Page 68 of Glass Omega

She looked at the world around her with a gaze that no one in my line of business did, finding the beauty in the little things like the way light hit the water of a fountain or watching pigeons beg for scraps of food from the college students on campus. She used that eye to take her pictures, but she’d also looked at me in that same way.

Like she saw some sort of beauty in me and I’d caught her snapping pictures of me more than once when we were sitting in the quad eating lunch.

There were a few times I’d almost asked her to see the pictures so I could see what she did, but that wasn’t what a bodyguard did, so I resisted the urge.

But watching her with Edison had nearly made me forget all of that.

Then, like always, the voice of Edison’s father whispered into my ear the way it always did when I considered having more with Edison.

Keane leaders don’t have packs.

It was stupid and traditional—but at its core it made sense. The Keanes valued bloodlines above all else, specifically the golden eyes that were a show of that purity.

What if I gave in with Perrie and one of her children came out with dark eyes? Could I live with myself if a child was treated the way I had been?

I was barely a Keane as it was. My father was a part of a distant branch of the clan and my mother had been a sex worker. He denied my existence for the first nine years of my life, and if I closed my eyes, I could still envision the dirty studio apartment I’d lived in with my mother until Declan Keane had shown up one day.

He’d offered me his hand and a place next to his son, probably knowing that giving an abused little boy a chance at life would buy the kind of loyalty you couldn’t get anywhere else.

Which was exactly what was fucking me up about the whole situation with Perrie. I should have felt that loyalty to Declan, even if he was dead, and ignored Edison’s actions completely. I was supposed to be his subordinate and now that Edison had a wife he could trust not to kill him in his sleep, I needed to stop our little arrangement.

So why did even the thought of it make me feel as if I’d swallowed glass?

“Hey, bossman,” Collum greeted as I stepped into the gym.

I ignored him in favor of heading for the changing room where I kept my workout clothes.

As I changed, I groaned when I realized that I was sporting a half-hard erection. There was no way I was going to be able to go back out there like this.

I could still hear the guys outside chatting with each other as the sound of weights clanging together filled the gym.

Shucking my clothing off, I stepped into one of the shower rooms and pulled the door firmly shut behind me.

Turning the water to as cold as I could get it, I stepped under the spray with a hiss and stared down at my current predicament.

Seeing Perrie and Edison like that had been… shocking. She’d spent the past few days ignoring him and I knew it had beenpissing him off, so to find them on his desk had been like a fever dream.

Hearing the sounds of Edison’s grunts and Perrie’s moans had nearly done me in, but that hadn’t been the strongest pull coming from Edison’s study. No, that had been their scents.

Perrie perfumed often without realizing it—her strawberry scent leaving a delicious trail in her wake as she went about her day. There had been several times I’d had to glare off some of the younger alpha idiots on campus who tried to talk to her when they caught a whiff of it in the air.

But Edison’s vanilla scent almost never swelled the way it was when I found them together.

The only time it came even close was when we were together in his room.

My mouth had watered as I sucked in long drags of it and I could still taste it on my tongue even as I stood under the icy waterfall.

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself when I glanced down to find that instead of calming down, my cock had raised to full attention thanks to the turn of my thoughts.

With a groan, I wrapped a hand around my length and gave it a pump, images of Edison and Perrie together filling my mind. My hips jerked forward, as if urging my hand on and I finally gave in.

I wasn’t sure how long I stood there, jerking my cock and chasing the image of the two people that made me feel the most off balance, but by the time I came and jets of cum splashed down the drain, the water had become tepid against my icy skin.

Shivering, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel, immediately starting to dry my hair.

It was at that moment that I realized I wasn’t alone in the locker room anymore.

“You were in there for a while,” Edison’s voice made me freeze mid-scrub of the towel.

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