Page 97 of The Rogues

“Do you like that, Omega?” I ask. “Do you like that your presence turns me inside out? Sends my hormones out of whack?”

She tries to stifle a giggle but fails. “I like it too much, I’m afraid.”

I pull her to me, my need for us to be closer overriding everything else. Her core slides over me, and she moans into my kiss, the sound heading straight to my dick as it hardens beneath her movements.

With each second entangled with her, my chest feels a little bit lighter, and my limbs start to relax. I know she likes when I’m rough, but I am holding onto a rut by the skin of my teeth, and without Cyrus’s guidance, I am not going to take any chances with my sweet omega.

It feels like forever before we come up for air. My hands grip the silky strands of her hair, and the lulling noise that escapes her lips makes my hard cock twitch.

“Josie…” I start, and the feeling inside me overrides everything, every bit of logic and rationality that I normally hold in such high regard. It feels like it’s going to burst right out of me, my body unable to hold all of it inside anymore.

She looks at me intently, her eyes glossy and her lips red from our kiss. Her hands run down the sides of my neck as she watches me. “What’s going on, Remi? Are you okay?” she asks. “You’re being kind of intense right now.”

That earns her a chuffed laugh because it’s true. I’m normally the calm one, the tame one. I’m sure I look anything but tame right now as I struggle to figure out what to say.

“I’ve always been the easy one to get along with,” I tell her, emotion clawing behind my eyes. “But it’s made me boring to others. Tabloids only like to talk about my potential prospects. They focus on my looks, because I don’t give them anything to work with when it comes to my personality.”

“But you see me, Josie. I don’t have to be flashy, or excitable, or dazzling. I can just be myself, and that is the greatest gift. I’ve never thought of it before, how much I wanted to be cared for by someone who could see all of me, even the parts that might seem boring.”

She nods, like she’s agreeing with me, like she does see who I am. “Remi.”

“I love you, Josie Rosewood. I love you so much, and I can’t breathe some days from the weight of it. I love your softness, and your loyalty, and how much you care about everyone around you. I love the little things you do to show how much you listen, and I love how vital you are to our pack. Before, we were good, but now, we are a unit.” I take a deep breath. “I know it may be early, and we’re still figuring things out, but I needed to get it out of my body before it suffocated me. I love you.”

Josie gasps, the sound soft and beautiful, as her smile widens. “I love you too, Remington Ainsworth.” All the pent-up anguish seems to escape my body and I hold her closer. “I love your calm, and your wit. I love your mindfulness and your perceptiveness and your hair.” She giggles as her fingers furrow deeper into my long locks. “And I love when your intensity is set on me.”

A slight growl comes up from my alpha, knowing that she is complimenting him just as much as she is me. A wet laugh escapes me, the emotions overtaking me. I pull her into my body, my face finding a home in the crook of her shoulder.

“I’m so happy you came into my life,” I say against her skin, causing a shiver to roll down her spine.

Josie holds on tighter, her scent the brightest I have ever scented it. It’s not just one flute of champagne—it’s an entire goddamn tray, and the whole thing has been poured directly over my head.

Happily so.

She pulls back, her smile huge and cheeks stained with happy tears. I wipe them away, one by one, and then kiss her head.

“Let’s go out to brunch tomorrow. We only have a few days left in Canada, let’s take advantage of it.”

She gives me an excited grin. “Chocolate croissants and Canadian bacon?”

“Whatever you want, it’s yours, Omega.”

THIRTY-TWO

Out of all the places to fall in love, I never thought Canada would be in the running.

Paris, Milan, Puerto Rico. Maybe even Scotland or Japan, but never Canada. But this has become the place of my dreams, because it is the place where I found love with the most unlikely of candidates.

I’m already picturing trips back here in the future, all six of us gallivanting to all the places that mean something to us. Seeing other bands play at the same venues we did, eating the best poutine, and getting tattoos even if Rox Tats goes out of business.

It’s a beautiful future to picture, but I know the present is even better. Nothing can take away the shine I feel from being admired and loved the way I deserve by my men. And that’s why I can’t go much longer without telling the rest of them how I feel.

Remi surprised me with his declaration, and I’ve been riding a high ever since. He loves me; this burly, reserved, emotionally intelligent man, with his sweet scent and his calming presence. I’ve never felt so lucky to be in his orbit, so lucky to be the omega meant for him.

My skin is cold from the lotion I’ve slathered on. Patiently waiting for it to dry is slowly driving me insane, but the Canadian chill has been drying me out. I also partially think my stress levels are to blame. The closer I get to the guys, the more worried I am for the inevitable disaster of Cleo finding out. Now that I’m thinking long term—like bonding and my first heat—I know it’s going to be sooner rather than later, and that definitiveness is terrifying.

A knock sounds on the door to my hotel room and I feel myself cheesing before I can stop it. I’m hoping to bring Remi right back here after our little brunch date since I’m not stuck in a suite with the girls this time. I pull my robe off and finally slide on my clothes; nothing flashy or anything that will draw attention, but something that still looks presentable as well as cozy.

But when I open the door, it isn’t Remi standing there waiting for me; it’s the girls, beaming wide with champagne bottles in their grips.