Well, damn. She knows just how to play me.
I sigh. “Yes.”
“Alrighty then.” She grins, bending over to pull on a pair of lacy black panties that I definitely am going to tear off later.
West stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his clean hand before Jo goes over to him and presses a kiss to his lips. “You’ll have to let me return that claimin’ later, Doctor,” she whispers before checking herself in the mirror one last time and going downstairs.
“Welp,” West sighs, running his hand over his hair. “Let's get this over with.”
twenty-seven
Jo
I’m about to meet my beta’s parents for the first time, and they won’t even know he belongs to me. As I sit in the front seat of the car, the memory of his tongue sweeping across my aching clit fresh in my mind, I’m suddenly not sure it’s such a bad thing.
Nothing like meeting your in-laws after a fresh fucking.
West smirks at me from the back seat as if he can tell just by looking at me what has been playing on repeat in my mind the entire drive over.
“What are you thinking about, Trouble?” Sam murmurs, glancing at me from the driver’s seat. “You smell like the world’sbest apple pie.” He pauses, his head tilting slightly. “An apple pie that’s been shot and left in the rain.”
A snort leaves me at the creative interpretation of mine and Kole’s scents mixed together. “Kole had a, uh…a hard time thinkin’ about the fact that West’s parents would think that I’m only your omega.”
The alpha chuckles. “Of course he did. Did he mark you up real good?”
His words send heat licking up my spine.
“I helped,” West grins, leaning forward. “She bent over the bed while—”
“Okay!” I laugh, resisting the urge to fan myself like a debutante being flirted with for the first time. “Let’s not relive it quite yet, okay? I don’t need to meet your parents all hot and bothered. They don’t need physical proof that omegas are needy messes on a good day.”
West frowns. “Jo…”
“It’s fine,” my voice comes out a squeak, “it’s just, at the very least, even if they don’t directly work for Xavier, they must share his views to some degree, right?”
He sighs. “Honestly, Siren, I’m not sure. I wasn’t taught anything crazy about the designations growing up, but Aidan says the BLU has only been active for the last five years or so. It’s entirely possible they’ve gone under a complete change in their beliefs. We aren’t especially close, so I don’t know if I would have even noticed.”
“So there’s a chance they won’t be disgusted by me?” I’m not entirely sure why I care, considering they won’t be meeting me as the center of their son’s pack, but Sam’s omega, but I do.
A whole damn lot.
“Oh, Siren,” his voice is soft, “they could never be disgusted by you. I know it’s hard to believe, but…I really don’t think my parents are in on any of this.”
“I hope you’re right,” Sam mutters, pulling into the parking lot of the address West’s parents sent over. I frown, looking around the area. It’s a Park & Ride lot, full of empty cars.
Why would they have us comehere?
“Are you sure you put in the right address?” West leans forward, looking at the GPS in the dashboard.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Sam rolls his eyes, “4384 West Hawthorne Road.”
Movement out of the corner of my eye has my head whipping around, and my gaze lands on a pair of betas making their way towards us.
Christopher and Whitney Monroe.
It’s like they split their DNA down the middle and gave exactly one half of their features to West. While my beta got his father’s nose and mouth, he got his mother’s eyes and chin. The boxbraids West had mentioned before are pulled into a topknot, and I wish I could look half as elegant as she does.
West is getting out of the car in an instant, and I hear a proper voice call out, “Weston!”
