Page 49 of Choosing Their Omega

I can feel myself blushing, and force myself to focus on Ben so that I don’t do something stupid that’ll have the car swerving on the highway, like kissing all of them.

I want them so badly, and now that I’m allowed, possibly, to have them, it’s like I can’t stop thinking about all the things they can do to me. All the things I want them to do to me.

We finally pull up in front of the house. I help Ben out of his seat, and let him lead me inside of the house. I can feel four pairs of eyes on me, including on my ass, as I walk.

I always thought of myself as someone men wouldn’t be interested in. I’m heavy, I’m curvy and round, and men want skinny girls. But not these Alphas. They chose me.

They chose me.

When I get inside, I immediately see that the dining room table still has dishes and food all over it. I can only shake my head fondly at the mess. “Did you guys not even bother to clean up?”

I start grabbing dishes but Miles hand on my wrist stops me. “That’s not your job anymore.”

“We were kind of in a rush to get out the door,” Lawson says. “To get to you.”

“You’re all very sweet.” I look at Lawson, then at Miles. “But I can do the dishes.”

“You’re not our employee anymore,” Miles replies.

“You’re our Omega,” Cruz says.

A shiver works through me and my heart takes off inside my chest. I love hearing them say that.

“Can you read to me?” Ben asks, tugging at me.

I smile down at him. “Of course I can.”

Ben wants to stay up late to spend more time with me, but it’s way past his bedtime, so I compromise by offering to read to him until he falls asleep. The kid’s convinced that he isn’t at all sleepy, but by the time I finish the first book, he’s out like a light.

I kiss his forehead. I know I’m not his nanny anymore, but I still want to spend time with him. I care about him.

When I slip back out into the hall, it’s dark.

I take a second to lean against Ben’s closed bedroom door, my heart feeling so full that I worry it might burst. I knew I missed him. Of course I missed him. But it’s like I couldn’t let myself feel the full force of it all until now. I love him so, so much. It makes me ache everywhere.

Blowing out a breath, I press away from the door and start to head down the hallway toward my room—but I’m only halfway there when I bump into Lawson.

His scent hits me before he does, the scents of smoked sea salt, chocolate, and chili rushing into my nostrils just before his muscled body nearly collides with mine. Luckily, he’s paying more attention than I am, so he catches me by the arms before I can slam into him, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he looks down at me.

“Whoa there, beautiful,” he murmurs. “Watch out.”

“Thanks.”

I look up, and my eyes lock with his. The rich brown of his irises seems impossibly deep in the dim lighting, and I feel like I could fall into him if he weren’t holding me up. My breath stills in my lungs, my heart stuttering as something I can’t even find a name for swells between us.

It’s not just attraction. That’s not a big enough word. It’s bigger than need too.

It feels more like… inevitability. Fate.

My chin lifts, my body swaying toward his, and he lets out a messy breath. The next thing I know, one of his hands is at the back of my head, the other sliding around to brace against my upper back as he drops his head to kiss me.

The second our lips meet, I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning—if being struck by lightning could ever feel good. My body lights up, sparks shooting through me as I grab on to his shirt like an anchor, fisting the fabric as I kiss him back.

He groans into my mouth, sounding like a man who’s just been given a meal after years of starvation. His hold on me keeps me steady and upright as he walks me backward, angling our bodies a little. I’m barely even aware of moving until my back hits the wall gently, and the minute it does, he deepens our kiss, cupping my face in both hands as his tongue delves between my parted lips.

“You taste…” His words are halting, staggered by the fact that he barely seems able to rip his mouth away from mine long enough to form them. “…so…” He drops his hands and trails his mouth along my jaw. “…damn good. I knew you would.”

“So do you,” I gasp breathlessly.

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