Page 133 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“You have two other alphas, Whit.”
“This is a group project. Don’t be dead weight.” I pull him to the center of the living room where Asher and Avi have met Hayden. “Good luck!” I slip out of Trev’s reach and grab my pile of blankets off the couch. “I’ll work on snacks after I find a place for these.”
“Whatever room you want,” Hayden says. “Make sure you’re going to be comfortable. We’ll fix this space.”
Relieved they don’t think I’m silly, I head down the hall. Hayden’s room is nice, but he has two windows, and it’ll be too bright. I want something dark and cozy. Like a cave. I check out Asher’s room, but it also has two windows and the closet is too small.
“Perfect,” I whisper when I come into Avi’s room. One window with blackout curtains, plenty of floor space, and he has a lot of pillows on his bed. I lay out the blankets to see how I feel about it. The three I brought from Melanie’s house aren’t quite soft enough, so I grab the comforters off the guy’s beds. At seven blankets thick, it’s finally soft enough. I’m still missing pillows, but the guys can grab those when my heat starts. I don’t want to totally strip their beds. Satisfied with the beginning of my nest, I head back to the kitchen. The guys are quiet as they work, like they’ve done this a thousand times and already know when and where to put things to make the transition as seamless as possible.
Twenty minutes later, things are moved and the mojo is feeling much better. The couch facing the window was a good call. We’ll be able to see the road and anyone coming up the sidewalk.
“Uh, babe, you realize we just had lunch, right?”
Melanie made some amazing sandwiches as a farewell meal, but I’m starving.
“Uh, Asher, yeah, I know.” I wave my hand over the small plate of crackers and cheese. “This is for you guys.” I grab the big plate full of meat, fruit, cheese, crackers, and nuts. “This is for me.”
“I like nuts.” He pouts.
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” I pop an almond in my mouth.
He scowls. “You know what I mean.” He reaches for my plate.
“Touch my food and I will stab you with a rusty spoon.”
“Is that even possible?” Avi asks, grabbing water from the fridge. “I mean, spoons aren’t exactly stabbable objects.”
“Anything is stabbable with the right motivation.” I scoot toward the end of the counter, far away from the guys, and set my plate down. “Oh, I claimed your room for my nest. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course.” Avi runs his hand through his hair. “Does this mean you like me best?”
The other alphas in the room growl, and Hayden shakes his head. “Don’t set them off. I’ll be the one to clean it up. Are you thirsty?” Hayden asks me, taking the cracker and cheese out of Asher’s hand and popping it into his mouth.
“Asshole,” Asher grumbles, building another sandwich.
“Nah,” I say around a mouthful of grapes.
“You need to at least drink water.” Hayden grabs one from the fridge and sets it in front of me. “Drink.”
“Yes, daddy,” I tease.
“Not my kink, trouble, but spanking is still on the table. Just tell me when.”
“Maybe after my snack.” I’m actually really thirsty, so I take a big sip to appease him. “Where’d Trev go?”
“Miss me already, Whit?” Trev rounds the hall corner.
“Don’t get cocky.”
“Little late for that.” He swipes a piece of meat from my plate, and I growl. Avi takes it out of his hands before he can eat it and hands it back to me.
“Thank you, Avi. At least one of you knows how to treat an omega.”
“What about all those orgasms I gave you, Whit? You forget about those?”
My cheeks heat and desire flares inside of me.
“No sex. You need to rest until your heat.” Hayden moves Trev a few feet back and the alpha lets himself be manhandled.
