Page 130 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
Biting my lower lip, I nod once. “And Hayden’s,” I add, to be clear. I meet Hayden’s gaze over Trev’s shoulder.
“You can’t get rid of me now,” Hayden supplies.
“It’s settled then.” Trev brushes his soft lips over mine. “There’s no running now.”
I steal a kiss from him, and his chest rumbles in appreciation. Asher whoops and swoops in for a hug from behind but he stops mid-motion when my hold on Trev tightens.
“Sorry, I got excited.”
Relaxing, I breathe and step away from Trev and open my arms to Asher. “Come on, I heard you learned how to give epic hugs.”
His grin is so goofy I can’t help but laugh as he picks me up and spins a little, resting his head on my chest and squeezing me. Their joy is almost enough to distract me from the nagging worries in the back of my mind.
Curtis is still out there.
The Omega Council will never allow this. What happens when they find out Pack Cocker bonded with an omega?
* * *
After Avi falls asleep, I grab Trev’s shoulder and shake him. His eyes pop open, like he wasn’t even close to sleeping, and I squint at him.
“What is it?”
I shake my head and stand, gesturing for him to follow me. The soft blue glow of the nightlight plugged into the wall is the only thing that keeps me from stubbing my toes on the way to the bedroom door. Trev follows me out of the room.
“Whi—”
“Shh,” I say over my shoulder, reaching back for his hand and dragging him to the living room.
He falls silent and follows me. I lead him to the couch and pull him close, rising onto my toes to tease my mouth over his lips. He tries to slip his tongue into my mouth, but I pull back and shake my head.
I grab his hips and turn him so he’s standing in front of the couch. “You drive me crazy, you know?” I whisper, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him onto the couch. He lands with a grunt and tips his head back, waiting for my next move. “You make me mad,” I tell him, looking him in the eye as I grab for his shorts.
Trev lifts his hips as I hook my fingers into his basketball shorts and briefs. I slip my bottoms off too, keeping on the shirt I stole from him to sleep in. His thick erection sways in the open and I stare at it, running my thumb over the bead of precum at the tip.
“You piss me off.” I straddle him and place my hands on the back of the couch, gazing down at him. “You make me so wet,” I whisper, rolling my center over his erection. “So fucking hot,” I rasp, lowering my face until our lips are inches apart. “If you die, I’ll kill you.”
He releases a sexy, throaty laugh and grabs his cock, helping me position myself. “Worried about me, Whit?” he asks, jerking his hips up so he slides in a few inches.
“Shut up.” I claim his mouth with mine, sinking onto him and letting his girth stretch me with a tiny bite of pain. He’s so goddamn big, but it feels so freaking good. His hands find my ass, and he forces my hips to roll over his length. I break away from our kiss, and he kisses my chest. He’s so tall my tits are in the perfect spot for his lips and tongue to tease my nipples.
Lifting his hips to meet mine, Trev and I fall into a fast and needy rhythm, our bodies perfectly aligned and in sync. Trev looks at me through his lashes, teeth tracing over my nipple before he grabs my boob with his mouth and bites down. He’s not gentle, but he’s not savage about it either. The sharp sting of pain makes my toes tingle, and I tip my head back, moaning and bouncing on him. Trev splays his hands over my back and pistons into me, taking back control and forcing me to come.
“You piss me off too,” he says, kissing my neck. “You’re a fucking brat.” He sucks on my throat and drives up into me. His dick swells with his knot until we’re locked together.
Gasping, I lean forward and wrap my arms around him, letting him take total control as we ride out the knot.
“You’re mine,” he whispers against my skin, peppering my shoulder and neck with kisses. “And I’ll piss you off if it means this is my reward.”
I giggle and melt in his arms, earning a deep, rumbling purr.
“That’s it, Whit. You’re fucking mine.”
* * *
“Are you sure you can’t stay?” Melanie asks again while the guys carry our things past her and to their cars. We’re standing outside the guest house, and she’s wringing her hands so much I fixate on the action.
“The house is fixed, Ma,” Asher says over his shoulder.
