Page 203 of Broken Omega

“It did. I’m talking about River.”

I swallow thickly. River looks kind of dazed, and his perfume is heavy in the air.

I feel my cock swelling up, ready to be used to sate his heat and make him feel better.

“This place has beds, doesn’t it?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at Brooke.

She smiles. “It does, but he needs his nest. It didn’t matter to me at the time because it all happened so fast and I was in pain, but it matters to River. We need his bed. Wherever that is.”

“Then we’d better get moving,” I tell her.

Crystal Lake, here we come.

BROOKE

Iuse my calming touch to keep River in a sedate mood while we travel. I can feel the almost feral lust bubbling under the surface, and it’s kind of hard not to let myself get swept away by the feeling.

Knowing my mate needs my help is the only thing that keeps me anchored and sending calming energy through my fingers to his. I didn’t know using my touch could feel like this. It’s a wonderful feeling to realize I can do something to help him.

Donnie has his other hand at River’s left side, and he’s stroking his fingers gently with his free hand.

River’s calm enough to fall asleep, and for a few minutes I think he’s going to.

Then we hit a bump in the road, and Frost issues a guilt-laden, “Shit! Sorry!” that only helps keep our Omega awake.

“The good news is we’re not that much farther from home,” Donnie tells me.

I’m looking forward to seeing where they live. Where I’m going to live with them.

“The better news is I won’t have to move towns,” Kellan adds.

“You live in Crystal Lake, too?” Frost asks, surprised. “Maybe we should go to your place.”

“My place is a one-bedroom in a shitty apartment building,” Kellan admits. “I stayed there to save money. I might have close to a million in the bank now, but it wasn’t an overnight fortune. I made a lot of sacrifices. A nice house was one of them.”

“Damn. I would have guessed you had one of those high-flyer, fancy, top floor apartments in the middle of Cressidan City,” Frost says.

Kellan laughs. “I thought about moving to the city once or twice. I like Crystal Lake too much. Plus, it’s where my parents are.”

“Well, I guess that means we have at least one option for babysitters when the time comes,” Frost says, his gaze meeting mine via the rearview mirror.

I raise an eyebrow at him. “We haven’t even had the talk about kids yet. Can we try not to get ahead of ourselves, please?”

It’s kinda funny. I’m not quite as against the idea now that I’ve found the men that were meant for me. I wouldn’t say I’m ready to start trying—let’s not get too crazy—but I don’t completely hate the thought of it.

“You’ll be a kickass mom,” Donnie tells me, like I don’t already know.

“Not for a while,” I warn him. “I had plans when I got out of Goldcrest.”

“What kind of plans?” Donnie asks.

“The kind where I go to school to be an SFX artist and then maybe get to work on a few movies.”

I shrug, and his jaw drops open.

“That’s what the toolbox is, right? Your supplies?”

“That’s what’s in there,” I confirm.

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