Page 118 of Running on Empty

“Fuck…” Ronan groaned.

“I’ve got a full cooked breakfast on the table to make up for it.” His gaze heated up as he stared at me. “Though maybe that won’t be quite the incentive I hoped for.”

“We could push the meeting back,” Ronan said, making clear as he pressed into me, what we would do instead. “A little team building activity could be good for morale?”

Ash was about to say yes, I could see it and I wanted him to, fuck how I wanted him to. But I was the one who piped up then.

“We can’t.” I winced as I said the words. “We’ve got that meeting with the big security firm that wants to start handballing us some of the work. Max Lockwood set it up and—”

“And later, omega,” Ronan promised, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck before climbing out of the bed.

I should’ve knownsomething was up. I rushed through a shower that morning and when I stepped out of it, I felt like I needed to jump back under the spray. The bathroom felt close, humid, and as sweat prickled across my skin I dismissed it as another shitty Aussie summer.

Stupid bloody omega.

I got dressed, picking something from the wardrobe of ‘suitable office attire’, according to Ash, pausing when I pulled out a particularly short skirt (it’d been a compromise we’d hammered out between us) and a sleeveless blouse, because damn, it was gonna be hot today.

“Ohh fuck…” Jax hissed as I marched out of the bedroom, taking in the heels, the skirt and the blouse unbuttoned far too low, dropping his toast down on his plate and going to intercept me, but I marched over to Ash and leaned over the table, Ronan stared over his shoulder at everything I had on offer.

“What do you think?” My voice was coming out way more sultry than I could usually muster, the wolf whining inside my head. She wanted something badly.Me too, Wolfie, I told her.Me too.“Do I look professional enough?”

“You look good enough to fucking eat.” That growl was the only warning I got as Ash tugged me down into his lap. “And now I’m fucking cranky because I can’t spend my morning doing just that.”

I wriggled my arse over the lump in his pants because it was evident he wasn’t cranky only. His hands slapped down on my hips, holding me right at the perfect spot where his cock poked through my skirt slightly and if I just spread my legs…

“Eat your breakfast, omega,” he barked, piling toast and bacon on a plate and then put it before me. “And just know, if you end up staining that skirt, I’ll make sure you have to wear it all day in retaliation.”

“You made me breakfast?” I cooed with far too much enthusiasm, leaning over slowly so he felt every move of my body. I crunched on the toast, chewing and swallowing the mouthful before looking back at Ash. “You are such a good boy.”

“I’m going to spank your arse red…!” The big alpha started to get to his feet, taking me with him.

“Yeahh, if you do that, we aren’t going to work at all today,” Jax drawled, trying to mask his response to all of this, even as his eyes shone bright green. “You lift that skirt? We won’t be going anywhere until Stevie is walking funny and finds it hard to sit down comfortably for a week.”

“Fine,” Ash grumped, as his brothers cackled, egged on by my wide grin.

But by thetime we got to the office for the breakfast meeting, I was starting to wonder at my life decisions.

“As you can seewe have an excellent track record of resolving all the cases we take on within a short time period,” Ash said, standing in front of all these bigwigs from the company Max had referred us to. He was dressed in a damn button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up over his forearms, which was literal porn for women, and every time he gestured at the slides on the screen projector, I shifted in my seat. Ronan shot me a sidelong look after the millionth time I squirmed and then smiled.

Fuck, the man could make the simplest thing look dirty, his grin the perfect combination of boyish and devilish, which only made things so much worse. So bad I felt the rush of slick between my legs, which reminded me of what Ash had said. I shot to my feet, feeling it slide between my thighs.

“Everything OK, Stevie?” Ash asked.

“Just have to duck to the loo,” I said, pasting on a work appropriate smile before I high tailed it out of there.

We had an office toilet, but Ash had one inside his office and I bolted for that, slapping my hands down on the sink when I realised what this was. A cramp tore through me and that forced me to claw my skirts up, baring my hot, soaked cunt to the air.

Fuck. I was going into heat.

I let out a few frantic little pants, smothering a whine as the wolf started to pace inside me.

Our mates were in that room and we needed them here.

She didn’t give a shit about the meeting or the other security company or any of that.

She wanted her mates here, with me, preferably naked, but she’d allow them a short period of grace to get that way. It just needed to be soon. I went to slam the door shut, to give myself some privacy as I stripped off, tried to at least see to myself, even though my own touch was repellent right now, but as I did so a big hand stopped me.

“What’s going on, omega?”

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