Page 212 of Stolen Omega

And the crazy wardrobe full of neon clothing choices.

I get up from the bed to pick out an outfit to wear after my shower.

The orange swim shorts have kind of grown on me, but I figure I should dress a little less provocatively so I can actually get a chance to eat something and enjoy some downtime with my new mates before the heat turns the rest of our night into a lust-fuelled orgy.

Mmm. Lust-fuelled orgy.

My dick jumps to attention.

When my stomach growls madly, it deflates right back down.

No more lust-fuelled orgies for you. At least not until after you’ve eaten and relaxed.

I take a lime-green T-shirt out of the closet and a black pair of shorts.

Then, I find a black tank and a tighter fitting pair of black shorts to offer Zoey.

Her clothing choices are ridiculously formal, which Zane would have known if he’d bothered to check what had been ordered. He can’t have looked at any of that stuff. He must have just thrown it in the closet and went onto the next thing he needed to do.

I hope he brought a load of clothes for himself, too, because my stuff won’t fit anyone but me and Zoey, and it’s all going to be a bit baggy for her.

Cam stretched out one of my shirts once, thinking he must have shrunk one of his own in the wash.

It was kind of hot, truth be told. He ripped the sleeves when he flexed a muscle.

As if he isn’t sexy enough. Hulk-Cam is one of my favorite Cams.

I smile as I close the closet doors, humming under my breath.

Zoey steps into the room wrapped in a towel, singing softly along to my humming on reflex.

I stop and she stops. Her face flushes.

“Sorry, it’s just a habit …”

“I like it,” I assure her. “I just didn’t realize I was doing it. I don’t think I ever really stopped. It’s just that I never used to notice it until you started singing along. Then, you weren’t around anymore. I know I didn’t do it for a long time.”

“Well, get used to me, because I’m not going anywhere,” she tells me.

“Good. I don’t want you to ever leave.” I move over to the bed. “I picked these out for you. They might be too big, I’m not sure.”

“Thanks. I’ll give them a try. Anything’s better than a ballgown.”

“I think you’d suit a ballgown,” I tell her. “Just not as much as you suit oversized shirts with cute sneakers and no underwear.”

“So, basically what I was wearing to be brought here, minus the sweatpants?”

“I mean, sweatpants are only sexy when a guy with a big cock is wearing them with no underwear.”

She snorts at me as I walk away, into the bathroom.

“You can’t tell me the thought of Archer in sweats isn’t hot,” I tell her, raising my eyebrows as I get ready to close the door.

She blinks at me. “Oh, wow. I can totally picture that.”

“I mean, there’s big, and then there’s BIG.”

And Archer is the latter. He has the textbook definition of a monster cock, and that’s before he turns that beast into a knot. I’m surprised Zoey can actually walk after being rutted with that thing for hours.

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