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Except I didn’t want anybody else. I wanted Declan and Jamie.
I wanted both my men, and eventually, I’d have neither.
Chapter 4 - Jamie
~Black Friday~
Ikicked Declan and Austin’s door three times. “Open up! My hands are full.”
It was a good day. I’d had a nice leisurely wank to make sure I had a sex smell, and it was time to put Operation Christmas Cock into action.
Unfortunately, calling the plan bare-bones would have been a gross exaggeration. Camden and I had spent several hours trying to find something I hadn’t tried—aside from being direct—and had come up empty-handed. Eventually, we’d decided that reconnaissance was the first step.
I knew Declan and Austin better than almost anybody else. But maybe I’d missed something. Was there a cologne that got their attention a bit better? Had I missed any openings in my attempts to get them to court me? The best way to find out was to be around them even more than normal.
It wasn’t much, but it was a start—plus I enjoyed the thought of more time with my alphas.
Austin opened the door, blond hair sleep-mussed and looking delicious in a low-slung pair of gray sweatpants with noshirt. “How are you awake?” he asked. “Declan is still in a turkey coma.”
“That sounds like a him problem,” I replied, shuffling past Austin to get into their apartment. “Besides, it’s almost ten.”
“Ten on a day off,” Austin muttered, following me into the living room. Then a pause. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Um… is that a Christmas tree?”
“Yes. Scoot that chair over.”
Austin moved the chair out of the corner, even though he was still confused.
I set the tree box on the floor, then lowered a couple of bags of ornaments next to it. “I’ve got another load. Keep the door open.”
“Ok…” he mumbled as he followed me back to the door.
I dashed to my apartment, grabbed several more bags, made sure my door was locked, and darted back to the warmth of my alphas’ apartment.
“Jamie…” Austin started as I knelt on their living room floor. “What are you doing?”
I opened the Christmas tree box. “Decorating.”
“Why are you decorating our apartment and not yours?”
I smirked at him over my shoulder—noting his growing hard-on out of the corner of my eye. “Because you losers always forget to decorate, and I spend a lot of time over here. I like the decorations, so I’m decorating here so I can enjoy both you guys and the festive shit.”
He sighed. “I’ll go put on some coffee.”
“Cream and sugar for me, thanks,” I chirped as I pulled the tree stand from the box.
I unfolded the stand then pulled the tree out. I was fluffing out the branches when I heard footsteps coming down the hall and Declan’s delicious scent washed over me.
“Why are you putting up a tree?” he mumbled, voice still rough from sleep.
“Because I want to,” I laughed. “Catch up.”
He sighed, then called to Austin, “Is there enough coffee for me?”
“Yes, but you’re in charge of making the next pot.”
