Page 90 of Packed Up In Vegas

“Fair enough.” She wiggled around, her breath shifting when she gave her hips a slow rock. “You can’t say I haven’t been patient. It’s been at least a half hour since you made me come.”

“Have you just been thinking about that this entire time?”

“Do you think I can spare thoughts for other things when there’s a cock inside me? I get, like, two seconds of brainpower at a time like this.”

“I could always keep you needy and distracted.” I slid both hands beneath her tank top and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples.

She started squirming immediately. “But if I’m needy, you’re gonna be needy too.”

“Like I said, one of us has patience, and it’s not you. My desperate little omega. Consider this practice.”

“For a whole lifetime of this?”

The idea wasn’t as distasteful as when she had first come into our lives. I could certainly be content with how things were evolving with her. “If you’d like.”

“I would.” She said it so quietly I could barely hear it.

My chest constricted. Her near-silent confession made it easier for me to admit, at least to myself, that I was starting to see an actual life ahead with her in it. Countless things were still up in the air. Money, jobs, family—that would have to be dealt with, but this right here, having her in my arms, was easier than I’d ever expected.

“Can I turn around?” she asked.

“Sure.” I let her climb off my cock just long enough for her to turn and settle back down, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her smile was soft before she drew me in for a kiss. She was sweet on my tongue, her fingers tender on my cheeks.

“Do you mind I’m watching you and not the show?”

“Do I mind being more interesting to a beautiful omega? What do you think?”

“Well, I don’t know what you think most of the time.” Callie chewed her lip and I tugged it from between her teeth with my thumb.

“I like your attention on me,” I confessed. “I like you, but I’m taking the time to learn about you and figure out if I like you because of the scent match or because we’re compatible outside of that.”

“Or both.” She shrugged. “The scent match part definitely makes the rest easier.”

She wasn’t wrong. I had a stubborn streak I was well aware of, and it was holding firm about this. I wasn’t opposed to falling for her, but I wanted to know it was her I was falling for, and that I wasn’t simply being led around by my hormones twisting reality. We both deserved more than that.

Ipaused to watch the pack, taking them in as they huddled around their laptops before they noticed me. They were all so sweet, wonderful really. The sort of men I’d fantasized about in my younger years, ones I’d never dreamed I’d actually find, and so I’d settled for the charming smile of a man who ended up caring nothing for me in the end. But these men? They cared. And I…well, the word for what I was beginning to feel was far too early to say. They were a unit, but I wasn’t with each of them in the same way.

At some point that was a conversation we’d need to have. Kai and Diego seemed perfectly happy to grow a relationship with me, and Amir was giving it a chance, but Miles made no sense at all. Even if he wanted me, he’d made no move to pursue anything. He was a scent match too, but that didn’t mean we had to be together.

I leaned against the archway, staying silent to observe as long as I could. I’d never really felt at home anywhere, not with the people or places surrounding me, as a child or adult, but I had simply compressed myself to fit the way I needed to. Now I had no box holding me in and I had a craving to learn who I was, who I could be with these men by my side.

We had time for a lot of things, but some issues were closing in quickly, and as much as I’d love to court forever, and coax Miles out of his shell to see if he wanted to court too, it would have to wait.

Kai noticed me first, and the second he locked eyes on me, it broke the spell and all the others looked over as well.

“How are the job hunts going?” I asked, crossing the kitchen toward them slowly.

“Really fucking hard when we can’t say what we’ve actually been doing the last few years.” Amir dropped his chin into his palm, staring bitterly at the screen.

“I know a lot of helpful freelance skills if anyone wants lessons in something,” I offered.

“I feel like starting from scratch with something like that would be even better than trying to go back to a job at my old company,” Amir said with a sigh.

“Too bad we can’t just start our own company,” I said with a laugh.

They all stared at me with an unnerving intensity.

“What?”

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