Page 108 of Beg for It

“Mhhhmm,” River groans. “We’re dealing with a bratty omega tonight I see.”

“No,” I huff out. “But it’s mean to get your omega all worked up, only to stop when things are getting good.” I grumble, crossing my arms.

“Fuck baby, you’re making my cock hard.” Brooks chuckles, his voice deep and husky.

“Then let me suck you off.” I lick my lips.

“So fucking tempting. But I know if we do anything now, there’s no stopping. And as much as we would love to fuck you against this wall, if anyone saw you, we’d have to gouge out their eyes and well, our dads don’t like the paperwork,” he winks.

Since when was murder so damn sexy? What is wrong with me?

“Let’s get you home, Omega.” River wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me flush to his body.

Does he not know how much I can’t think, can’t breathe when they’re this close to me.

His hand tangles into the back of my hair, gripping roughly before he kisses me.

My head spins and my body floats with every work of his lips against mine. When he pulls back, I feel like I’m walking on air as I drift towards Brooks.

“You're with me, baby.” Brooks kisses my cheek as he steadys me on my feet. Grabbing my hand, they both lead me to the parking lot, stopping next to two slick black bikes.

“Are these your motorcycles?” I ask, checking out the bikes before looking up to them.

“Yup,” Brooks beams proudly.

“Since when?”

“Since last night.” River goes over to one of the bikes, gliding his hand over the seat and up to the handle bars. It’s almost like a caress and holy fuck, am I jealous of a damn motorcycle? Yup, I’m fucked in the head. No other explanation.

“We won them.” Brooks straddles his. “Beauties, aren't they?”

He needs to stop rubbing the fucking handle bars like they’re a cock.

Only thing he should be caressing like that is my needy dick.

“Yeah,” I grumble, then shake my head because seriously, what is wrong with me? Am I that desperate? For my pack? Always. “Wait.” I shake my head. “Last night? But we were at the crew house last night.”

“While you were playing pool with Lee, we were taking care of business.” River shrugs.

I give him a blank look. “When you say you won them, do you mean you killed the previous owners and now they’re yours?”

River’s lip twitches, trying to fight a grin. “It’s however you wanna look at it, I guess.”

“Alright then,” I nod. “Nice murder bikes.”

Brooks barks out a laugh. “Murder bikes, I love it.” He hands me a black helmet. “Put this on, then straddle this bad boy. You're riding with me.”

A rush of both excitement and nerves hit me. I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before.

“Come on, Baby Boy. Straddle that sexy ass on that bike.” River chuckles.

Grinning, I slip the helmet on and swing my leg over the seat, straddling the bike and wrapping my arms around my Alpha.

“Hold on tight baby.” Brooks bike revs the back. “Don’t let go.”

I let out a surprised noise as we peel out of the parking lot.

With a death grip on Brooks, it takes awhile for me to loosen up. But when I do, I open my eyes that I didn’t even realize I closed and smile.

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