Page 30 of Omega Inked

...then he sighs.

"Worth it."

I laugh and get out of bed, leaning over to grab my jeans and stepping into them as I look back at him. His black hair is in his eyes, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"That as so intense," he says. "How long have we been in here?"

"All night at least," I say. "We came in sometime during the day and then...I can't even remember how many times we fucked her or which ways."

"Every way," Phoenix answers. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving."

"What are we gonna tell Mercer?" he asks.

I shrug. "I'm sure Olivia already told him what happened. Hopefully she did most of the heavy lifting for us."

"You think she would?"

"Well...he's not in here beating the hell out of us," I tell him. "If she wasn't here to smooth things over, I'm sure he'd be up in our faces now, telling us to never touch her again or whatever...but he's not. I'm willing to bet she took the blame for everything."

"Is that really fair?"

I look at him and smile. "One thing I do remember is thatsheseducedus--not the other way around. Now let's go get some grub."

He stands and glances around the room, then grabs his clothes, pulling them on as he comes over to me. "Wait...did we...?"

"Did we what?"

"Like...did we fuck?"

I wish I knew...but I honestly have no idea.

"I can't remember," I tell him.

We walk out of the bedroom and take a left, and I find Olivia sitting at the little dining table next to the kitchenette. Her eyes widen and her face flushes when she sees us, and she gets to her feet quickly. She's wearing a pair of little black gym shorts and a black concert tee, and she looks...

She would look good in anything, I think.

But right now, with the afterglow of being well-fucked, she looks amazing.

I stroll forward and slip my arm around her waist, and she melts into my touch as she places her hands on my chest. I press a kiss to her forehead, purring softly.

"Mornin', beautiful," I say.

She smiles up at me as I pull away. "Good morning," she murmurs. "I'm glad you're still..."

She pauses.

"What?" I ask.

"I didn't know if you would still want to do this," she says. "If it was just my heat."

"I'll always want to do this," I tell her. "And you knew that before we got started. You knew I'd be just as turned on as you were."

"I did," she says with a nod. "And...and I don't know if it's just because I'm still getting used to your scent or because maybe my heat isn't quite over, but I really want to do it again."

My eyes light up. I lean in and kiss her, holding her tightly against me. "You bet," I whisper into her ear. "As soon as our bodies recover."

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