Page 35 of Vegas Baby!

She looked up at him with shiny eyes. “Thank you.”

I was glad she said something because as fancy as this place was, I was not looking forward to moving into it. A third-floor apartment was about as high as I wanted to get.

We ended up ordering dinner and eating it inside Bryce’s giant walk-in closet because it was where Ava felt the most secure. Once she was fed and relaxed, surrounded by walls of his neat suits and shiny shoes, she turned to the three of us.

“I feel like we’re speedrunning a relationship. I know we’ve already jumped over a few steps, but could we backtrack a tiny bit?”

Micah tipped his head, examining her. “What do you mean?”

Her cheeks flushed pink, her sweet pecan praline scent filling the small space.

Interesting.

“Could we start with a kiss?”

Tension flooded the closet, all of us frozen.

Micah recovered first. “We can start with anything you want.”

Ava’s pupils dilated, her scent turning even sweeter as Micah leaned forward and took his kiss. When Ava’s gaze slid to me after Micah pulled away, he leaned back far enough for me to reach her. She tasted as perfect as I remembered, her skin soft against my fingertips, her tongue sweeping tentatively against my lips. I took more than I probably should have, especially when we were meeting over Micah, but she gave readily and I couldn’t help myself.

Then it was Bryce’s turn and he devoured her with an edge that all the money in the world couldn’t hide. Ava’s small sound of delight had my whole body taut. I couldn’t get ahead of myself. She had only asked for a kiss, not for us to take her to bed. I remembered the way her body had yielded to mine. All of our scents filled the closet until the air was so thick with them I was dizzy with all the desire floating around me.

“Are you after more than a kiss, sweetness?” I asked.

Ava shyly nodded.

Micah nudged her chin up with two fingertips. “You tell us exactly what you want.”

Ava licked her lips, staring at him like she wasn’t sure what to make of him.

“Would you rather I take the lead?” Bryce asked.

“That sounds easier.”

Micah and Bryce shared a look. I already knew more than I ever wanted to about Micah’s sex life, but Bryce was a mystery. How would he want to play with our omega? And more importantly, how would she let him?

It had taken all of my boldness to ask for those kisses and now I was staring down the barrel of a hell of a lot more. I wanted all of it. What would Bryce and Jesse be like outside of my weird heat flush? How would Micah touch me for the first time?

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know they all wanted me. The strength of their scents had my blood simmering, slickpooling between my thighs, my pussy throbbing, begging for one of them to fill it.

Micah wanted me to tell them what I wanted, but I wasn’t sure how to put it all into words. Bryce wanted to instruct, which seemed much more my speed starting out.

“All right,” said Micah, “we’re going to implement the sexy traffic lights. If you’re happy with what’s happening, you tell us green when we ask. If you want to slow down or change at any point, say yellow. And if you want a hard stop to whatever is happening in that moment, you say red. Got it?”

“Green.”

The heat in Micah’s eyes stole my breath. “Good girl.”

“Hands on the ottoman,” Bryce ordered. “Up on your knees. Jesse, can you grab one of the pillows off the bed?”

“On it.”

I set my palms on the giant fabric seat we’d been eating on. Bryce and Micah quickly cleared the space, and Jesse returned, passing the pillow to Bryce, who had me kneel on top of it. The carpet was pretty plush already, but it was a relief to have the additional softness.

Bryce rolled up the sleeves of his button-down and I salivated over the corded muscle he revealed. His brown eyes froze me in place as he moved to kneel at my side. “Do you want me to tell you what I plan to do to you before it happens, or would you like to be surprised?”

“Tell me this time. Next time you can do whatever you want.”

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