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“Good. Now get some clothes on before someone walks in and sees you.”
“You just said you didn’t care.”
I shake my head and kiss her cheek. “Nope. I said they could walk in while I fucked you, but if someone comes in now, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re such an alpha.”
“You love it,” I say, repeating what she said back to her.
Brady hasthe fire set up by the time we get home. Quinn beat me home by a few seconds, but she’s not out with my brothers. Nodding at me, Austin raises his tumbler full of whiskey in hello.
“What took you so long?”
I grasp the strap of my workout bag and smirk. “A little omega needed to be taught a lesson.”
They both chuckle and the back door glides open. I glance over my shoulder, seeing Quinn in a comfy pair of yoga pants and one of Austin’s shirts. She should be in mine, but considering she smells like my cum, I can’t complain.
“Fancy seeing you here,” she murmurs, placing her hand on my chest and rising onto her toes to steal a kiss.
“Mmm. You smell wonderful.”
She laughs and wrinkles her nose. “Because I smell like you.”
I dive in and tug her bottom lip between my teeth, earning a moan. “And that,” I say as I release her, “is my favorite.”
“I love my scent on you. Do you want to change?” she asks.
Glancing down at my gym clothes that probably stink, I nod. “I’ll be back. Pour me one?” I ask Austin.
Quinn tucks herself between my brothers on the outdoor couch, and I ignore the pang of jealousy. That may never go away, but knowing she’s with all of us makes it easier to bear walking away and letting them shower her with attention. I make my way up the stairs and toss my dirty clothes into the laundry basket. My phone dings in the pocket of the bag.
Mick
The Regional Fist is coming up. Can I count on you representing Alpha MMA Club?
Chewing on my lip, I run my hand through my hair and sit on the edge of my bed, cradling the device. The Regional Fist is my key to a national competition, but it falls around the same time as the summer semester finals. I’ve been keeping up with my studying, but training for the championship would mean less time to ensure I pass.
And Brady...well, he said he’d support me, no matter what. I guess now’s as good a time as any to see if he really feels that way.
I leave the phone on the bed and take a quick rinse, washing the sweat from the workout off my skin. Unfortunately, that takes Quinn’s scent away, too, but I’ll nab her from my brothers and remedy that as soon as I get downstairs. Toweling off as quick as I can, I tug on some black joggers and a soft gray shirt, snatching my device and heading downstairs.
Quinn is in the middle of telling the guys about her latest perfume order. I take my drink from Austin and set it on the table before scooping Quinn off the couch and settling back in her spot with her nestled into my lap.
She rolls her eyes at me. “Anyway, like I was saying, I’ll be shipping it out next Wednesday. It’s my biggest order to date, but I’m actually managing it pretty well.”
Rubbing my cheek against her hair, I hum near her ear. “Just like you managed my cock earlier?”
A tiny growl rumbles in her chest. “Is that all you think of?”
“Yes,” Brady and Austin say at the same time, and I throw my head back and laugh.
“You guys are so horny.” Quinn snatches my whiskey and takes a drink, then makes a face. “God, that’s disgusting. I’m going to grab a glass of wine. Do you guys need anything?”
I tighten my arms around her waist. “Since you’re offering?—”
“Something besides a blow job,” she says.
“Spoilsport.” I pretend to pout, letting her go and crossing my arms over my chest.
