Page 136 of Broken Omega

He disappears into the bedroom.

“She’ll need to eat something when she wakes up. She didn’t have any breakfast.” River gets up, clearing away the empty coffee containers into one of the empty bags.

“We should have brought more food,” I realize out loud.

“The nearest store’s a pharmacy,” Kellan tells me.

“There’s a mini supermarket around the corner,” I inform him.

“Right. You used to live here.”

Donnie comes back out of the bedroom, closing the door quietly.

“It’ll be faster if I go,” I decide, getting to my feet. “Donnie, can you get the electrics started? We’ll want to use the refrigerator if we’re gonna be here a couple days.”

KELLAN

Acouple days in a tiny apartment with my true mate and three strange men. What could possibly go wrong? Well, I’ve already pissed off the pack Alpha and I’ve barely been awake five minutes.

“Don’t let Frost get to you,” Donnie tells me as he messes around with the meter, feeding it full rolls of quarters. “He’s always getting dicked about something. Back me up, River.”

“Getting dicked?” I ask.

“When he’s tired, he turns into a dick.”

“I wouldn’t call it getting dicked,” River says, shaking his head.

“Well, I would.” Donnie shrugs and slaps the side of the meter.

The sudden hum of electricity as the overhead lights flicker on makes me blink.

“That’s how that thing works?”

“It’s probably not how it’smeantto work,” Donnie admits, shrugging. “But, hey, you work with what you’ve got. Can’t believe Frost didn’t tell you. Well, actually, I can. He’s been getting dicked a lot lately.”

“And that’s why I wouldn’t call it that,” River murmurs.

“Don’t pretend you don’t love my double innuendos,” Donnie says, catching River in a hug from behind and kissing his neck.

River laughs, clearly used to Donnie’s behavior. “I like them when they’re appropriate.”

Oh. Okay. These two are a thing. And apparently watching a couple of men be playful with each other is enough to make my dick twitch. That’s definitely new.

I try to wipe the shock from my face before they turn around.

A rush of blood to my cheeks is slightly preferable to walking around with a raging hard-on, but I’d rather not have to explain either reaction while I’m still trying to understand what I’m feeling.

Picking up my soda, I take a long gulp, spilling a bit down the side of my mouth in my haste.

I set the can down and wipe my face. I’ve stained my shirt.Damn it.

I’ll probably be forced to buy a new set of clothes to go to the academy anyway.

They’re all about appearances. I wouldn’t want to take the risk of turning up in normal clothes.

“You should probably try to get that out before it stains,” Donnie tells me.

“I might do that if I knew how.”

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