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The four of us cuddle in the living room to eat delicious Chinese takeout that makes me a very happy little omega. The electric fireplace is a beautiful backdrop.
Fitz spoiled me with all my favorite foods, but he’s always been great about remembering my order and knowing what things I don’t really eat.
I’m leaning close to his side, but his jaw is tense, and it’s throwing me off. I don’t like it one bit. My fingers tease down his stomach over the fabric of his shirt.
Is he upset about what happened between me and Warrick?I don’t like the idea that could be it.
Fitz means the world to me, but Warrick and Ramsey are quickly becoming equally important. They all balance me out in some way that makes me feel content. I’ve heard omegas talk about how each member of their pack fits a different piece of their soul. They say we’ll know when our group is complete because of the feelings of contentment and completion.
It’s complicated, because it feels a bit unfair to expect them to only be with me.
My hands shake as I start to panic. They wouldn’t make me choose between them, right? They know this is a closed unit… I mean, I think they do. Is that a talk we’re supposed to have? Do I need to clarify that? Is that why Fitz seems so off? I thought he was okay with things progressing between the four of us.
My eyes dart around.
Warrick is only a seat away in one of the club chairs. He’s got his bare feet kicked up on the coffee table.
Ramsey is on my other side, but he’s still nibbling at his fried rice.
“I’m picking up a weird vibe. Are you okay?” I ask close to Fitz’s ear. I smile, patting his stomach to offset the question, or maybe to comfort and reassure myself that he’s still here and letting me touch him.
“Yeah, we’ve ah…” Fitz slides his hand into my hair. “We’ve got something for you, but I’m a little nervous.”
My brow furrows, but I lean up and kiss his cheek. “You’ve got something for me?”
“Yeah,” Fitz says, but he still looks uncomfortable.
“Please don’t stress. I love everything you pick out,” I assure him, rubbing my nose against his.
“It’s our first group courting gift,” Fitz says, capturing my mouth in a slow and extremely arousing kiss. My heart pounds, because thank goodness. I was psyching myself out for no reason. I’m not sure how it happens, but he moves me into his lap as our tongues slide around each other’s. We make out as my hips roll over his, and his length hardens under my bottom. By the time we pull back, Ramsey and Warrick have cleaned the food off the coffee table, and in its place are a ton of fancy shopping bags.
Fitz spins me until my back rests against his chest. “Let’s do this.” He sounds so anxious that I pat his thigh, smiling up at him over my shoulder.
Warrick hands me a bag from the same store Fitz and I shopped at the other day. “Go on, pretty girl. Check out your first courting gift.”
“Thank you.” I glance around between the three of them so they know they’re all included.
“Get to it. Otherwise, I might demand that fashion show you owe me,” Ramsey says, holding his phone like he’s about to snap pictures.
I dig inside the bag and gasp as the items pile up on the couch next to us. It takes several clothing items, but it dawns on me. “This is all the stuff I tried on but didn’t get.”
“I asked the sales associates to round up everything you touched that day,” Fitz says against my ear. “Do you like it?”
“I fluffing love it.” I slap his thigh, twisting to kiss his chin.
“Forking? Fluffing?” Ramsey laughs. “That’s cute, but I swear I’ve heard you sayfuckbefore.”
“Yeah, I’m just trying to cut back. You’re bad influences when it comes to cursing.” I laugh. “I’m only joking.”
“Grab her the next one,” Fitz instructs as he pulls me deeper into his chest.
Ramsey grabs a super fancy gift box from a lingerie store and sets it in my lap. My jaw falls, because I’ve seen videos on social media about this place. “Uh-oh, the look of terror officially crossed her face.”
“Go on, Tinsel. Check out your goodies.” Fitz’s warm breath fans over my neck as he speaks. His arm tightens around me as he kisses my throat. “I wouldn’t mind a private show, either.”
I shiver, pulling the silvery blue ribbon. The top is lined with tissue paper, which I carelessly toss aside.
“Oh, wow,” I whisper as my fingers run over the silky baby blue and silver babydoll dress. “It’s so soft.” I pull it out, bringing it to my cheek. “Holy crap, Fitz. Is it long enough to cover my vagina?”
