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He smirks as his abs end up over my head. I can’t see much, but from the slurping sounds, I’d say it was a success. He ends up lying sideways across the top of the bed. I’m smacked with his pheromones, which isn’t appealing, but I focus on how happy Vale is. The yearning she feels to taste him fills the bond.

It’s strange.

Damn, I guess my dads forgot to mention that tiny detail when raving about pack life. I palm the baby belly and breathe in Vale’s scent from her hair as Holt growls.

Yeah, that’s going to take some getting used to. I snort as his abs ripple against my forehead. Pack life is definitely going to be an adventure, but it’s one I can’t wait to explore.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Vale

“Gorgeous, it’s a scratch,” Bishop says, shrugging his giant shoulder. “It’s practically nothing.”

“It is absolutely not nothing,” I hiss. “You got shot!”

I knew there was a reason he let his hair down. He purposely tossed it over the injury to try to hide it.

I was so relieved that he was here when I woke up, but now I’m frustrated because he’s not taking this as seriously as he should.

“Oh, sweet girl. It’s a graze. I didn’t get shot.”

“That’s a lie and you know it,” I snap, stomping my foot.

Holt chuckles from behind me. “I don’t think downplaying it was the best course of action.”

The three of us needed a quick cleanup, but once I caught sight of the ugly red gash on the top of Bishop’s shoulder, it stopped being a sensual shower.

Holt rubs his soapy palm across my abdomen.

I glare at him over my shoulder. Apparently, he didn’t get the memo that this is serious.

“He’s fine,” Holt says in a tender tone. “It really is just a scratch. It’s not even a through-and-through. A quarter of an inch higher, and it wouldn’t have even touched him.” He grinds his very hard cock against my ass, and it takes everything in me not to let myself be distracted. His shaft pulses as he rubs against my butt cheeks, and my thighs clench. I’m fairly sure he’s purposely trying to sidetrack me.

I exhale heavily, refocusing on the matter at hand.

“You’re going to the doctor.” My finger jabs at Bishop’s chest. “You promised you wouldn’t be in the action. I’m eternally grateful that the two of you don’t think it’s serious, but wounds can get infected.”

“Well, she’s right about that,” Holt says, sounding strangely jovial. “Why don’t you head on down and see the medic on duty?”

I nod, planting my hands on my hips. “That sounds like a very reasonable agreement so that I won’t spend all day worrying about you.”

“You’re a sneaky bastard,” Bishop growls at Holt. He pulls me to his slick, naked form, and the hot water from the rainfall showerhead cascades over me as it falls around his shoulders. He chuckles, turning us until the water runs down my back instead of ricocheting into my face. “If I go see Ramirez, will it make you feel better?”

“Yes.” I wrap my arms around his back, and his half-hard cock bounces around my stomach. It’s also quite distracting, but my concern wins out. “I love you. I just want you to be okay.”

“I love you too, gorgeous.” He slaps my wet ass. “I should probably check on Mercy, anyway. I’m shocked he hasn’t made it in yet.”

“Me too,” Holt says. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Vale finishes cleaning up.”

Bishop snorts. He sends me something in the bond that I can’t quite decipher, but I think it’s his acceptance, or maybe his approval. “You better take good care of her.” He bends down, gives me a final kiss on the forehead, and aims for the back of the shower where the exit is.

Holt smirks, prowling closer. His soaked brown curls fall over his forehead, only making him more attractive.

There’s something about the way his head tilts that makes me take a step back, followed quickly by another. My back hits the cool tile wall as Holt continues closer. He’s still ridiculously hard, and his tip bumps around my pelvis as his forearm hits the wall above my head.

I stare up at his bluish-gray eyes, a little intimidated by the look on his face.

My heart races.

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