“Maybe? You can just watch if you want.”
He thought for a moment. “Seeing him fuck you would be hot. Sharing you would be hotter.”
I clenched.Yes, please.While I adored Carlos, being in a car full of alpha desire made me hunger for something else.
“I like that idea, Pumpkin. We can just see how the next few days go?” The last thing I wanted to do was push things.
Carlos kissed me. “Sounds perfect. Here, let me get these for you.”
He gathered all the treats from my arms, dropping a few, picking them up, and dropping more.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I can assist.”
“It’s fine. Go find Saoirse.” With a boyish grin, he trotted off.
Saoirse was sitting at a table, holding a sausage and eyeing Dusty as he had two forks, each with a roll on them, as he made them dance.
“Oh, come on, it’s funny.” Hurt filled Dusty’s orange and balsam scent.
“You’re making bread dance.” She took another bite, completely unbothered. “Did you have fun, Mo Stóirín?”
“Tons, Love.” I kissed her, licking the spicy mustard off her lips.
“Do you want one? I’ll get you one. Cici, do you need anything else?” Dusty set down the fork-and-bread feet.
She waved him off with a manicured hand. “I’m fine.”
Dusty darted off.
“That won’t get old, fast,” she murmured. “What would happen if I pushed him off a ski lift?”
I took a sip of her iced coffee. “If you film it, he’ll probably get a million views and a sponsorship from a parachute company.”
“Probably.” She pulled me to her and buried her face in my shoulder. “Mo Stóirín.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her tight. Finally, she kissed the top of my head. I looked up into her blue eyes. The blue eyes that had drawn me to her the first time I saw her at a club in Ireland.
“I’m fine with you sleeping with him,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “He’s just a good fuck.”
“I love that for you.” I spied Hale pulling a basket with snacks. “I kissed Hale. What if I fucked him?”
“Alphas do scratch an itch for omegas.” She shrugged. “Not sure he’s a keeper though. He’s what, twenty?”
“Twenty-one, I think? He’s in his last year of undergrad,” I replied. Yes, he was younger than me. But not that much.
I’d recently turned twenty-three. Carlos was twenty-four. Saoirse was twenty-seven. Not sure how old Dusty was. Probably about Carlos’ age.
“But you’re right. He’s still figuring his shit out. Maybe in a few years. Those boots do it for me, though,” I added. Was he a real cowboy or a fake one?
Honestly, it didn’t matter to me.
Oh, I was just a horny little omega, wasn’t I?
At least I had a couple of people happy to oblige.
Chapter Eight
