Page 80 of Their Knotty Pack
Kieran sighs, a little smile on his face. "I'm so…wait what's this?" I watch with absolute mortification as he pulls out a pair of….boxer shorts from under the pillows.
Not Miles'.
But, bless him, he tries to cover for me anyway. "Those are mine. Invasive, much?"
"These aren't yours," Kieran scoffs, then his nose wrinkles. "They smell too much like… ugh. Brody. Don't leave your shit in here, man." Then his brows furrow. "As far as I know, you guys aren't there yet, so how did they even…?"
"What? I haven't—" he stammers, quickly looking at me and Miles. "I swear, I've never planted my stuff in here. That would be…"
"Brody," Hunter speaks up, and I relax for just a second. The voice of reason. "If you have some kind of fetish for leaving your underwear in the omegas' nest, that's fine, but they need to consent to it beforehand."
"What the hell?" Brody's mouth drops open.
Oh my gods. What is happening right now? My face is flaming. Poor Brody is still trying to defend himself, Damien looks like he's going to explode with laughter, and I don't evenwantto see Hunter's expression.
I sit upright, covering my face with my hands. "I had Damien steal them from the laundry for me!" The words burst out of me, mortification filling my chest as they all still.
Brody sits up next to me. "You…you did what?"
Kieran gives me an undecipherable look.
"Well, to be fair," I ramble, running a hand through my hair, "Damien offered to steal them for me, but that wasafterI smacked him in the head with the door—"
"I knew you didn't walk into a door!" Kieran nearly shouts, and I cover my face with my hands again.
"Brody doesn't have a fetish for leaving his underwear places…that I know of, I just really needed your guys' scents."
Hunter freezes. "Allof ours?"
I swallow roughly. "I mean, yeah. You're all my true scent matches, and omegas need scents…"
"Idefinitely participated in the scent-hoarding," Miles finally speaks up, raising a hand.
"Sunshine…" Kieran says in a low voice, making me look at him. Shit. I crossed a boundary. "Why didn't you justaskus? Shit, okay, I get why you didn't ask me at the time, but you could've asked Brody or Hunter."
When the guys murmur their agreements, I look around in shock. "You guys aren't mad?"
"The only thing I'm mad about is not knowing you've been hoarding my scent. That information is going straight into the spank bank." Kieran smirks.
"No more sneaking from the laundry, okay?" Brody asks, wrapping his arms around me. I lean back into him, and he presses a kiss to my temple. "Just ask. Or let us know you're raiding our rooms. You don't happen to have an old, ratty, sweatshirt from Starbrook City Law School laying around here, do you?"
Biting my lip, I nod. "And I'm not giving it back. It's the perfect amount of soft and I wear it to bed every night. I mean, you'll need to wear it for a couple of days soon to refresh the scent, but…"
He smiles at me. An unrestrained, blinding smile. "I wouldn't dream of trying to take that away. I just thought I lost it."
"Bluebell?" Hunter's voice has me turning towards him. "Will you come over here for a second?"
Miles gives me an encouraging nod when I glance at him, and I crawl over Brody, just in time for Hunter to pull me into his lap.
"Oh!" I give a surprised cry at being handled, but I don't dislike it. Not at all.
I've never been this close to him, and being enveloped in his lemon-ginger scent is like taking a warm, comforting sip of hot tea.
Sitting sideways on Hunter's lap, he tilts my chin up with his finger so I'm staring into his eyes. "I'm going to tell you something, and I want you to take me very, very seriously."
"Okay." I swallow roughly.
"Whatever it is you need, any teeny tiny thing that you want, any passingwhim. It is not silly, it is not too much trouble, and itisimportant." He holds my gaze until I give a small nod. "Youwillcome to us, okay?"
