Page 92 of Shaken Knot Stirred

“Pretty little beta, can you come for your pack? Let us feel you.”

I pressed lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Nico sat up, wrapping arms around her, replacing my lips. They rocked together, locked in each other’s arms. Nico covered her neck, his bite mark, in kisses, stopping only when she threw her head back.

“Come with me, Nico!”

Their names were on each other’s lips as they exploded together. Moxie’s satisfied purr got louder as Nico and Lana came down from their shared high.

She slid off Nico and pulled the sheet around her again.

“What?” I asked as she nervously fussed with her hair.

“It’s dumb.” She looked up at the ceiling and wiped a tear off her cheek.

“Tell me.” I leaned forward to trace circles on her knee.

“I’m happy and it feels weird, okay?” She threw her hands up like she had just admitted to murder.

I reached over Moxie and pulled Lana into a hug, dragging her between us. Moxie plastered kisses all over her face as I wrapped her up as the little spoon. Nico snuggled closer and threw his leg over all of us.

“We should go on vacation.” I said out of the blue, but I had been thinking about it for a long time.

Lana and Moxie dissolved into giggles.

“What?” I asked, missing out on their joke.

“Well, Mr. Knightbridge,” Moxie brushed hair out of her eyes and propped herself up on an elbow, “you actually have to have a job and go to work to earn a vacation. And a trust fund does not count as work.”

“Rich people, which I’d like to remind you, you are now too, little omega. Rich people go on vacation too.”

“That’s not a vacation. That’s just rich people doing rich people things,” Lana added.

“I’ve never been on vacation,” Moxie said.

“Me either.” Answered Lana.

“Hold up. We went on vacation. I took you to that little beach resort down the coast.”

“Nico, baby, we were there to rob someone. That qualifies as ‘work’.” Moxie held up her hands to do the air quote thing.

“We could go on a cruise.” I suggested.

“Aren’t cruises filled with old rich people,” Nico teased.

“I would think he’d be over boats for a little while,” Moxie said to Lana in a stage whisper.

“Europe then? We could take in the museums.”

“No place cold, though. Skiing just seems too difficult.” Moxie said. She and Lana traded city names and different activities, gossiping as they shared that hot pink pillow. I nuzzled into Lana’s neck as they went back and forth.

I thoroughly agreed with Lana.

Being happy was a little bit weird.

EPILOGUE

Winston Knightbridge

“You’d think after gettinghis stomach pumped, he’d have nothing left to puke up.” Pay stood in the bow of the boat, wiping his hands off as Beg hung over the side.

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