Page 59 of Pack Choice
“I know how these things work. I have two older brothers.”
“You’re wrong,” he says. “I’m interested. Very fucking interested.” He pulls me in closer so I can feel the hard outline of his cock pressing into my belly.
I take an involuntary gasp. That outline is an extraordinarily big one. Bigger even than the one that has invaded my recent dreams.
“So there’s no brotherly code between you too? The one that says you stay away from your best friend’s girl?”
“Are you his girl?”
“No.”
“Is there a code like that between your brothers?”
“My brothers wanted a pack. A pack omega.”
“I don’t want to share you, little one. I’d like you all to myself.” He grinds against me, sending sparks of electricity crashing through my core.
“I know you think that’s going to flatter me,” I tell him. “But it doesn’t. Do you know why?”
He stares down at me with those intense eyes, amusement dancing in them.
“I have a feeling you are going to tell me, little one. I’ve never met an omega who likes to talk as much as you do.”
“So I’ve been told,” I mutter, scowling as I peer away from him.
He hooks his finger under my chin and turns my face back to his. “Hey, I like it.” He leans in to whisper in my ear again. “I like a vocal omega. Wanna go be vocal in one of the bathroom cubicles?”
I am tempted. Especially when he rings his wet tongue around my ear, and I can tell just how talented he’d be with a tongue like that.
But I can’t see Ford standing by while I disappear into a bathroom with the city’s wildest sex addict.
I can’t see Colten standing by either.
I sigh. The jealousy thing may be a turn on. It’s also a hindrance.
“I don’t think so,” I say.
“We could get a room,” he tells me. “Anywhere in the world. You fancy flying to the Seychelles little one?”
I laugh. “Does that line usually work?”
“I don’t usually need to use it,” he tells me. “I’m usually in the bathroom cubicle by now.”
“Hmmm.” I like that. I like the idea he may have to work a little harder than usual. (Only a little harder. My body is practically begging me to take him up on his offer.) It might not be such a bad idea. Maybe mindless sex with a drop-dead gorgeous sex god is all I need to remove that hole in my heart I’d spoken to Ford about. To feel alive and more like Molly again.
River’s mouth ghosts over my ear and down to my neck. He runs his soft lips down my throat, barely touching me, teasing me with the lightness of his press, yet sending rivers of electricity flowing through my body, my eyes doing that drifting thing again.
“River!”
My eyes fly open.
Colt’s hand grips his friend’s shoulder and his face is full of thunder.
“Stop mauling the omega in public. Don’t you know there are people taking photos?”
I gulp. Photos? I don’t need my brothers seeing any photos.
“Then make them stop,” River says, “you’re my publicist.”
