Page 63 of Dodging Bullets

I groaned, but wiggled out of August’s arms, putting a few inches of space between us. I cleared my throat. “You look wonderful.”

Leaning down, he brushed his lips gently across mine. “As do you, Polly. There’s something to be said for Rio’s plan,” he growled low, and I could almost see the Omega surging up into his eyes to take control.

With strength I didn’t know I had, I took another step back. Then one more, for good measure. “No way. There’s time for that tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day,” I purred out in promise. “Today’s for showing you how much we want you and love you. How happy we could make you forever.”

He gripped my hands. “I already know how happy you make me, baby.” Sucking in a few fortifying breaths, he looked up at Rio. “Okay, we better leave my apartment while we still can. I’ll just go and grab my wallet.”

He disappeared back into his bedroom, while I looked around the small apartment. It looked exactly like him—masculine but with a few concessions to his Omega nature: soft pillows, throw blankets everywhere, candles that smelled like… jasmine?

He was filling his home with a scent similar to mine? My Omega preened, and I had to hold on tight to stop myself from marching into his bedroom and showing him just how special I thought he was.

When he reemerged, he inhaled deeply. His pupils were wide, his cock now semi-hard behind his jeans. Rio groaned, gripping the back of my dress gently and twirling me out the door. “If someone told me I was going to be the level-headed onebetween two horny Omegas, I would have laughed them out of the room,” he muttered. “Go on now, sweetheart, while we still can.”

Then he reached over, gripped August by the front of his shirt and kissed him until he was perfuming. Watching the two of them, my entire body was clenching with need. Pulling back from the dazed-looking Omega, Rio tugged him out the door too, making sure the apartment was locked.

“If this isn’t proof of my dedication to you, I don’t know what would be,” he grumbled, and I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me, or August, or us both. I reached back and held both their hands.

“Thank you, Alpha,” I purred, and Rio’s eyes closed slowly, like he was trying to find strength behind his eyelids.

Laughing, I looked over at the amused face of August. His cheeks were pink, and his scent was thick, and I knew his heat was almost here. I was so fucking excited.

This was the start of a perfect day. No, this was the start of a perfectlife.

Thirty-Six

August

The plan started at a diner. Not just any diner, though—the one I’d told Llew about in passing one night while we were sitting around watching movies. Rio had dropped us off, telling me he’d wait outside.

Polly looked beautiful, her sundress so soft that it fluttered around her thighs as she walked. I wanted to put her on my lap and kiss her until she was as breathless as I was. We ordered and cuddled on the same side of the booth while we waited for the food.

“How are you feeling?” I asked softly into her hair. I could see the long glances of the Alphas in the diner around us; our combined Omega scent was a delicious mix. But no one made any move to come closer, and I knew that Rio would be watching the room like a hawk from wherever he was. I trusted that Alpha implicitly with our safety, even if I couldn’t see him right now.

Polly shrugged. “Like this is the rightest thing I’ve ever done? And that you smell so good. And that I’m kind of glad we’re in public, because I want to climb beneath this table and—” I placed a finger over her lips, because if she finished that sentence, I was going to drag her to what was definitely a gross public bathroom and fuck her on the sink. My Omega pantedat the idea, but I’d seen how excited Polly had been for today’s events, and I didn’t want to disappoint her.

They didn’t need to do this. I didn’t need to be courted, because I’d committed to them a long time ago. I never went on dates, convincing myself I was just too busy, when in reality no one had ever measured up to Rio and Max, and the way they made me feel.

Polly and Llew were just the icing on the cake. A fate-given reason to have waited.

I removed my finger from her lips. “If you finish that sentence, this day is going to end really quickly. I’m way too close to my heat to resist you, pretty girl.”

The harried Unshown waitress appeared with armfuls of plates and two large mugs of hot cocoa. “I hope you two are hungry,” she chirped, and I snorted a laugh. I was starving, but it wasn’t for the stack of pancakes in front of me.

Polly smiled at her happily. “Thank you!” She looked at the meals in front of us. “I saw a man on television who tours around the country trying food, and I wanted to try this one when I saw it.” She pointed to the sausage gravy and biscuits. “I’m so glad it’s on the menu here.”

Sometimes I forgot that she was just experiencing the world for the first time, especially now that she’d been with us for a while.

I grabbed my fork and got the perfect mouthful of gravy and biscuit. I fed it to her, trying not to think about her mouth wrapping around other things, and she moaned. My cock immediately hardened in my jeans, and I internally grumbled that I was wearing these torture devices in the first place. Poor planning on my behalf.

“Good?”

She nodded and had another bite. “So good. Maybe I should become a cook?” She took a sip of her cocoa. “Now everythingelse is… done.” She cleared her throat. “I’ve been thinking about what I actually want to do or be. There’s a whole world out there to explore.”

She was so fucking beautiful. As we fed each other breakfast and went over different careers and hobbies, I fell more and more in love with the woman in front of me.

I was stuffed full when we left the diner at exactly 10:05. Stumbling into the parking lot, I saw Rio on his phone, a smile on his face. When he saw us, he hung up and climbed from the car. “How was breakfast?” he asked, leaning down to kiss my cheek, then Polly’s.

“So good! Have you ever tried sausage gravy?”

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