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“We?” My voice lifts. “Do all of you… Together…?”
“That a problem?”
The only problem is, I can’t join. “You’ll have to ask Serafina.”
Reese blinks. “Ask her what?”
“If she minds…pack relations.” Going by her texts, my sister is all in on sharing. Long as they’re man enough to eat ass.
Reese twists the cord of his City Cryptids hoodie.
Finally, one of them has a shirt.
“Honestly?” Reese releases the stretched string with a pop. “I don’t give a shit about Serafina. You’re the one we were waiting for.”
I breathe through the heart-squeeze. “Reese...”
“You coming?” He jumps out, playing his run-away strategy to perfection. “I have to borrow Dutch. Bish’ll be free now.”
It’s been hours, and I’m already so tired of arguing in Sera’s favor.
I’ve warned the guys enough.
Let her do the rest herself.
“Alpha Reese.” The desk lady shimmers when we step into the office. Her mint sours my throat.
I step between them, tall, but not tall enough to cut off her view.
“Capri.” Reese doesn’t turn to face her. He’s busy glowing over my possessive move. “It’s Alpha Meadows now.”
My heart squeaks.
Why do I do this to myself?
Before Capri can clap back, Reese tugs me down the hall. His fingers melt like stick butter on my skin.
I shiver again.
Reese eats a smug smile, pretending he doesn’t feel my reaction.
We’re all getting fantastic at pretending.
Entering the office, I brace for a second helping of sex brunch.
Bishop is too on his game. Every surface is wiped and de-scented from the bookshelves to the coffee table to Dutch’s pants folded in a small, perfect square on the leather office sofa.
The inbox, pen jar, and CEO name plate line neatly on Bishop’s desk, as if they weren’t recently knocked to the corporate carpet by his seismic thrusts.
“Dutch?” Reese calls. “You ready, bro? We’ve gotta bounce.”
The side door pops open.
Barreling through a puff of steam, Dutch rushes out with soaked hair and droplets rolling down his golden skin. “Solly!”
I dodge his tackle, but I can’t escape his arms.
Instead of crushing me to the couch, he pulls me against his bathwater-warm chest.
