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It’s only when I happen to look down over his shoulder that I notice the impressive bulge tenting his gym shorts. My fingers still, and Dante clocks the change in motion. Turning back to catch my eye, he notices my line of sight and lets out a deep chuckle.

“My shoulders are up here, omega.” He wiggles the body part I should be focusing on.

I resume my massage but can’t pull my attention fully away from the erection I caused. “Do you…” I let my words trail off and rub my fingers down his spine to massage his sides.

“I’ll be fine.” He shifts his shorts to ease the fabric that is surely strangling his cock. “That’s why we have cold showers.”

Trying not to be a total horndog, I focus on helping his shoulder pain and not on what it would feel like to hop up and go sit on his lap right now.

“You played well during practice this morning.” His praise speeds my heart rate.

“I know,” I say, giving his sides another squeeze.

“And you were a good friend to Emily tonight.”

“Are you trying to talk about other things to deflate your erection?”

“I was trying to, yes.” His laugh is warm and easy.

“I’ll follow your lead.” I try to add a sultry tone to my words, and his little groan tells me I nailed it. If only it didn’t make my lady parts turn to flames. Maintaining my control would be a lot easier if he didn’t keep making those sexy noises and smelling like a summer picnic. It wouldn’t really be that bad if we were together, right? I’ve been with some of the other guys lately and it’s been fine.

I work my hands over his shoulders to his tight pecs, slowly inching my touch down the ridges of his abs. Before I can get any farther, he says, “Omega,” in a commanding tone that has me shifting back an inch or two and squeezing my thighs.

“Fine,” I sigh. That omega part of me, the part I pushed to the back corner of my mind for years, full-on whines at being deprived of the treat tempting me in Dante’s lap.

I clear my throat and return my focus to his shoulders. “Do you want me to get some muscle rub?”

“No. Ellis is already worried.”

Yeah, Ellis smelling the muscle rub would just make things worse. I wish I could take away Dante’s pain all together. I hate seeing any of my men hurt. It makes something in my chest ache, like a bruise.

“This is helping.” Dante reaches up and gives my hand a quick, affectionate squeeze. “Thank you.”

I lean down to plant a small kiss on his injured shoulder, then sit back and return to my massage on the balcony under the French stars.

27

Dante

The first thing I hear when I wake up is Meggie’s panicked cursing. “Shit! Where are they?”

I pull on a pair of shorts and find her in the bathroom, tearing things out of the drawers. The mirror is still clouded with steam from her shower and her hair is dripping wet.

“You okay, little omega?”

“I can’t find my suppressants.”

My stomach drops to the floor.

“What?” McQuinn pokes his head into the room, a worried expression on his face.

The rest of the guys crowd into the hall, drawn, as I was, by Meggie’s cursing. They squeeze close, trying to see into the bathroom that’s only big enough for her and me.

I take hold of her shoulders and turn her to face me. She needs to take a beat and calm down before we all start losing our shit. “It’s okay, we’re going to find them. Where did you see them last?”

She’s looking around the bathroom, breathing hard, unable to focus. “They were right here! I took them last night before we went to dinner with Em and they were right here!”

Harrison pushes his way forward. “Oz, search the bedroom.”

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