” I mutter.
“What was that, brother?” Arrow smiles.
