Page 64 of Two For the Show
Enrique, one of our motorcycle guys, raises his hand. “Matteo and Quinton, obviously.” A few murmurs of agreement, but also a couple of scoffs.
Quinton stands up and bows. “You are correct. We are lucky men.”
More cash exchanges hands.
“The twins,” Calvin, our firebreather, says smugly. “Dario has been giddy as hell lately, and Dexter has been insufferable since she arrived.”
“Insufferable?” Dexter scoffs. “You’re one to talk, Calvin. You’ve been mopey for weeks.”
“Hey! I waited years for that series finale, and it was garbage, okay? It’s left a bad taste in my mouth for the whole series, and it was my favorite. I’mgrieving.”
I choke on a laugh. I noticed Calvin seemed a little blue, but I had no idea it was about a fucking television show.
“He’s right, though,” Dario says smugly. He pulls down the collar of his t-shirt to show off the bonding mark on his throat. “It’s us!”
A few triumph sounds proceed more cash exchanging hands.
Trevor has a fistful of bills and is grinning madly. Alex notices and jumps to her feet, pointing at him.
“You made bets when you already knew? That’s cheating!”
“That’s the hustle, baby. You can’t expect a circus to be filled with honest men,” he says, flipping through the bills as if he’s counting them.
Enrique smacks him on the back of the head. “How long have you known?”
Trevor grins slyly. “I’ve known about Matteo since before she left. The others were an easy guess, especially once she was covered in Jude’s scent.”
“And we’re done!” I shout, clapping my hands. “I wasletting you all know as a courtesy. I may have a pack now, but we’re still a family. This doesn’t change the show or Alex’s job as our doctor. That’s all I got. Go rest before the show tonight.”
We needto get a bigger trailer if we’re all going to keep piling into Alex’s every night. She’s at the table, working on that puzzle again, and Dario is standing over her shoulder, guiding her moves as if it’s a poker game.
Since they bonded, he’s been even sunnier than usual. It’s a good look on him. The man drives me insane, yet I still want to spend as much time with him as possible. Despite that, I’ve been avoiding him. I know he wants to talk about us, about our relationship, and I don’t know how to do that. It was hard enough to be vulnerable with Alex, and she’s my Omega.
I know that polyamory isn’t uncommon in packs, but I never saw myself with a pack at all, much less in a relationship with one of the other Alphas.
There is no doubt I’m staring at the two of them too much, but I can’t seem to stop. The sight of his floppy hair and baggy sweats, along with a huge, infectious grin, next to Alex’s contemplative face, her body wrapped in cozy lounge clothes, has my heart aching. Seeing the two of them together fills me with a sense of rightness that I honestly cannot explain.
“You’re gonna drool,” Quinton teases, flopping down next to me on the couch. Matteo and Dexter are cooking, which has to be tough in that crowded kitchen, but I’m not going to complain.
Usually, I eat instant ramen or a frozen dinner. I’m not going to turn down whatever it is they’re making that smells spicy and sweet.
I elbow him, and immediately wince when he makes a pained sound. “Shit, sorry, Q. How are you feeling?”
He pulls a pack of gummies out of his pocket and pops one into his mouth. “Honestly? A lot better, especially since I got this guy.” He holds up his arm and shows me the silvery bite mark on his forearm. “It’s wild. I thought I was feeling good after she came back and was regularly exposed to her pheromones, but since I got this, it’s like night and day. It’s not gone, of course, but it’s a lot more manageable.”
“I’m thrilled,” I tell him, bumping our shoulders together. His scent was already starting to smell like a chocolate-dipped donut, and it felt like another sign of him getting better. “I was worried about you. Since you passed out, all I can think about is what would happen if we lost you.”
“Be careful, bossman, it’ll sound like you love me.”
I roll my eyes and rest my head on the back of the couch. “Of course I do, asshole. You’re family. You’re pack. Plus, I can’t lose my best act.”
“Hey!” Dario shouts. “We’re your best act.”
Alex’s laugh fills the trailer, and it’s like all of the guys hold their breath. She’s gone through so much, and it’s nowhere near close to over, and yet she’s happy.
With us.
She’s happy with us.
