Page 47 of Pucking the Enemy

Roman sat up, eyes on Phillip, who was still putting the board game away. “I never thought I’d see the day where you got bested!”

“I know,” Phillip agreed, but there was a smile on his face. “She’s pretty fun to have around. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but you showed good taste in bringing her home.”

“Why is that such a surprise?” Roman laughed.

“Do you not remember the blonde puck bunny you dated last year? She was a nightmare.”

I snickered. That psycho had tried to burn Roman’s car after they had a quickie and he decided she wasn’t for him.

She hadn’t taken the news well.

“That’s not my fault! I made it clear it was a one-night-only thing. She just got addicted to my dick… I mean, who can blame her?”

“Don’t let sweetness hear you talking about your dick in other women,” I warned.

Roman’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit. Never! I was a pure virgin when Duchess deflowered me.”

Phillip and I burst into laughter. “If you were a virgin, I’m the pope,” I said.

“Do you think we could convince her to move in here?” Phillip asked. “I don’t like her being so far away when she’s pregnant.”

“I don’t think any of us are fans of the situation. Hopefully, in time, we can convince her to stay—especially once the baby is born,” Roman said, running his hand through his hair.

Nodding, I considered how much better our home would be with an omega—with Hazel—living here. She brought a unique warmth to the place I hadn’t realized was missing.

“I’ll start converting the study into a space for her. Even if she doesn’t want to move in, she should have a space here.” Phillip said.

Before I could open my mouth to confirm that I thought that was an excellent idea—especially considering the study was next to my room—Hazel padded back into the room. With a lazy smile, she wandered over to the couch where Roman and I were sitting and sat in between us. Without missing a beat, I snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap. Roman went to do the same, but was a second too late.

“No fair!” he shouted, pouting.

“You snooze, you lose.” I laughed, burying my face in Hazel’s hair. She nestled into my chest without any hesitation.

“What should we do next? More board games?” she asked, but her final word was punctuated by a yawn.

“How about a TV show? Or a movie?” I suggested. The idea was partially selfish, because if we were watching something together, she would stay nestled into me.

“If you suggest horror, I will punch you,” Hazel grumbled into my chest.

“I would never dream of it, sweetness,” I said in a mock-solemn voice.

“We just downloaded a season of that new fantasy show with dragons, if that’s what you want to watch?” Phillip suggested.

“That sounds nice,” Hazel said.

Roman, not needing any further instruction, grabbed the TV remote and scrolled through the various menus until he found the show.

Phillip grabbed a blanket off the side of the sofa and casually threw it over me and Hazel before returning to an arm chair on the far side of the room, settling down to watch the show with us.

As the opening credits of the show played, Hazel’s hands started to wander, sliding across my chest, under my T-shirt.

“Getting handsy there, sweetness?” I asked.

She looked up at me, startled. “Sorry!” Her face turned an adorable shade of red. “I wasn’t even thinking!”

“You’re free to explore me any time you want.” I smirked at her, and she bit her lip, turning back to face the TV screen.

I also turned back to the screen, sad that Hazel didn’t continue feeling me up.

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