Page 52 of Packed Up In Vegas

Hot damn. A girl could get used to that.

Callie’s eyes were on me all evening. I wasn’t sure why she was watching me, but whenever I looked over at her, she would glance away.

“Movie night?” I suggested once we’d finished the pizza we’d had delivered.

“I like movies,” Callie replied.

“Pick something,” said Kai. “We have a million DVDs, or see what’s on streaming.”

I got the projector going while Callie combed through the movie choices and the others prepared all the snacks. She settled on an action-packed historical Cinderella retelling I remembered loving as a kid.

The others joined us while Callie was picking out the second movie for our double feature.

“Where do I sit?” she asked since we’d taken the front row of four chairs.

“Pick a lap, precious,” Diego said. “Or we can shuffle around if you want your own seat.”

Callie looked at each of us in turn, and I expected her to immediately go to Kai or Diego, but her gaze lingered on me. “Can I?”

She wanted to sit with me?

When I didn’t immediately answer, she shrank back.

“Yes, sorry, of course you can sit with me. I just didn’t expect you to want to.” I patted my knee. “Come here.”

I scooted over, making space for her to plant her butt and curl her legs over my lap. Every inch of me was taut as a bowstring, unsure what to do with the omega in front of me. Was I supposed to put my arms around her? The others had all been intimate with her, and I had no idea what she wanted or expected of me. I should probably ask, but this didn’t feel like the appropriate moment to do that.

Callie wiggled around to get comfortable, tucking her head beneath my chin and wedging a bowl of popcorn on her lap. Kai and Diego both looked over longingly. Maybe we should take out the theater seating and replace it with a giant nest so more of us could touch her at once. Diego scooped up her legs by the ankle, propping them on the armrest between us so he could lay his hand over them.

Her candied apple scent was sweet in my nose, her body warm, and my hands shook when I settled one on her waist and the other on her shins. She didn’t tense and didn’t tell me off, only relaxing a little more. Amir got the movie going, transporting us to medieval France with its rolling countryside and misty mornings.

I couldn’t focus on the film at all with Callie so close. She smelled like heaven, and the more time that passed, the more she melted against me. I got bolder, mindlessly stroking her hair until she was purring. Amir’s gaze on us was like a tangible thing, but I couldn’t quite decide if he would prefer to drag her out of my arms and into his or if he was upset that she was there at all.

When we moved on to the next movie, another fairytale retelling turned action movie, Callie stretched out, still cradled on my lap, but with her legs across Diego, the tips of her toes reaching Kai’s armrest and her head resting on the one between Amir and me. Luckily the armrests were low and padded so it wasn’t too far off from a bed with laps to support her between them.

Amir’s fingers flexed like he was trying to stop himself from reaching out to her. I had nothing stopping me. Callie’s breathing turned shallow when I curled my fingers over her waist, resting my palm on her stomach in the gap between her top and shorts. Goosebumps prickled down her legs and her scent sweetened.

“Are you cold, sweetheart?”

Before she could answer, Amir was on his feet, grabbing blankets out of the storage bench at the back of the theater and tossing them over her.

I tried not to think of the great many things I could do unseen to Callie with a blanket over my hands. I glanced back down at her and found she wasn’t watching the film at all, but rather me, her lips slightly parted. My fingers twitched against her and she bit her lip, turning back to the movie. Did I imagine her thighs parting a little further?

I wanted to know what she felt like, to press my fingers into her and coax out some of the delicious sounds she had made during her heat. God, what I wouldn’t give for this omega to fall apart in my arms.

I wouldn’t take anything from her, not until everything was sorted, but I could give her something if that was what she wanted.

Callie wriggled restlessly, her ass grinding against my already hard cock, her scent rising by the second.

Amir snaked a hand over her throat, her scent exploding at the first contact, and he tilted her chin to look at him. “Use your words, omega. If you’re angling for attention, just say so. You’re going to drive poor Miles crazy, squirming on him like that.”

“It’s not my fault,” she said quietly. “Everyone smells really good.”

Amir stroked her jaw with his thumb. “I never said it was your fault; I said to use your words. Tell us what you want and who you want to touch you.”

“Miles,” she gasped out.

Oh, fuck. She really did want me.

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