Page 106 of With A Little Luck
There are four chairs along the wall of the room, and I move to take a seat in one. Until I see Quincy struggling to get her coat off. Striding back across the room, I help her out of it.
“My arms never felt short before I had to contend with a giant baby bump,” she grumbles, rubbing the side of her stomach.
“It’s cute,” I assure her, bending to kiss her temple.
Fuck if I know who gave me permission to do that, but I swear she’s dumping out pheromones like crazy. They make me ache to pull her into my arms and snuggle the hell out of her.
It has to be some type of biological response.
Quincy smiles shyly over her shoulder. “Thanks, Ridge.”
I’m hit with the most insane sense of déjà vu, and it’s all that look on her pretty face.
The Night of The Prologue
Steamy hot water beats down on my arms and chest as I help Quincy soap her back. She’s so fucking soft in comparison to my calloused skin. It’s mind-blowing that she even trusted me enough that she left the bar with me.
I’m not a creepy dick, butshehas no way of knowing I’m safe.
I should have a conversation with her about safety when it comes to unbonded omegas.
My job has exposed me to a whole heap of shit that I wish I could forget, but I can understand the average person doesn’t comprehend how ugly the world can be.
At the same time, I don’t want to scare her by warning her how vigilant she needs to be.
Quincy is tender in a way I’m not used to. Her boyfriend must not have had many brain cells.
She’s the kind of woman who dropped everything to take care of her ailing grandmother. It shows how loyal she is and that she’s family oriented, both traits I find extremely attractive.
I’ve only known her for four hours, and I’m already daydreaming ways to keep her forever. Her coconut and creamy vanilla scent is everywhere, even managing to drown out the cheap hotel soap.
I’ve never been enamored with the thought of finding an omega of my own. My entire adult life, I’ve put my career first, but she’s the kind of woman I could see myself settling down for.
No more last-minute trips to the dregs of the earth to take out some cartel psychopath who doesn’t want to play by the rules. No more spending months away from home, tracking a target and learning every second of their daily routine to put an end to them for an insane payday.
Hell, I might be bored doing nothing but security contracts, but Leo and Shaw seemed happy enough back when they were working for Senator Callahan. I think I’d adapt quickly if I had someone like Quincy to come home to at the end of the day.
The little omega grins over her shoulder at me, and my heart races. She spins to face me, allowing the water to rinse off her soapy back.
Her pupils are huge as she runs her hands down my chest. “You’re so tall. It’s kinda ridiculous.” Her teeth dig into her lower lip. “Pick me up, please?”
Fuck me.
I’m not sure I could deny her anything. She could ask me to carve my heart out, and I’d say,Yes, dear, of course. Here you are.
My hands wrap around her ass, and I lift her as she scrambles up, looping her forearm behind my neck. Her wet tits plaster to my chest, and she stretches up, pushing her lips to mine.
I should have taken her to my house. My shower is built for someone my size. She seemed skittish about even coming here, and my place is a hike, so it was a nice compromise, but the shower is cramped with both of us.
Her naughty little tongue slides around mine, and the scent of her pussy is everywhere, teasing my system into rut.
If the shower was tall enough, I’d toss her up onto my shoulders and feast on her cunt right here.
Un-fucking-fortunately that’s not going to happen, but I turn, trapping her back to the wall.
Her nails dig into my throat, and she sobs into the kiss as she grinds her core against my pelvis.
My half-hard cock perks up, and my knot throbs, aching to be buried inside her.
