She tries to sit up, her movements uncoordinated and shaky. “That was… something else. But now I’m all sticky.”
I grin, standing and helping steady her. “Oh, you definitely are. Stay right there.” So I head to the bathroom, grabbing a clean towel and running it under warm water. I grab a dry one too and bring them both back.
She’s watching me with a grin as I gently wipe between her legs and her inner thighs, cleaning away the syrup and her arousal, then dry her carefully with the second towel.
“You often clean up after yourself?” She sounds amazed.
“Every Alpha should treat his Omega like a queen. That’s basic fucking respect.” I hand her the jeans and panties she kicked off earlier. “Any man who doesn’t take care of you after isn’t worth your time.”
“Chris, you keep making me blush.” She’s covering her face with her hands. “I’m going to be permanently red around you three.”
“Good. Love seeing you flustered.”
She dresses quickly, fingers fumbling slightly with the button of her jeans. When she’s done, she stares at me, and I see the question forming behind her eyes. Before she asks it, I pull her into my arms, holding her close.
“You have no idea how lucky we are to have you here,” I whisper against her hair, breathing in her scent. “Resisting rutting you, knotting you, claiming you completely, it’s close to impossible. But we’re going to try until you’re ready for all of us. Deal?”
“Sounds fair,” she whispers, her arms coming around my waist.
I pull back to study her, and her cheeks are pink. I’m so fucking gone for this woman it’s not even funny.
She wriggles out of my embrace, smoothing down her shirt. “Okay, then, let’s clean up this mess.” She starts gathering scattered silverware while I pick up the plates. She carries them to the kitchen, and I follow with the rest, planning to wash the tablecloth too.
She grabs juice from the fridge, pouring herself a glass while I load the dishwasher.
“So I have a job tomorrow night,” she says, leaning against the counter. “Need to check today that it’s all ready to go. Should be straightforward and nothing Scot can sabotage since it’s already booked and confirmed. Fingers crossed it stays that way.”
“Tomorrow night?” I glance at her while rinsing a plate. “We’ve got targets to track down tomorrow. Maybe two of us handle that and one comes with you?”
“What? No.” She waves me off. “I have a friend helping out. I booked her venue for the event, and she has her Alphas around if anything goes wrong. Plus, I have my Honda to take me into town.”
I grin, shutting off the water. “That Honda is getting pretty old. Might be time for an upgrade.”
“It runs perfectly fine, thank you very much.” She’s feigning offense, pointing her juice glass at me. “Not all of us have mansions and fancy trucks.”
“Yet,” I say. “Give it time, gorgeous.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling, and I’m licking my lips, still tasting maple syrup and her sweet pussy. Best fucking morning I’ve had in years.
14
HANNAH
I’m standing inside the Winterscape Bar, pressed against the exposed brick wall where the lighting is dim enough that no one in the bachelorette party crowd notices me, and I’m buzzing with excitement.
Tonight is going to be perfect.
The venue looks incredible. Ruby really came through for me, transforming her industrial-chic bar into something special. The usual tables and chairs have been cleared away, replaced by rows of seating facing a makeshift stage she built at the far end near the back wall. String lights crisscross the exposed-beam ceiling, casting warm amber glows that compete with the rotating colored spotlights she installed just for tonight. Silver and pink balloons cluster in corners, tied with matching ribbons. There’s a glittery banner across the back wall that reads SARAH’S LAST NIGHT OF FREEDOM in huge letters, and smaller decorations of champagne bottles and wedding rings scattered throughout.
The bar itself is closed during this event. The brick walls are decorated with more balloons and streamers, and there are high-top tables scattered around the perimeter for women who want drinks but still want to see the stage.
I owe Ruby big-time for this. She let me hire out her entire venue, and she gave me a fair price while helping set up everything.
Fifty women are packed into the rows of chairs facing the stage, already rowdy and excited. Bachelorette sashes, tiaras, and veils are scattered throughout the crowd. They’re drinking, laughing, the energy already high before the show even begins.
This is exactly what I wanted. What I planned for.
The music starts, a strong beat pumping through the speakers Ruby’s team positioned on either side of the stage. The lights dim except for the spotlights focusing on the stage.
