Page 52 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

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At the gym Paxton is wrapping my hands in white tape in his office, sitting me on his desk while all the boys head to the locker room. I’m not allowed in there because it’s a sausage fest. Apparently, not a lot of omegas come here, which already has Paxton on edge.

The boys are also supposed to round up some of these people and get them the heck out. Paxton had made an announcement when we got in but he wanted to make sure people actually listened.

I shift on the desk and his eyes lift from where they’re wrapping my hands to meet mine.

“We can go home.” He calls his house home so easily that I cringe over it.

There’s nothing I want less than these men to think I’m going to be a live in omega. I agreed to a month and I’m already worried about everything.

I need my space for when I break down. And I know that I will break down eventually. It’s so me to repeat these patterns.

The only way I’d move in is if they made a Bilbo Baggins hobbit hole for me to scurry around in like the second breakfast eating feral middle earth creature I am.

I had never had a real nest but I have a Pinterest board with the dream of my nest.

Dark green velvets, soft faux fur, chiffon curtains, leather chairs for people to sit with thrown blankets to be under. All the different fabrics around so that when certain ones gave me the ick I could change them out easily. Plants and books everywhere. New life and adventures around me make me feel safe. Pretty soft lights to illuminate the area. Like the fairy lights that look like old light bulbs for aesthetic reasons. And glass. I wanted so much glass that could be closed downduring times that I needed darkness. I just needed to see the escape routes I had.

A nest seemed too permanent for me and I couldn’t commit to staying somewhere long enough to make one.

Maybe I felt like I didn’t deserve it. Which was why I had a bathtub that I hunkered down in more times that I should have for a heat. In my mind it was easy to wash my scent away.

Plus nests remind me of my mother. The sound of her with my alpha fathers. How she couldn’t have freedom and space. Which makes me just crave it more. To have it for both of us now.

“This was supposed to be my date with Cam so you can always head home.” His eyebrow raises up as he finishes taping my knuckles.

I shouldn’t have said that.

I was the one that had asked him to come with us. Wanted him here with me. But I could see from the way he looks at me that Paxton knew I was stuck in my own head a little

“You think your sass is cute, princess?” He moves his hand gently to fix a braid in my hair, eyes landing on me, “Next time you use that tone with me you’ll be over my lap, ass red, and those pretty pink lips of yours begging daddy to stop. This is the second time I’m warning you about getting a spanking. Third strike you’re out.”

His lips kiss my forehead before helping me stand up on legs I’m not sure work anymore. My heart racing, pussy throbbing, and mind spinning.

What the frick sort of dick magic did this man wield with just his words?

Appearing in the doorway, Anthony grips my waist, spinning me around to add to my Lexapro induced tilt and hurl ride feeling. I groan as I bury my head in his neck and instantly he stops twirling me around like a ride from hell.

He lets me scent him, breathing him in and whimpering a little as I stay clinging to him in his arms as I try not to get sick from the sudden motion.

“You okay, bro? You look a little pale.” I swiftly kick him right in the shin, getting set down as I move over to where Paxton is.

He must see something in my face because he bends down, lettingme scent him. The calm scent of his washes over me, letting me breathe easier as he rubs my back.

I hate how I’m already becoming used to their scents and for asking to use them like therapy horses.

I needed to pull back.

“Okay, I’m ready.” I force a smile to my lips, stepping out of the office and looking around the gym.

Cameron is holding a jump rope in his hands.

It all feels a little Rocky to me and I’m worried I’m going to have to jog up a flight of stairs. If I do, I am going to puke. There is no way to dance around that one.

I’ll probably fall down the stairs too. I don’t have a great track record with those.Really mess up the whole fight scene montage.

The guys are all looking at me, trying to get a read on me but they can’t because at the end of the day I am still a stranger to them. But Jace presses a bottle of water in my hands, like that is somehow going to make me feel better.

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