Page 52 of Arming Alexis

I was happy Alexis was here, and that I could be with her.. I meant every word that I told her in that room. She was ours. Forever.

“Does that shit-eating grin mean yes?” Miko smirked knowingly.

Fucker obviously knew what I was thinking, because he was probably thinking the same damn thing.

“Yeah, except Antonio is going to be a fucking bear until his leg heals,” I said, knowing full well the bear could hear me.

“Fuck you. Now get your asses in here so we can figure out what we’re going to do.”

“You heard the boss.” Miko filed into the room behind me.

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled, standing in the corner closest to Antonio’s bed.

His dark hair was mussed, several areas standing up and in every direction. There was a thick growth from his beard that he grumbled about as he ran a hand over it. “I need a fucking shower and a razor.”

“The razor we can do but not the shower. Not for a few more days, Doc said.” Miko grinned like a crazy person, probably thrilled that Antonio was so uncomfortable and growly.

And he couldn’t get up and chase Miko to knock him down a few notches.

“Fuck you.”

Miko cackled. “Nope, can’t do that either, boss man. Sorry. I think you’ll just have to enjoy the company of your hand, unless you can sweet talk Alexis into forgiving you and giving you a blow job.”

“Do you have a death wish, Miko?” I pinched the bridge of my nose as I shook my head at his antics.

“Apparently, he does.” Antonio’s amber eyes darkened with fury as he glared at our lovely British friend.

“No, I do not. Not now that we found our beautiful perfect omega.” Miko licked his lips and closed his eyes. “I can’t die before I knot her tight cunt.”

Thanks, Miko. Because of him,I was hard just thinking about Alexis and how she tasted. Then I pictured her relaxed in the bath, water coating her smooth skin.

I shifted in discomfort as Antonio tried to reach out and grab Miko. But all he did was jostle his leg and utter a bitter string of curses.

"Miko, just shut up." I shook my head, feeling a headache brewing behind my eyes. "Why don't you go cook dinner, and I'll get him situated."

"Do what he says," Antonio grumbled, waving his hand toward the door. "All you're doing right now is pissing me off and making me hard. Both of which I can't do anything about, so go."

Miko threw his hands up. "Fucking hell, you're a bear. Fine, I'll cook dinner. Better to be away from you jackasses anyway," he muttered as he walked away.

"Drama queen," I shouted as he left the room.

He promptly thrust his hand inside the door to flip me off.

"He's going to drive me mad." Antonio winced as he shifted in the bed.

"You need to take your meds." I rolled my eyes at the look he gave me and grabbed the bottle and his water. "Drink up like a good boy now."

"I swear to fucking God, Cormac. If you start doing that shit, too, I will flay the skin off your dick."

Well, someone was feisty.

I chose not to respond and left the room to fall into silence. Antonio took his medication, grimacing as he swallowed, and then handed me the bottle back. "How is she?" he asked quietly, staring at the door.

I knew who he meant, and if he were in a better mood, I would have messed with him a bit. Now wasn't the time, though.

"I think she's confused. She's holding onto the past, and rightfully so." I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a pointed look.

"She needs to understand that what I did was–"

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