Page 41 of Knot His Reality

I nod slowly. “Okay, I can understand that. You promise that if anything changes, you’ll let me know?”

“We promise,” Tessa assures me. “As soon as the doctors notify us, we’ll let you know.”

“Cool. Does that mean it’s time to head out for our date?”

Bree snorts, lifting her hands to hide her face, her shoulders shaking with the laughter she’s trying to hide.

“Yes, Remy. The five of you can go on your date now.” Tessa rolls her eyes as she stands, waving. “Have fun.”

We all push to our feet, heading for the front door. Today’s date should be interesting. While I enjoy what we’re doing, it’s not something I’ve had a lot of time to do in the past, so this could be a complete disaster.

Lucas and another man are standing outside the SUV when we make it down the walkway. The man looks familiar, so I know I’ve met him. I just can’t recall his name.

“Good morning, everyone,” Lucas calls. “Remy, I believe you’ve met Evan before?”

Ah, right. That’s his name.

“Just the once, but yes.” I offer the beta a wave. “Did you let Mike have a day off?”

Lucas nods. “If I want to be off on Saturday, I have to make sure he gets a day off, too. Evan will be with Mike on Saturday. While we have more of my guys doing patrols and keeping the grounds safe, we wanted to make sure you always had the same guards with you. Bree thought it would ease your anxiety since that’s one less thing you have to worry about.”

And this is the exact reason I decided to come on the show. I might freak out over things, but I know Bree and Tessa are doing everything they can to make me feel comfortable. There might not be a way to make myself stop worrying about things, but at least they do their best to give me less to worry about.

“Perfect. Thank you, Lucas.” I climb into the SUV with Camila right behind me. I sit in the middle of the back row before realizing how hard it’ll be for others to join me, so I scoot over to the right side.

Camila and Rhys sit in the captain’s seats in the middle row as the twins join us. Alexei sits on the left side, leaving the center seat open for his twin, but Nikolai shakes his head.

“Remy, you will sit in middle.”

Opening my mouth to argue, Camila taps my arm. “Donotargue your way out of a twin sandwich, Remy. I will be so mad at you if you do.”

“You’re an odd duck, Camila,” I tell her and shake my head as I return to the center seat. It takes a bit of maneuvering, but eventually, Nikolai gets situated, and I’m trapped between hot-as-hell twins.

Okay, maybe Camila was right. I do need to be in this twin sandwich.

Nikolai throws his arm behind me, his fingers brushing my shoulder as Lucas pulls away. I can’t help noticing the movement of his fingers as they dance across my shoulder, sending heat rushing through me—my cock hard behind my jeans.

That’s probably my biggest complaint about being a male omega. At least with female omegas, they’re able to hide their arousal somewhat. I have no way of doing that when my cock is throbbing and begging for attention. I guess I could wear bigger pants, but that doesn’t sound overly comfortable. I like the way my clothes fit.

When Alexei’s hand trails across my thigh, I gasp. “What are you doing?”

“That looks painful,” he says with a devilish grin. “I thought you could use some relief.”

I slap his hand away, squeezing my eyes shut as I attempt to regain control. I’m so close to coming in my pants, it’s not even funny. “Absolutely not. You keep your hands to yourself. It won’t take much for me to come in my damn pants, and I am not walking around like that all day. No one is getting me off in the back of an SUV on the way to our first date. Are we clear?”

I hear smothered laughter from the front, telling me Lucas and Evan are listening in to our conversation. My face flushes as I bury it in my hands, groaning. “Sometimes being an omega is so fucking embarrassing.”

“I’m sorry, Remy,” Alexei says softly. “I did not mean to upset you. It was meant to be joke. Sometimes I forget what it is like to be around omega.”

“It’s fine. It just feels like I have no control sometimes,” I respond, sitting back up.

Camila twists in her seat, reaching out for my hand as Nikolai takes the other. “I can only imagine how rough things can be when you’re having to deal with hormones on top of normal attractions,” she offers with a smile. “But we’ll behave, won’t we, boys?”

They all agree, and we fall back into conversation easily. I almost sigh audibly when my cock finally softens just before the SUV comes to a stop.

“Sizzle & Stir?” Rhys asks as he glances over his shoulder at me. “Is this a restaurant?”

“Not quite.”

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