She laughed. “I sort of do. You might want to spend some time with Dusty.”
“Just because I have a Dusty, doesn’t mean I’m not here for you,” I assured her.
“I know and just because I have a Hale and a Carlos doesn’t mean I don’t need you. Please don’t be afraid to go,No, my turn,” she added.
“Since when do I have trouble doing that? Do you want me to pick you up and carry you over my shoulder, too?” I laughed.
“Oh, please! That would be so funny. Though it would be equally funny if you picked up Dusty.” She giggled.
I chuckled. “He’d probably enjoy it way too much.”
“Is that a bad thing? Enjoying each other?” Her eyebrows waggled.
“I used to think it was, but I don’t anymore,” I admitted softly. Dusty could be a very good thing for me, if I let him.
So could this pack. This life.
“We need more drinks,” she announced.
We walked into the kitchen, and people were doing body shots off models. Hale was watching.
“Want to do one, Cowboy?” someone asked him.
Fiona marched over to him. “The only omega you do body shots off of is me.”
“I wouldn’t dare, Puddin’. May I?” He picked her up and put her on the counter.
Someone handed him a shot glass, and he put it between her cleavage.
“Shot, shot, shot, shot,” everyone chanted.
With practiced ease, he leaned over and took the shot. The kitchen cheered.
“Perfect.” Grabbing him by the shirt, Fiona kissed him.
An alpha eyed me. “Can I do body shots off of you?”
“Do you like body bags?” I gave him a look and helped myself to another beer from the big galvanized bucket.
I grabbed one for Dusty and went back out to the living room.
“Here. I brought you a beer.” I handed it to him as the music played. Carlos was with him.
Dusty beamed. “Thank you. It’s almost midnight, do I get a kiss?”
I pretended to think for a moment. “I suppose.”
Fiona joined us along with Hale. “I want all the kisses.”
“Your wish is my command.” Carlos gave her one of those sillybows.
“I can’t wait to give you a New Year’s kiss,” Hale added to both of them.
Dimitri and a few other people, including his sister, were coming around with champagne.
Dusty and I took our glasses.
“We should send my brother a picture,” I said.
