Page 32 of Neighbors' Omega
“See you tomorrow,” Ash said as I walked past.
“Tomorrow,” I echoed.
By the time I made it to my car, I knew he was right. Whoever was home when I arrived was going to get his dick ridden hard.
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~December~
“You brought your own sugar this time, right?” I teased as Ryan walked in.
He held up a couple shopping bags. “Sugar, eggs, flour, even chocolate chips.”
“Good.”
“I don’t see why you’re complaining,” he teased. “I think it all worked out for you in the end.”
“Principle of it.”
He snickered, then looked around. “Why are we baking here, and not with your mates?”
“Cause you called at the last minute—like a jackass. Roland was already elbows deep in his own baking, and was considering coming over here for more room.”
One of Ryan’s eyebrows went up. “Doesn’t he have access to a professional kitchen?”
“At work,” I laughed. “This is personal baking.”
“And he needs that much space?”
I nodded. “Baking cookies and sweets to mail to relatives, some for the guys to take to work functions. You get the idea. The dining table is covered in multi-tier cooling racks.”
“Damn.”
“Yep.”
“I guess it’s good I called when I did.”
“Much longer and he’d have been going back and forth between houses.”
“The extra space is good for something, I guess.”
“For now.”
There was a moment of silence while I looked around.
“What are you going to do about the house?” Ryan asked after a few minutes.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. My contract is a lease-option, so I have the ability to walk away and treat it like a rental, minus my option fee. But part of me is tempted to keep it.”
“Why? Trouble in paradise?”
I snorted. “No, nothing like that. But the house was already full with four alphas, and now there’s me and soon to be some kids.”
“I don’t see how a second house helps that. Unless somebody wants to live in their own space.”
“Not that, but it would be nice to have a place for guests. Or we’ve discussed turning it into a rental.”
“You seem unsure.”
