Page 94 of Shattered Trinket

“Do you let your friends in your nest?” I ask her quizzically, glancing at the other two women with her.

“I mean, yeah. Hunt, Shade, and Gabriel have been over for plenty of sleepovers. But I’m a bit of an outlier because I’m mated to an omega. That’s not to say I didn’t scrub and clean everything after to get their scents out once they left.” She glances at both women with a sheepish look. “No offense, guys.”

They both laugh and the one with two different colored eyes smirks at her.

“If we ever do a sleepover at our place, I can’t say I won’t do the same. But I’d let you guys in mine and Gabriel’s nest,” she says with a shrug.

“Ditto. Ripley always plans the slumber parties at her house because she likes to sneak out when we’re asleep to go climb into bed with one of her mates. I was actually a little surprised she called and said this weekend’s sleepover would be here.”

Ripley gasps and stomps her foot.

“I don’t always sneak out to sleep with one of them!”

“Uh, yeah. You do.” The one with dark hair and twinkling brown eyes snorts.

“Ugh, whatever.”

Ripley pouts and I laugh.

“I think I’d be okay with you guys in there, and this way, nobody has to leave. Maybe Manny and Micah will make us some snacks and dinner?” I say, looking over at the two with hopeful looks, and they both smile.

“Anything you want,mi Corazón,” Manny murmurs, giving me a lopsided smile that makes my belly flutter.

A chorus ofaww’sfrom all three women has me blushing all over again and all five of my guys chuckle at the sight, only intensifying the burn on my cheeks.

The woman with pretty curls that rival my own glances over at my alphas, a glimmer of recognition crossing her two-toned eyes as she smiles.

“Hey, there Micah! It’s good to see you again, and with an omega of your own. I’m happy for you,” she says to him, and Micah clears his throat, an uncomfortable smile gracing his lips as he darts a look at me before looking back at her.

“Thanks. It’s good to see you again, Shade. Seems all worked out after our last meeting?”

Shade snorts, a bright smile crossing her plump lips, the apples of her cheeks darkening.

“You could say that,” she laughs.

I look at them both quizzically, but Ripley distracts me, so I don’t question the odd exchange. But I am still curious as to how she knows my alpha.

“Alright, alright. Fine. You’re lucky I’m obsessed with Manny’s cooking and that I’m desperate to check out your nest in person. I’ve only ever seen pictures, and I’m totally jealous, despite how much I love my nest. Wait until you guys see it,” Ripley gushes to her friends, friends I think I’d like to be mine as well.

She’s practically dancing on her toes as she rubs her hands together, and I can’t help but giggle at her excitement at seeing my nest. I look at Zeke, Ridge, and Manny with a soft smile.

“It’s a wonderful nest. Thebestnest,” I say in response, liking the proud look shining in their eyes and the way they practically preen at my approval of the special space they designed and built just for me.

They should be proud. It’s a beautiful space, something picked straight out of a fairytale, and I can’t imagine anyone else having a nest as magical as mine.

As Ripley and her friends talk to the others, Ridge sighs and nuzzles against the top of my head.

“I guess my plans to steal away with you for the night are spoiled, Smalls,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver.

I can hear the pout in his voice and when I glance up, I huff out a laugh at the exaggerated pout on his lips. I poke his lip, pulling my finger back quickly with a squeal when he nips at it, his eyes twinkling as he smirks at me. I roll my eyes playfully at him.

“You’ve waited this long to try for alone time with me. I figure one more night won’t hurt,” I whisper back, partially joking and partially not.

He raises a brow at me, gripping my chin.

“I was trying to be nice and give everyone their time with you. Because I know when I finally have you alone, I’ll become greedy for more. But it seems that was the wrong move,” he murmurs,eyes tracking the way my teeth dig into my bottom lip as I squirm in my seat, rubbing my legs together.

His nostrils flare as my familiar lemon bar scent curls between us, and when he kisses me, it takes everything in me to hold back the embarrassing moan creeping up my throat. Not that it would have made a difference, because the minute Ridge’s lips are on mine, I’m sent into a perfuming tailspin.

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