Page 44 of Not Ready

“Yes, well, it’s a small town.” Mercer grabs a napkin, dabbing at my lips. “You had a bit of sauce leftover from your burger.” He chuckles.

“Young love,” Mercer’s mother says with a huff. “I’ve scheduled our reservation. Don’t let me keep you. Get back to your meal.”

“Texting is always an option,” Mercer says before she can disconnect. “Well, that’s coming faster than I’d like to think about.”

“So, I’ve got the pack paperwork if anyone wants to read through it before tomorrow,” Bishop says as Mercer places his phone on the table.

My entire body tenses.

“What’s tomorrow?” Holt asks.

“When we’re having everything notarized.” Bishop gives him a look that says duh.

“Got it. Yeah, I’d like to look over it.” Holt shoves his chair back, giving me a tight smile. “Have a good night.”

“Hmm,” Mercer says with a hint of concern lining his tone. His hand lands on my stomach, giving it a tender caress. My head tilts to look at him over my shoulder. Aurora always wakes up shortly after I finish eating, but I’m not sure if her present movements are strong enough for him to pick up. “That is strange.” He gives a soft smile.

“Dammit,” Bishop grunts, scooting his chair over. He has no shame, sliding up my dress and planting his hand on the lower half of my stomach.

My entire body feels oddly warm as their scents comfort my system. I’m usually quite opposed to people feeling my stomach, but that doesn’t seem to apply to them. The warm feeling radiates from my chest, and my cheeks get equally hot. I’m pretty sure I’m releasing soothing pheromones, which omegas only do when we’re content or trying to comfort our alphas.

It’s also extremely telling. It speaks heavily to how compatible we are.

Mercer clears his throat and says, “Your things should be delivered soon, but we do need to get you permanently moved into the primary bedroom. Bishop and I can help you gather your things?—”

“I’ll help her.” Bishop grins, smiling at my stomach. “But I won’t turn down a little help assembling the furniture for the nursery once it gets here.” He looks up at me, and his smile takes my breath away. “Did you pick a set you like?”

I nod. “It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you, gorgeous.” Bishop captures my mouth. It’s not a chaste kiss, which leads to me wiggling over Mercer’s lap.

His cock jumps under my bottom, and his grip on my stomach tightens. I think it’s in an attempt to hold me in place. I groan as Bishop scratches his teeth over my lower lip and pulls back.

Oh. My. God.

Two alphas are absolutely a lot to handle, but I’m not complaining. Being sandwiched between strong alphas might actually be my new favorite activity.

Chapter Seventeen

Bishop

Mercy looks a little like he might try to take me out to keep me from taking Vale from him. I don’t hate the idea of the two of them growing closer. Holt and Mercy are as close to packmates as I’ve found.

Well, those two and the younger Garza, but he’s been on assignment with Ranger for so long, it’s no longer weird that he’s not around.

That’s how we picked up Marina.

With Patrick Garza married and bonded and her other son away on a job, I think she needed someone to mother and look after.

Vale and I aim for her room.

She adorably makes the bed and then spins around, planting a hand on her hip. “Should I be stripping the sheets and taking them down to the laundry room?”

“Nope, the housekeepers will handle that.”

“Oh, I still feel kinda bad.”

“You’re cute, but not only are you pregnant, you’re also an omega. You’ve got to start expecting more pampering.” I grab all of her bags in one massive haul, and we head for the pack bedroom.

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