Page 105 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“I win,” she says.
“You cheated,” I tell her.
“You’re twice my size, it was only fair.”
I swipe the sweat from around my brow and hand over her water bottle. She unscrews the lid and takes several long gulps, some of it spilling over her lips and dribbling down her chin.
I never knew something like that could be so damn erotic, but everything she does seems to turn me on to some degree.
She wipes her mouth and offers me the bottle. I take a long swig and when I dip my head back she’s watching me. More than watching, she’s eyeing me up like I’m a dish she wants to eat.
Eat away, little Omega.
“I’m here on slightly false pretenses,” I confess.
“If you’ve come to ask me, then–”
“I’ve come to ask you if you’d like to join us for lunch on our boat.” I point to the cloudless sky. “It’s a beautiful day.”
“So you really do have a boat?”
“Between us we have several, but this one was my dad’s. A bit like the house; he bought a wreck and did it up. It’s pretty damn beautiful now, all sleek lines and curves.” Just like the omega.
She screws her lid back on the bottle. “Hmmm. Sounds good.”
“Is that a yes?”
“It is.”
“Then go jump in the shower. My dad would turn in his grave at the thought of you dripping sweat all over his yacht.”
Her eyes swim down my body, lingering where my shirt is stuck to my damp skin.
“How about you?”
“I’ll grab one quickly when we swing by to pick up the others.”
“Or …” she says. Her scent deepens and my cock grows hard all over again.
“Or …” I say cautiously, not altogether convinced I’m reading her signals correctly, and not wanting to fuck things up with her.
“You could use the shower here.” A bead of sweat rolls down her throat and down to her cleavage. “Do you have clean clothes to change into?”
“Yeah,” I manage to say, “in the trunk.” I take a step towards her. “Is … is there enough hot water fortwoshowers, little Omega?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Then maybe I should take my shower at home after all,” I say, closing the space between us.
“Or …” she says again.
“Or …” I whisper, gripping the front of her top and pulling her towards me.
“We could share one?” she says.
I try to play it cool. Try to keep the fucking eagerness from my face. My mouth twitches into a smile and my cock jerks anyway.
I slide my hands to her hips.
