Page 128 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterThirty-Six
WHITNEY
Hayden comes inside first. He stops in front of me where I stand with arms crossed by the door. His gray eyes take me in and the exhaustion on his face softens to sweet affection.
“Hey, trouble.”
“Are you okay?” I ask, digging my fingers into my arm to keep from grabbing him and clinging to him like some sort of desperate fool.
“I’m good. Better now that I’m home with you.” He grins and closes the distance between us, dropping a lingering kiss on my lips. “You smell so good.”
“Thanks, it’s the hormones.”
“Pre-heat?” He steps back and searches my face. “Do you need anything?”
I shake my head. “I’m fine. A little grumpy, but Melanie helped me find a way to deal with that.”
Asher and Trev finally come in. My tall goofball is wearing a grin that draws me in, but I plant my feet. I’m falling way too hard for these men, and I’m going to scare them off if I suddenly go stage five clinger on them because of my hormones. Asher comes to me without me saying a single thing. I lift my chin to meet his gaze, and his eyes sparkle with mirth.
“You’re cute when you’re grumpy.”
“Shut—” He kisses me before I can finish my sentence. Tongue tracing the seam of my lips, he breaks through some of my stubbornness as I open to him and let him claim this moment the way he wants to. My nails cut into my skin as I continue to resist every instinct that is screaming at me to wrap my arms around him and never let him go.
He pulls away first. “No, you shut up,” he whispers before placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
“You’re a jerk,” I mumble, shaking my head.
“I like you too, baby.”
I glower at him, but he simply snickers and glances at Trev. Remembering that he was hurt, I flick my gaze over his body. There’s a bandage on his wrist and a few minor scrapes on his face. Hayden wasn’t lying when he said Trev was okay. Trev’s honey-brown eyes drink me in with the same fervor. A purr rumbles in his chest.
“Whitney.”
My name is like sin on his lips. Each syllable a coaxing reminder of every orgasm he gave me and how I trembled beneath his touch. How I craved his mouth on mine. I swallow those emotions, but my scent betrays me. The men inhale deeply, a soft chorus of purrs and growls filling the room.
“It’s the hormones,” I say with a huff.
“Don’t lie to me.” Trev undoes his duty belt with one hand and carefully places it on the counter, holding my gaze the entire time. “Are you going to keep standing there like you’re not desperate to touch me?”
I bristle. “I’m not desperate.”
“That’s a damn shame,” he says, taking a step closer. “All day long, all I could think about was getting back to you and holding you.”
“You missed me.”
He nods. “And you missed us, but you’re mad. Why?”
“Hormones.”
“No, I don’t think it’s that.” He takes another step and Asher, Hayden, and Avi all circle in behind him. They close in on me and my heart races, my mind screaming at me that now is the time to run.
I ignore my instincts. “What makes you think you know me?” A growl chases my words.
Trev stops a foot away from me. “You’re scared of how you feel.”
“I don’t feel anything,” I say, stepping into his space and poking his chest.
“Oh yeah?” He grabs my wrist and holds me in place. “Then why is your heart racing? Why is your scent all over the place?”
