Page 45 of Players and Pages
"They’re harmless," she reassured him as we climbed in the SUV. I opened the door for her while Cy buckled her in. There was something about treating our omega like a queen that made my alpha practically purr in appreciation.
We liked taking care of our girl, even in subtle ways.
"Once we get closer to the stadium, we can grab a bite to eat. Does anything sound good?” Cy questioned as he started the car.
"I’m not too picky,” she shrugged.
"I don't think they have that anywhere nearby," Griff teased.
"Ha-ha, you smart ass," Dani muttered, rolling her eyes at the awful joke. "Fine. Take me to the place that has the best shake."
"What's your favorite flavor?" I asked, hoping that she'd say strawberry.
"Depends on my mood, strawberry or chocolate. Today is a strawberry day," she told us easily.
Yet another reason I knew she was the perfect omega for me.
"Cy knows the perfect place to get a shake," Griff promised.
"How about some car karaoke?" Cy asked as he turned on a playlist.
"Oh, I'm not much of a singer, but I enjoy music," she said.
"Cy is the only one of us that can’t carry a tune," I told her as I settled in for a twenty minute Cy performance. “But who doesn’t love to belt out the classics?”
“Alright, but I get to control the playlist,” I said, glancing at Cy. He gave me the side eye before his eyes flickered back to the road.
“I feel like I’m going to regret this, but go for it, peach,” he said as he handed his phone right over.
It was nice to have alphas who were not just good men, but unconsciously made my omega feel secure.
Opening his music app, I scrolled through his playlists, eyes widening at the top playlist.
A Playlist for my Peach
“You have one for me?” It slipped out before I could stop it.
He glanced my way with that devastating smile on his face. “I do. Just don’t open it yet, it’s a work in progress.”
“Okay,” I said, biting my lip as I looked back at the phone, forcing myself to focus on a good mix. Usually on longer drives I settled on classic rock. The kind my dad used to belt out on Saturday mornings.
Even though they hit me with nostalgia and a bit of sadness, I still loved them.
Today I needed something with a bit more pep. With a wicked grin, I settled on nineties pop. If anyone was going to appreciate those, it would be my guys.
The first notes of “Bye Bye Bye” by N’sync echoed out and suddenly everyone forgot that we couldn’t sing. Though, Jackson wasn’t kidding about Cy. I’d have to carry a bucket for the poor guy. But with his deep and rich talking voice, it would be perfect to read me to sleep.
Honestly, that wasn’t a bad idea.
“What?” he asked when he caught me staring again.
“Just thinking that voice would be perfect to read to me before bed,” I said, not bothering to hide it. I swear I was already obsessed with these men.
“That can be arranged,” he grinned. “But what happens when we get to the spicy parts?”
“We recreate them,” I said with a smirk. All three alphas groaned, scents swelling with that alpha musk that had me squeezing my thighs together.
Damn, I walked right into that one.
