Page 66 of Pack Larsen

And, just like that, I feel like I’m exactly where I belong. I’m with the men I belong with. And nothing has ever felt so good. Well, it would feel a whole lot better if there wasn’t a strange tension between Munro and me, now, but in the spirit of being happy, I opt not to acknowledge it. I’ve already decided I want Munro, I want to give him that second chance, I just need to figure out how I’m going to talk to him about it.

Glancing over at him as I turn in Aero’s hold, leaning into his chest as he wraps me in his arms, I accept the coffee Pace has made for me, dropping a hard kiss to my lips before pulling back with a promising wink. Munro is still slathering butter over the bread, adding fruit or chocolate filling and compiling a tower of sandwiches on a plate beside him, acting for all the world like he’s not listening in on everything around him.

I know he’s listening, though, because I can see the white-knuckle grip he has on the blunt knife. I can see the way his jaw flexes before he fights to relax.

Taking a sip of my coffee, I keep my eyes on him as I say, “I have work tonight. Are you guys doing much?”

Aero sighs into my neck, licking and nipping, while Haze grumbles, “Same. Rage and I are fixing up some guy’s bike that he wrecked last week.”

Rage nods, though he looks less than pleased about it, and I smile at him. He softens instantly, and those butterflies I would feel before explode into a flurry, more active now that I’ve accepted pack Larsen as my pack.

“Looks like we’re all working tonight,” Pace sighs, leaning against the island counter next to the twins. “I’m closing tonight at the hardware store.”

“I’m not working,” Aero protests, then I feel him flinch and sigh. “Well, not as a job, anyway. I have to see Lowie later about a game we’re working on for our assignment. Pretty sure Munro isn’t doing shit tonight, though, the lucky bastard.”

The bastard in question snorts, and he shrugs a shoulder before he bursts into a flurry of movement and starts pulling out a pan from a cupboard, along with several other things as he says, “I finished all my assignments and coursework before the charity ball so I could have the weekend free.”

I watch as the beta, dressed in a tight, black shirt, low-slung, combat pants, and a pair of scruffy boots that somehow look stylish, goes about heating the pan before placing two sandwiches into the butter that melts and bubbles with heat. It takes me a second to realize he’s making French toast, and I smile slowly. I fucking love French toast, and the only other people who know that are Alek, Meemaw, and… Juniper.

Biting back my smile, I wonder briefly if Munro has been talking to Juno about me. Maybe seeking information that could soften me toward him. I won’t lie and say it doesn’t have my heart skipping a beat knowing he’s trying that hard.

So, while he makes my favorite breakfast food despite it being lunch time, I clear my throat and take another sip of my sweet coffee before asking, “Think you’d want to hang out at work with me tonight?”

Everything stills, the silence deafeningly loud in the suddenly quiet kitchen. The only thing audible is the frying of bread and the clock ticking on the wall. And my heartbeat, which suddenly starts furiously beating loud enough that I can hear every frantic pound.

Munro’s eyes snap to mine so suddenly I would have been startled if Aero didn’t have a snug hold on me, my coffee sloshing slightly in my mug. With his eyes like midnight and an expression of shock that would usually amuse me but has my pulse skittering under my skin, Munro looks at me for a long time. His gaze is searching, hope sparking in those dark orbs, before he finally relaxes and clears his throat with a nod. “I’m… yeah, I’ll go. What time?”

My whole fucking body deflates like a popped balloon, and Aero snickers against my neck like a jackass as I blow out a steady breath. “I’m on at seven, but I need to set up since it’s just me playing tonight, so we’ll leave at six?”

Munro nods again. “I’ll drive.”

And with that, the atmosphere morphs into one of contentment. The guys all chat around me or to me, even Munro joining in on occasion, while I remain in the warm embrace of my omega.

After that, the day goes pretty quickly. We eat the lunch Munro prepares, my surprise at how good it was showing on my face and making Munro roll his eyes with a smirk, before we all go about our usual routines. I spend most of the day in the studio, preparing for work, with the twins for company. They truck through their schoolwork while I compile my setlist for the night, before I mess around with more songs I’ve been working on. They watch and listen as I add a guitar riff to one song, play the melody for another with the keyboard, looping, cutting, and perfecting another.

Before I know it, they have to leave for work, and I realize I need to get ready before I’m late. With two different mind-shattering, spine-tingling kisses from both twins, they leave me to get ready.

“See you later, Sunshine,” Rage mutters against my mouth before kissing me one more time before they both leave with waves and winks.

I’m grinning like a lovesick fool as I rush through my routine. Twisting my hair into two messy space buns, the pastel colors entwined throughout, and applying the bare minimum of makeup, I reach for a short, baby-pink dress made of latex, wriggling my body into it and feeling like I’m stuffing a sausage through a damned straw for my efforts. The dress is so tight that there’s absolutely no way I could get away with wearing underwear in this thing, the outlines ridiculously visible, so I’m left to bare it all beneath the dress. I slip off my panties and wriggle out of my bra before setting everything straight within the confines of the dress that barely covers my ass.

Throwing on a pair of platform sneakers in white with pink laces, and snatching my white denim jacket that looks as haggard as the blue one I usually wear to work, I check out my reflection before leaving, ensuring I don’t look a mess. Sure enough, the dress is molded around every dip of my body, my hip bones, nipples and divot of my belly button outlined in the damned thing, but I dig it. It makes me feel kinda of sexy, and a thought pops into my head as I eye the outfit.

I wonder what the guys would think?

I grab my cell and snap a photo with a peace sign pose and a facial expression that looks like I’m blowing my guys a kiss, before forming a group chat with them all, typing a message quickly and attaching the photo when I press send.

SILVER:Tonight’s vibe. What do we think?

Replies come in quickly, and I’m left walking on cloud nine and perfuming slightly when I read them.

AERO:I’m going to need more sexy photos of you in that dress, baby.

RAGE:You got an attachment to that thing, because I want to tear it the fuck off you. Damn, Sunshine.

HAZE:Nice. I’m sporting a raging hardon at work. Thanks, gorgeous.

PACE:We shouldn’t have left the nest this morning. I’m going to have that image in my head all night.

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