Page 79 of Knot Just A Fan

“You’re all we could think of since you left. Come with us to Paris. We’ll work it out with Ronan. We should never have let go you try to do this on your own. But we also respected and appreciated how much you wanted to make this work. You came all the way down here. Please, Briella. Come with us to Paris.”

I lean into them, burying my face in Enzo’s chest as he swings the guitar behind his back. Grayson comes behind me, pressing his face to the back of my head and kissing my hair. Cheers go up in the crowd, and shouts for encores, autographs, evenPlay that one again, mates!A few commuters push through, just seeing buskers and they can’t be arsed to care. But most people are watching and I know this will be all over social media.

I can’t say no, although I know how this will go. I will go to Paris. Because what better city to break your own heart in?

What a masochist.

Grayson and Enzo try to lead me down the tunnel but instead, but they’re stopped for a few autographs. They happily oblige, and Enzo pulls out a thick marker from his jacket pocket. Theymust’ve gotten used to this in America, but since they’ve not been on the scene here since they shot to their current level of fame, their faces aren’t as recognizable, even if their music is.

But playing their biggest hit a few minutes ago sealed it for anyone on the fence.

“Hey guys, could I get a photo?”

It’s a teen boy who steps up, with his mate who he hands his phone off to. I step away, trying to smooth my hair down within my hood, and the boy pauses. “Er, no, would you mind being it at as well? Briella, right?”

Oh. Lord.

“Err—”

“Yes, Briella, get in here!” Enzo says. He makes space for me and then Gray takes my hand and drags me into the middle. Both scoot in.

“Not without you, silly,” he whispers into my ear, planting a kiss on my hood-covered head. He tugs the hood down and smiles into my eyes. Those dark pools of wonder, dancing with light and contentment. There’s a sense of relaxed calm in him that I would do anything to lock in. But it’s not in my control.

I smile at the boy’s friend holding the phone, and a few others take the opportunity to step in and snap a shot or take a video, and then eventually, thankfully, the crowd moves on to catch trains and coo over the photos and free private concert they got.

“See Ayla, pays to show up at the station early!” says one older woman loudly as she and her friend walk further down the platform.

We head into the tunnel but rather than back to the platform for trains toward London, Gray leads me back toward the station. “We have a limo.”

“What, all the way to Reading? Geez, that seems awfully extravagant.”

“Not for Mission: Recapture the Wild Briella,” Enzo says, beaming.

My heart leaps. This is all too much. Too sweet. And not anything I’ve ever chased.

But who am I to turn down a limo ride with two hot Alphas?

They lead me to an Escalade with tinted windows idling on the taxi rank. Once inside the back, after Grayson’s spoken to the driver, I climb in after Enzo, and Grayson follows, helping me out of the soaked parka.

“Is this all that’s wet?” Gray whispers in my ear. And just like that, my nipples harden and my slit warms with damp.

“Nothing’s too extravagant for you, sweet Omega,” says Enzo softly, holding my gaze, sitting opposite me in the seats facing each other. “We felt terrible letting you go off to deal with Ronan. And before you say it, I knew you would never see this as sorted out unless you were the one to change his mind. If we changed it for him, you would always wonder, always worry. And that’s not what we want. We’re a pack, and we’ve talked to Ronan. He knows.”

“And? I mean, he acted like he was getting ready to change his mind, to decide me as an Omega wasn’t in conflict with what he wants—a family, connection, someone who won’t leave him. But then he walked away when his family popped up and reverted him to form. I can’t fix those wounds.” I say. ”He has towantto fix them.”

“You’re right. So we’ll talk as a pack, before the show,” Grayson says calmly. “Right now, though, we want to say how sorry we are for letting you go on your own to deal with that grumpy bugger.”

“Yes, very sorry,” says Enzo, sliding down onto the floor between the seats facing each other. “And willing to show you just how very.”

“Are you? I’d like to know more about that,” I breathe, my core heating up. Grayson gently lifts my arms and pulls my top off, leaving me there in a red lace bra I brought only because I hadn’t had time to do proper laundry.

Enzo removes my shoes and his strong but gentle hands massage my feet briefly. But only for a minute. Because then he slips his head up my skirt and slides his fingertips beneath my panties.

“This is a wonderful place to be, Briella,” comes his muffled voice. “If you would allow me, I will show you the depths of my sorrow for leaving you to that task.” His breath tingles my skin like a wisp of pleasure.

I feel Gray sliding behind me, one leg on either side and one cock pressing into my back. He reaches around to cup my breasts, leaning me forward until I feel his teeth at my back.

“I don’t think I’ve ever—ah—had the pleasure of a gentleman unhooking my bra with his teeth,” I manage, as Enzo slides my panties down at a snail’s pace.

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