Page 131 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
When Ridge finally pulls back, her lips are kiss-swollen, her breathing uneven, and Walker is already there. He slides in with the kind of steady confidence that sneaks up on you, his palm cupping her jaw, thumb brushing over the damp curve of her bottom lip before he leans in. His mouth meets hers softer than Ridge’s, coaxing instead of taking, but it doesn’t stay that way. The second she makes that needy little sound in the back of her throat, his arm tightens around her waist as I hold her from behind, and the kiss turns hungry, his body pressing her back just enough that her toes leave the floor for half a breath.
By the time they’re done, she’s flush-faced and unsteady, looking between all three of us like she’s trying to remember how to breathe. And then her gaze lands back on me, like maybe she already knows I’mnot letting her walk away without another taste. I lean in and steal that kiss that has me captivated. Her lips are soft, her mewls delicious.
She’s breathless, leaning into all three of us now.
One of the kittens launches himself onto the bed and bats at a pillow tassel like it’s his mortal enemy.
“I think he approves,” Sophia says with a watery laugh, scooping him up. She buries her face in his fur for a second, probably so we won’t see the fresh tears in her eyes. “This is way better than the guesthouse, isn’t it, baby?”
“Everything’s better now,” Ridge says, but he’s looking at her, not the cat.
And I get it. I look around at my pack because that’s what we are now—a real pack—and it smacks me square in the gut. I’ve been restless for years, never settling anywhere. But this feels like setting down roots. Like maybe I finally found the place I was meant to land.
“So,” I say, letting a slow grin spread across my face. “You want to really test out that hanging chair? Make sure it’s properly installed?”
She laughs, wiping her cheeks. “Is that all you think about?”
“No,” I say, dead serious. “Sometimes I think about that desk in my office. Very sturdy. Great height. Perfect for?—”
She swats me in the arm, laughing now, cheekspink, while Ridge and Walker both snort like I’ve just said something saintly instead of filthy.
“What? I’m just saying a girl ought to know her options. Variety is the spice of life.”
“You’re impossible,” she says, but she’s smiling the way she did back at the café—open, lit up from the inside.
“Yeah,” I say, tugging her in as Ridge and Walker press close from either side, surrounding her with warmth and scent and promise. “But I’m yours. We all are.”
“Always,” Ridge murmurs into her hair.
“Forever,” Walker adds against her shoulder.
And standing there in her new room, cats claiming the bed, our Omega in our arms, I know exactly what I’d fight for. What I’d kill for. What I’d die for, if it came to it.
Tomorrow, we’ll deal with Ronan. Tomorrow, we’ll figure out the logistics of keeping her safe through her heat. Tomorrow, we’ll face whatever storm is rolling in.
But today?
Today, we made her a home.
And that’s everything.
24
SOPHIA
Confessions of a City Omega
Plot Twist: I Live Here Now
Dearest Diary,
This one is short because I’m exhausted and emotionally drained and possibly having an out-of-body experience.
After a day of drama and misunderstandings (involving a certain blonde who shall remain nameless but rhymes with Twittany), I am now officially moved into the main house with my three cowboys.
Big move. BIG.
Am I excited? Yes. Am I terrified? Also yes. Am I moving too fast? Probably. Do I care? Jury is still out.
