Page 85 of Not Ready

Things are very blurry between us.

I tend to get attached to people pretty easily.

Maybe it’s part of being an omega.

I don’t know, but I don’t like the idea that things between us have a timer counting down to zero.

“I’m sure you’ve gotten the speech from the other two, but we get tested after every mission.” His free hand tilts my face up even farther, and his thumb brushes over my jaw. “It’s been a whole lot of missions since I’ve been with anyone.”

I scoff.

Or maybe snort.

It’s a combination of the two.

His eyes narrow, which strangely makes my nipples tighten.

With his forearm framing my head and his body so close to mine, my impulses hum in approval. I like being caged in by a strong alpha, and I don’t feel an ounce of shame about that fact.

He brushes his lips over mine as his muscular form presses against me. “I’m attracted to you. And I’m not in the business of blowing smoke up anyone’s ass just to make them happy. Believe me or don’t.”

“Sorry, it’s just…” My cheeks heat, and not due to the temperature of the water. “You’re really hot.”

He slams his mouth to mine and moves his hand from my jaw to tease down my side.

Holt is a bossy kisser. He leads the kiss like he wants me to understand he’s in control. His tongue swirls around mine as he slides his hand between my butt and the wall.

He yanks me into him, making his cock slap against my pussy lips.

I moan shamelessly as he pulls back, pecking a final, teasing kiss on my mouth.

“You have no idea what tasting my cum on your tongue does to me,” he says. I freaking shiver in response, and a throaty chuckle escapes his lips. “Come on. Have a seat on the bench. I promised Bishop that I’d make sure you got clean.”

He winks and my knees get wobbly.

I’m a little shocked our shower doesn’t lead to more sexy times, but he simply pampers the hell out of me, even helping me shampoo and condition my hair.

The level of care and tenderness he shows makes me all melty inside.

I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to be very careful where Holt is concerned. The last thing I want is to end up pining after him when our agreement comes to an end.

Once we make it out of the shower, he dries me off and leaves me to get dressed while he does the same.

I don’t have a lot of stuff that fits, but dresses seem to work the best. I’ve always liked soft, stretchy fabrics, and they’re pretty forgiving, despite how much my body has changed.

The movers unloaded my stuff from my apartment in the old room I was using, but I settle for one of the dresses I brought with me.

Once I’m clothed and my hair is partially dried, I aim to find Holt.

I plan to ask him to take me to check on Bishop and Mercer if they aren’t back yet.

I yank open the bedroom door and jolt when Mercy is right outside. Bishop is just coming our way down the hall.

“Did you know he got shot?” I ask Mercy, planting a hand on my hip and pointing to Bishop with the other. Yes, I’m still a little hung up on that, but I’m not from their world. This feels like a really big deal to me.

“I did not.” Mercy breaks out into a tired smile. “Well, not until he was already patched up. I missed you last night.” He loops his arm through mine, wrapping it around my back.

My heart races as he dips his mouth to mine. He keeps the kiss relatively chaste, and when he pulls back, Bishop gives me a soft smile.

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