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I don’t say anything.

I’ve got no experience to compare.

It used to bother me when the guys I played football and baseball with would taunt me about it, but I’m really fucking grateful I get to tell her I waited forher. If we hadn’t met until later in life, then that would be one thing, but I’ve always known she’s it for me. The idea of fucking someone else not only felt slimy, but it felt disrespectful. I would have been using them to pass the time. I’ve always known that she’s my endgame. I’ve done everything in my power to not fuck that up.

“Okay,” Warrick says to his brother, but he looks directly at me. “You remind her to eat, take her medicine, use the bathroom before bed. You follow her with your eyes anytime she’s in a room. You’ll piss her off to keep her safe. Tell me what part of that says you haven’t been topping her long before we came on the scene.”

My jaw falls.

“Damn.” Ramsey chuckles softly. “He might be right.”

“And you.” Warrick looks at his brother. “You mistake having a woman be on top during sex for not being in control. You might be right—not all alphas are Doms—but I’m not the type of top who wants to be called Sir. I don’t want her deference in anything except matters of safety and her well-being. I’d never be with anyone I couldn’t trust to stick up for themselves or tell me if something was too much.”

I nod.

I’ve got a similar sentiment when it comes to Tinsel. Maybe I’ve never had the chance to explore those desires, but I do know I’ve got them. Her tongue flicks over my fingers as she sleeps.

My head falls back as I groan.

“She’s naturally submissive,” Warrick starts. “But I think part of that is because omegas crave stability. They want a foundation and someone to look after them. Does it mean they can’t make choices for themselves—”

“Fuck no,” Ramsey and I say at the same time. That was kind of loud, and all three of our gazes fall to the sleeping beauty, but she’s still out.

“Exactly,” Warrick says. “But they are more comfortable when they can pass off decisions they don’t want to have to make. Our domineering, protective impulses have someone to focus on, and it allows them to feel secure. Nature designed that compatibility perfectly.”

My free hand moves from her back up to palm her head. I’ve always done everything I can to keep her safe. I’m not afraid to make the calls that she finds overwhelming, but I in no way control her.

Nor would I ever want to.

The one exception to that was when she started dating.

I really didn’t want her with anyone but me.

I did everything I could to get her to take me seriously. I asked her to prom and somehow ended up bringing her and my little sister. Which was awkward as fuck, but it kept her from going with any of the other assholes who would have inevitably asked—at least for that year.

Warrick can scowl and grunt and she flutters her lashes and finds it endearing. I don’t know how to convince her to see me as an option.

“I hate you,” I say, looking at Warrick.

He snorts. “You’ll get there. She cares about you too. It’s plain to see.”

“She isn’t interested in me like that.” At times, I’ve been convinced she is, but she always closes off shortly after we have a moment.

“You’ve got to make an actual move.” Ramsey leans forward like he’s about to impart some secret wisdom. “She seemed surprised when I told her how into her I am, but she was receptive. You’ve got to give her a sign. Something that she can’t write off as her misinterpreting it.”

“Women love to wake up to orgasms.” Warrick scratches his jaw. “Never mind. You need existing groundwork for that. I don’t think you’re quite at that level. Take her to bed, and when she wakes up, flat out tell her you want to court her.” He nods, agreeing with himself.

I study her face as she grunts in her sleep. What if I fuck everything up and she pushes me away completely?

“I think you’ve got to, bro,” Ramsey says. “It’s been too long, and you got friend zoned.” He laughs. “Which is kind of wild, considering.”

“Watch it,” I growl.

“Consideringit’s clear you’re head over dick in love with her. I don’t get how she’s missed it.” Ramsey jabs a tattooed finger at me. “And don’t ever assume I’m about to say something shitty. Not cool, man.”

“Sorry.” I’ve gotten overly defensive about anything to do with her. I’ve had to cut people out of my life when they couldn’t respect that she’s it for me. I guess I do have some traits of my designation because I’m stubborn as hell. I’ve never been one to fall in line just to fit in.

“It needs to be a team effort,” Ramsey says. “All three of us as a united front. She gave me the talk about how she hasn’t presented.”

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