Page 20 of Wild Omegas
Her eyes narrow. “No. I just…” She sighs again and relents. “No, you’re right. It’s just rain, and now this night can last a little longer.”
I smile. I hadn’t quite thought of it that way, but she’s right. Had this not happened we would’ve gone back to the ranch and carried on to bed like normal. Now we have more time for an actually, genuinely, fun night.
I can’t remember the last time genuine fun was had by me at least. “There’s that, yes.”
Josie looks up at me. I’m aware I’m grinning at her like an idiot with nothing in my mind but the image of her on the bull still. I can’t shake it, even now as rain presses wet dark brown hair to her forehead. I lean in and take a risk—pushing itbehind her ear. To my surprise she doesn’t pull away. Being this close to her makes her scent inescapable. Not that I’m trying. If anything, I’m drawn further in by the honey florals.
Carson moves closer. “Josie, you really were a wild thing tonight.”
It’s too dark to see it well with the cloudy and rainy nighttime skies, but I can just imagine a blush warming her cheeks like it had at Wild Rodeo.
“That was nothing,” she says dismissively, but it has the opposite effect she wants.
“I was hoping so,” I risk saying. “I’m thinking you can handle wilder bulls.”
Her breath hitches. For days now we’ve been dancing around her and the fact that our designations’ biologies demand we are together. After the initial week of getting to know each other while her ankle healed, everything has come into sharper focus.
I want Josie. I know the others do, too.
We just need her invitation and we’ll make her the happiest omega. We’ll take such good care of her, even better care than we do her family’s ranch.
We just need the green light.
Josie looks at Carson and I in turn, a confident smirk on her face. “Oh, that? I absolutely can. The question is, can you handle a wild omega?”
Carson meets my gaze over Josie’s head.Is she for real?
He nods.
I grab the side of her face and draw her closer to me. “Easily.”
Rain pours down, soaking us, as my lips brush Josie’s. Hers are soft and full and everything I could have imagined. My fingers twine her hair as I cradle her head, deepening the kiss so my tongue can ask for entrance to her mouth. She obliges and our tongues dance as Carson moves in closer. As if sensing him—or more likely his scent moving closer—she turns in my holdto kiss him, too. He growls a satisfied noise deep in his throat. I hold her hips as they make out in the rain.
Something catches my eye in the darkness. It’s Luke coming back. He’s not looking yet, his phone in his hands. “Tow should be here in thirty minutes—” He cuts off once he sees the three of us molding together.
Josie breaks off from Carson to hold a hand out to Luke. “We’ll pass the time.”
Luke looks down at her hand, then to me and Carson. We nod an okay. Without further invitation, Luke tosses his phone into his truck and hurries to Josie. She meets him with arms that wrap around his neck as his lips capture her mouth.
My heart does a flutter leap I’m too heady in Josie’s scent to tame. This could all fall apart. This is far too new, too fragile to hope it’ll last past sunrise. But hell if I don’t want it to.
I need this. We all do. We’ve been looking for an omega and she happened to waltz right into our lives. Josie is it. She’s everything. A small little spit-fire omega able to take us all on.
When Josie and Luke pull away, she takes in the sight of all of us just standing there waiting for what she wants next. I’m coiled tight, ready to pounce if given the okay. Kissing is one thing. What I’m dying for is something else entirely, and for that, there has to be enthusiastic consent.
Josie tilts her head and flashes us all a mischievous smile. “What’s wrong, cowboys? I heard we have thirty minutes, and that you’re not scared of rain.” She reaches out to take Carson and Luke’s hands and place them on each of her hips.
Luke growls and moves Carson’s hand out of the way so he can lift Josie up onto the bed of his truck. “Hold on tight, cowgirl.”
CHAPTER 11
Josie
Carson and Brooksclimb up into the bed of Luke’s truck while Luke kisses me thoroughly. His hands are busy while his tongue dives into my mouth. He pulls down my shorts which is a bit tricky with them already soaked from the rain. But once they’re off, Luke pries open my legs and kneels between them. His mouth is hot on my inner thighs as they blaze a trail north. His full beard tickles my sensitive skin. I moan but it’s swallowed by Carson’s mouth as his tongue dances with mine.
Brooks slips his hand beneath my crop top and massages my breast. I moan again into Carson’s mouth. Before I know it, my crop top and bra are also gone, my breasts spilling forward into Brooks’s face and the rain at the same time. Brooks captures a nipple in his mouth and presses his tongue against it. White-hot pleasure scorches a path through my body to my core. My hips buck off the truck bed into Luke’s waiting face. He uses the opportunity to press his lips where I need him most, devouring the throbbing heat pulsating there. His tongue flicks against my clit. Pleasure rockets through me while he feasts like a starving man.
Carson and Brooks slowly remove their belt buckles and push down their jeans. I reach for their lengths in therelative darkness as their scents—campfire smoke and cedar—completely envelop me like a cocoon of both safety and absolute attraction. When Luke looks up at me his own scent hits me too—leather and whisky—and he holds that eye contact while he dips two fingers inside me. My lips part in an “o” as he plunges inside.
