Page 36 of Packed Up In Vegas

I stripped off my shirt, which was a task and a half because she refused to get off of me first. “Better?”

Callie shook her head. “More.”

I wrestled my way out of my pants, and when I was bare, she settled her weight completely on me, her face tucked against my throat.

“Perfect.” She immediately started purring again when Amir piled on the blankets we had removed before.

Having her this close soothed my worries. I struggled to keep the contract Miles was dealing with in my mind while I had a content omega in my arms.

“What do I do about all of my stuff?” she asked.

“What stuff?”

“My apartment.” She yawned and snuggled closer. “In LA.”

I had almost completely forgotten she still had a home somewhere else. She would have friends and family we would all need to meet, and a shithole ex-fiancé we would have to navigate. “We can pay for a company to pack up your things and ship them here if you want to stay with us.”

“Stay with you,” she mumbled, sinking closer to sleep with every second.

I caught Diego’s eye, noting the worry pinching his brows and the frown turning down his lips. “Only you?” he whispered.

“She probably doesn’t mean it,” I said quietly, not wanting to disturb her. “It’s too early to decide anything for sure.”

That didn’t seem to assuage any of his worries. Our home would fit Callie just fine. Honestly, it was probably far better than what she was living in now with all of our combined incomes going toward it. It wasn’t a huge mansion, but we hadn’t skimped on luxury.

Fuck me.

If she didn’t want to stay in Vegas, I couldn’t stay either. I didn’t want to think about leaving my pack, but Callie was my bonded mate, and that took precedence on both a legal and instinctual front.

LA wasn’t unfamiliar to me. Diego and I had both grown up there, but our work was here. Or at least his was, for as long as it lasted. I wouldn’t be able to continue. If I had my way, I would never touch another omega again. The sweet, beautiful omega in my arms was it for me, and no matter how much agony it would cause me to leave here, if that was what she wanted, I would make it happen.

I could make her stay, but just the idea of using my power like that made my stomach twist. I had to let go and let Callie choose what was best for her. If she thought that was LA or anywhere else on the fucking planet, I would follow her to the ends of the earth, heal myself with her presence, and try not to think about the heartbreak of leaving the others behind.

“Imade sure the contract has as much as possible in your favor,” Miles told me as I pored over the paperwork in front of me.

While I was considerably more human than I had been the last couple of days, I still wasn’t all there. Miles went over each section with me, explaining the terms and conditions. It didn’t seem like there was anything drastic to worry about, and the other alphas listened carefully through the spiel. I didn’t know them well enough to assume they would speak up if there was something wrong with the contract, but I didn’t think Miles would actively let me get screwed over.

I signed my name everywhere he told me to and initialed the rest. He blew out a relieved breath when I got to the last page. “I’ll get this filed and then we can be on our way.”

I cringed internally. On our way back to Los Angeles, where my fiancé—my ex-fiancé—was probably snuggled up in our apartment with his new wife.

Even if I wasn’t sure about a permanent move-in with these alphas, I sure as hell couldn’t stay at my old apartment anymore. Unless of course we got there and found it empty because he was mooching off his new partner instead of me.

“The moving van in LA will meet us there in six hours,” said Diego. “I had the kitchen pack us up a lunch and cooler for the drive.”

What the fuck was I supposed to talk to these men about on a five-hour road trip? I didn’t know the first thing about any of them, and for the last few days the only real communication we’d had was about sex or making sure I didn’t shrivel into a raisin during the heat. Talk about awkward as hell.

I had dressed in a pair of booty shorts and a tank top with flip-flops to accommodate the heat, the rest of them dressed similarly, albeit with longer shorts.

Kai took my hand in his as we departed the suite to head down to the van. It was so weird to crave touching him the way I did when I knew nothing about him. Why was sex easier than talking?

Miles slid into the driver’s seat and Amir was next to him, which put me in the back seat between Diego and Kai. Amir passed the cord back so I could plug in my phone and control the music. Jerry had never let me play what I wanted to in the car… My music taste was so varied but I hoped at least one of them liked something that popped up over the next five hours.

Diego offered his upturned hand on top of his knee, and I took it. Touching them made the entire situation a little easier to bear somehow. I really hoped Jerry wasn’t home when we got there. I could only imagine what he might say about me showing up with four men, one of them my new mate.

As soon as we got out of Vegas, the silence grew to an unbearable level. Diego was the first one to break it. “Have you always lived in LA?”

“I moved there about four years ago. I grew up in Seattle.”

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