“I love you.” My eyes closed as he stroked my hair.
“You are everything. You, Baby Lovely, and the pack.”
Someone thumped on the door.
“Are you done fucking? You should probably put some clothes on.” Fiona yelled.
“Hold on to your tits, we’ll be there eventually,” I yelled back playfully.
We cleaned up and got changed. Though he still wasn’t wearing a shirt.
We grabbed our things and he texted Kace that they could takeeverything back.
I held out my hand. “Ready?”
“Always.” He took my hand.
Someone banged on the door again.
I opened it. “I told you to hold your fucking tits.”
Fiona grinned. “I want you to hold mine.”
Laughing, I grabbed them. “Better?”
“Much. Ready?” she asked.
“We are.” I nodded. I looked at the rest of the pack. “Are you ready?”
Carlos slung an arm around my shoulder. “We’re ready. Let’s go eat.”
“Yes, let’s go.” Dusty jumped on his back and smacked his ass.
Making horse sounds, Carlos galloped out of the greenroom.
Yes, this was my pack. My chaotic beautiful pack.
Fiona hopped on Hale’s back, and they raced out of the stage area as Vixen finished her set.
I sighed as I increased my pace, glad I’d changed out of the heels.
They were going to keep me very busy–and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Epilogue One
Fiona
“You look beautiful, Mo Stóirín.” Saoirse zipped up the back of my dress.
“You look beautiful yourself.” I gave her a kiss.
She looked so hot that I wished we were alone, so I could crawl under her gown.
“Both of you are so beautiful that I can’t stand it,” Timotheé said. The blond omega assassin had a thick French accent, impeccable sense of style, and never let me forget that he was from Paris.
I hadn’t seen him in ages. It looked like he gained a little weight, but that wasn’t a bad thing. It also could be intentional for one of his missions. Often, he had to maintain a cover.
“You aren’t going to be able to run very fast in that dress,” Dom said as she looked to see if my makeup needed any finishing touches.
