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“You expect me to believe that, Clay Jackson?” she says, with a teasing smile on her face.
“It’s the truth.”
“I’m glad.” She snuggles in his arms. “Then it’s special for you too, and you’ll always remember it.”
“Of course we’ll always remember this,” Nash says.
“You’re making it sound,” I point out, “like this is the only time we’re going to do this, Hollie Bright. I missed out this time. But I’m definitely sharing you next time.”
“Well,” she points out. “I live in Rockview and you live here in Silver Creek–”
“Move in with us,” Clay blurts out.
“Wha– ” she says, almost bouncing off the bed. However, there’s one big, inflated knot – Nash’s – locked in her pussy and she can’t go anywhere. I see now why biology did this. I don’t want this Omega wriggling away from us. I want to hold her close, feel her heart thumping against my chest, drown in her sweet scent, nibble at her skin.
“Yeah, come live with us,” I say. “Never leave us. Stay in this nest forever, and we can do this every day, all day, forevermore.”
“Erm…” She giggles. “How about the ranch? The cattle? The horses? If you’re here fucking me all day, who’s gonna look after them?”
I groan, because I can’t even pretend that we could just dismiss all that. Comes with the territory – comes with being an alpha – fucking responsibilities.
“I’ll fuck you every night, then,” I say. “And every morning.”
“That does sound amazing,” she murmurs.
And I can tell she thinks we’re not serious, that it’s just one of those things people say when they’re in bed together. But that’s because she doesn’t know my packmate. Clay wouldn’t say it unless he meant it.
I glance his way. He’s watching us. “Tell her.”
“Hollie,” he says, capturing her attention again. “Come live with us. Come be ours.”
Her brow crunches up. She tilts her head to one side. “We barely know each other.”
“We’ve known each other for ten years,” he says.
“Yes, but–”
“In all that time, I’ve known you were the one. I just didn’t realize that you could feel the same way. But if you do, then what’s stopping us?”
“My life in Rockview,” she says. “There’s my job, my apartment, Ted.”
“Ted!!” we all say at once.
“Who’s Ted?” Nash growls. “Because if there’s another man, I am going to hunt him down and I will kill him.” Maybe that’s the knot in her pussy talking, because our sensitive, dirty-talking packmate rarely hurts a fly. But I understand his reasoning. If there’s a man standing between us and Hollie Bright, I will take him out.
“Ted is my goldfish.”
The three of us all let out audible sighs of relief.
“A goldfish,” I say. “You own a goldfish.”
“Yep.”
“Goldfishes are pretty portable in my experience,” Nash points out. “He could come live with us here.”
“But … there’s still my job and my apartment and …” She trails off, because her best friend’s not in Rockview anymore,and neither is her mom. And we’re here, willing to love her, willing to look after her, willing to be hers – if she’ll have us.
“You could get a job in Silver Creek easily,” Nash informs her. “They’re always looking for vets in the area. As for the apartment, we’re building a house.”
