I walked to the far side of the bed and sank gratefully onto the mattress. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, my knee was throbbing. The bed was large enough for Gabriel to sprawl out without disturbing me, but with Bridget in the middle, it felt much smaller. I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling. I wanted to curl around Bridget’s back, but with my cock still painfully hard, I worried that would give her the wrong impression.
To my surprise, she rolled toward me. Her blue eyes were still anxious, her hands pressed together on the pillow beneath her head. “Are you sure you don’t want to kick me out?”
I turned to face her, then brushed a finger across her cheekbone where her color was highest. “Never.”
She yawned. “We’ll see how you feel in the morning.” Her eyes closed, and the lamp cast shadows from her long lashes across her cheeks. I lifted my head slightly to see Gabriel shift closer to her. He sent me a wash of love and affection down the bond, and I answered in kind before switching out the light.
Bridget’s scent was still strong in the room. And somehow, even with her a few inches away, I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.
Chapter 21 - Bridget
I kept my eyes closed when I woke up. The night before had to have been a dream, conjured by my overactive, horny imagination. It all seemed like a feverish hallucination.
Who was I kidding? My imagination wasn’tthatgood. Which meant it was very real, and now I had to deal with the consequences.
It had been an accident. I’d been unable to sleep. Andrew’s scent had sunk into my hair, and someone had jacked up the heat. I’d been sweaty and uncomfortable. Finally I got up for a glass of water.
I hadn’t been trying to hear anything. I hadn’t expected to. But I paused when I heard a soft moan coming from the bedroom Andrew and Gabriel shared. Silence fell again until I heard Andrew’s voice, soft but unmistakable, say, “You like that, don’t you?”
A torrent of uncontrollable desire had taken my breath away. I had to grip the counter as my knees buckled.
Standing outside their door, brushing my fingers softly over my clit as I listened to their soft groans, to Gabriel’s whispered begging, had been the most deliciously wicked thing I’d ever done. Until the door opened, of course.
I suspected there had been some kind of pheromonal component to my behavior. There had to be. It was so out of character that it felt like I’d been wearing someone else’s skin. Clearly, such close quarters with Andrew’s Alpha scent affected even my weak Omega instincts.
The room was still dark. Deep, measured breaths sounded in front of and behind me while I waited for my eyes to adjust. I could make out Gabriel, one arm thrown carelessly over his head, one leg thrust out of the covers.
During the night, Andrew had moved closer. I could feel the heat of him behind me, though we were not quite touching. Sleep had mellowed his clove and amber scent, but it was still heady enough to make my thighs clench.
A flash from last night. His fingers inside me while those green eyes bored into mine. Gabriel behind me, hard all over even while he whispered soft praise in my ear.
But along with the memory of the pleasure came the shame.
I put my hands over my face and gritted my teeth, as if that could help. The embarrassment was physically painful. I needed to get out and back to Maggie’s house before I did anything else so insanely selfish and stupid. Omega hormones were no excuse.
Andrew stirred behind me. One of his hands snaked across my hip and over my waist, heavy and warm. He pulled me closer until my back hit his chest. I froze.
Surely he was still asleep, or he wouldn’t be touching me like that. Gabriel hadn’t moved, either. Maybe I could extricate myself and get out the door before they realized I was gone.
“Don’t even think about it,” Andrew’s voice rumbled from behind me. I felt it vibrate through my torso.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” I whispered, annoyed that he could somehow read my mind.
“I was,” he said, giving me another squeeze. “Is this… okay?”
I wanted to laugh. Was it okay? His touching me, the feeling of his breath tickling my ear as he spoke, the smooth heat of his bare skin was more than okay. I didn’t say that, but I placed my arm over his. It was easier to touch him when I couldn’t see his face. “How did you know I was going to get up?”
“Your whole body tensed.” His thumb was now brushing against me in rhythmic sweeps. Gabriel was still fast asleep, and I watched his chest rise and fall. A layer of coarse, dark hair that I wanted to touch curled across his chest.
“I can’t stay here,” I said after a moment. “I’ll die of embarrassment. Actually, I might already be dead.”
“I know you don’t believe me right now, but there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” His thumb was brushing higher on my ribs, almost to the underside of my breast.
“That’s easy for you to say,” I hissed. “You caught me…” I veered away from that minefield. “I told you I was avirgin.”
Andrew’s answering purr was not what I expected. He shifted slightly behind me. “It’s very caveman of me, but… Baby, do you know what that does to me?”
It felt like I’d stepped off a ledge. “No,” I whispered.
