Page 97 of Lost
“Caleb and Lars sometimes have the emotional attachment of a peanut, but they understand rage,” she explains. “Drive up to the house and you’ll see. Park behind Nova though so you don’t get glass in those fancy tires.”
“Okay,” I drawl. “Any idea if they’re still with her?”
“They should be,” the redhead murmurs.
I really need to get better with names.
“Alright, I’ll head up there now. Please don’t kill Mrs. Learns, Hollis,” I sigh.
Hollis gives me a wicked smile, and I feel like I just made a mistake.
“I can be perfectly scary without weapons, Tyde,” she says. “Nova needs you to not work such an insane schedule. I know Adrain has the same issues, but he has to have flexible hours for when?—”
“You almost die?” the redhead asks. “I don’t think Adrain has that on his job description. You should be sure to let him know.”
Her glare makes me wince and my knot shrivel, so I do what any self-respecting alpha should do, drive away post haste so I can get into bed with my omega.
Breathing in a sigh of relief, I park behind Nova’s van, seeing that there’s an SUV parked beside her as well. Grabbing my overnight bag, I get out of my car and walk over to what looks like some kind of yard sale, until I see that a lot of the items on carts and tables are broken. My second clue is the cart full of weapons.
Huh. I guess that’s one way to go about trauma. Beat the fuck out of things.
Using the key I lifted, I walk inside and lock the door behind me. Pixie comes out to investigate, meowing loudly until I bend over to pet her.
“Tyde?” a low voice asks from the bedroom, and my stomach tightens as I swallow hard.
“Yeah, it’s me,” I say gruffly, standing. “Does Pixie need to eat?”
“No, the automatic feeder is still set so it fed her,” Lars says.
Pulling off my coat and boots, I yawn again as I walk into the bedroom. The three of them are laying in bed, though only Nova is dozing.
“I’ll hit the couch,” I mutter, exhausted.
“Don’t, I have to get dinner started,” Lars says, getting up.
While I’ve seen him naked before, I purposely kept my attention on Nova during her heat. Basically, I don’t allow myself to ogle either of the Finnegan brothers. It’s typically too confusing.
But maybe I need to lean into that?
Lars picks up his glasses and places them on his face, while I take in his wide shoulders, and follow it down to his defined abs and tapered waist. His cock is thickening by the time my gaze hits it, and I can smell his hazelnut scent getting thicker in the air as well.
“If you stare any harder, Tyde, he’s going to have you dropping to your knees to suck his cock,” Caleb says casually, making my eyes widen as they fly over to him.
Lars smirks as he grabs his jeans and pulls them on, leaving them open. I can see why, because his cock isn’t going to allow him to wrangle it inside of his pants.
“Fuck, I must be losing my mind,” I groan, pulling off my shirt.
Caleb and Lars allow the moment to pass, but I know we’re going to address the elephant in the room at some point.
“Thanks for letting us know Nova needed help today,” Lars murmurs. “I’m sure you saw the aftermath of that. I actually should clean it up before it gets dark.”
“I’ll help,” Caleb murmurs, brushing a kiss over Nova’s forehead.
Hurrying, I drop my pants to the floor, ignoring the fact that I’m not wearing boxers. I hear them both swallow thickly as I move toward the bed, gasping when Lars’ hand shoots out to grip the base of my cock.
“Motherfucker,” I groan.
“So you’re not unaffected by us,” Lars murmurs, his hand beginning to move, his grip just the way I like it.
