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I laugh breathlessly, still catching my breath. “You’ve already bought me so much.”

He shakes his head, eyes dark and intent on mine. “I want to give you everything, sunshine. Starting with a real nest.” His hand strokes possessively down my side. “Because you’re mine, Cammie. You’re staying here with me. And you need a proper nest.”

My omega sparks with excitement. “Really?”

“Yes,” he says, smiling that slow, devastating smile. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“I would go anywhere just to leave this house for a while,” I admit with a grin. “But yeah… I want the nest too.”

Piers chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine. “So you’re more excited about getting out than about the nest?”

“No,” I say quickly, laughing. “I definitely want the nest. But going anywhere will be good.”

He leans down and kisses me again, slow and deep. “I’ll get it all arranged for tomorrow.”

I smile against his mouth, still locked on his knot. Tomorrow sounds perfect.

thirty-five

Leith

Piers messaged me three days ago about a pack outing to the nesting store with Cammie. We still haven’t caught the stalker. No one’s seen a single trace of Shayna Cummins since she sent the bear. She’s a ghost. And now Piers wants to take Cammie out in public like everything’s fine?

I hated the idea then. Still hate it.

But his plan fell through anyway. Partially because Piers refused to let her off his cock after he finally got her there. And then when they did emerge from his room, it was to discover Beck had been called into the hospital for an unscheduled shift.

So even though I still think this is a bad idea, at least I’ve had time to put the full security detail in place. It's not the date I wanted to give her. But keeping her safe is the most important thing I can offer right now. So that's what I'm giving.

Piers was clear in the group chat: No one mentions the stalker to Cammie or that fucking teddy bear. And make the guards as inconspicuous as possible. I still think she should know. But I’ll go along with Piers. For now.

We pile into the SUV. Piers takes the wheel like always. I slide into the front passenger seat, eyes already moving over the driveway, the gate, the road beyond. Cammie settles in the back with Beck and Finn.

The second the doors close, Beck grabs for her with a dramatic groan, pulling her straight into his lap. “Finally,” he says, arms wrapping around her waist. “Piers has been hogging you these past few days. It’s criminal.”

“As if you didn’t keep me all to yourself after our first time.”

Beck chuckles. “Yeah, but I was doing it for professional reasons.”

From the corner of my eye, I see Cammie grin as she grinds back against Beck’s lap, teasing him. Her warm laugh fills the car. Finn leans in from her other side. He cups her cheek gently and kisses her. Soft at first, then deeper, like he’s been waiting days for this. When they break apart, he rests his forehead against hers.

“I missed you too,” he murmurs.

Cammie kisses him again, softer this time. “I missed you.”

I watch them in the side mirror. Finn’s still quiet and careful, but there’s a new ease in the way he touches her in front of the rest of us. Like he’s finally comfortable claiming his place. I’m impressed.

Piers glances at me from the driver’s seat, one eyebrow raised. I give him a small nod. The car pulls out of the driveway, security vehicles falling in behind and ahead of us. I keep my eyes on the road, on the mirrors, on every possible threat.

But in the back, Cammie is laughing again between Beck and Finn. Then her warm laughter begins to turn into something sultrier. The scent of her fills the car. Thick, sweet vanilla and lavender hitting the air, mixing with Finn’s rain and grass and Beck’s bright citrus until the whole vehicle smells like pure sex.

“What are you doing back there, sunshine?” Piers asks from behind the wheel, voice low with amusement or heat. Probably both.

She lets out a little gasp of pleasure that goes straight to my cock. I can’t stop myself. I turn in my seat to look.

Cammie is still in Beck’s lap, skirt rucked up high around her waist, legs hooked over his knees and spread wide. Beck’s hands are under her shirt, teasing her nipples while his mouth drags along her neck. Finn has pulled her panties to the side. His fingers are working her clit in slow, deliberate circles before two of them sink deep into her hot, wet core.

Finn looks up and locks eyes with me. Cammie follows his gaze. And then she rides Finn’s fingers. Slow, shameless rolls of her hips while sitting on Beck’s lap, all while making unrepentant eye contact with me.