Page 154 of Knot That Serious

He waggled his eyebrows at her, and if he hadn’t still been hard and knotted inside her, she would’ve rolled her eyes.

Jack managed to get them up off the couch, and heat was simmering beneath her skin again by the time he stood, her legs locked around his waist. “How many times do you think I can make you come like this? More than your heat?”

“Oh, that’s doubtful,” she said, and regretted her honesty instantly. “But, I mean, that’s normal, like—”

“It’s a bet,” Jack said, and walked her to her bedroom. He paused at the door. “Does this mean I’m welcome in the nest now?”

Eli scoffed “Yes, you idiot. Come on,” she said, shoving at the door frame to propel him forward.

Something in her… settled as soon as Jack laid them down in her nest, some of his shirts still mixed in with the blankets and pillows. She shivered as the cool sheets met her skin, and of course Jack noticed, his gaze latching onto her chest in an instant.

“A bet’s a bet,” Jack murmured before dipping his head.

She gasped, sensitive from all the attention, and bit her lip to muffle the moan. “No one’s betting against you, Jack, so it’s not really—“

“Shhh,” he said, the breath of it brushing against her nipple, shiny from his mouth.

With the bond, she couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed, because he knew arousal was cutting through her sharp and sweet, and Eli arched into his lips.

She had a feeling they’d be here a while.

31. Surprise

Beckett

The blinker seemed loud in the silence of the car, and Beckett adjusted his hold on the steering wheel as he stared the red light down and willed it to turn green.

“Last one, right?” Jack asked.

Beckett nodded, too afraid to look over at him.

“Out of the ones we’ve seen so far, I think I like the last apartment best, but we’ll see. What do you think?”

I think I’m insane, Beckett said to himself.

He’d picked Jack up this morning, the alpha grinning and humming and practically floating around. Beckett guessed the night in with Eli had done some good.

But Beckett was a little preoccupied with not freaking out about asking Jack to pack up with him.

“I still can’t believe they’re trying to make you pay for the damage. That’s so not fair,” Jack bemoaned as the light turned green. Beckett pressed on the gas and kept driving.

“I know, insurance sucks,” Beckett agreed.

They’d visited several apartments that day, each one slightly worse than the last. Some of them were nice, but the leases were too expensive to break, and he didn’t want to commit to somewhere for three years. Not when Jack and Eli were closer than ever to figuring their shit out.

So here he was, making Jack suffer alongside him. This last place was… a stretch, certainly. Jack would demand answers as soon as it came into sight, and Beckett was trying to rehearse everything he’d typed out in the notes on his phone the night before. Raj had helped.

He wiped a sweaty hand on his pant leg. God, why did it feel like he was trying to propose?

Beckett guessed that’s kind of what he was trying to do. Oh, god, should he have gotten a ring?

Focus, Beckett; focus. It’s too late for that now anyway.

Right. He was pulling into the driveway. The long driveway, which revealed a two-story house set back off the road, protected on all sides by trees.

“Uh, Beck, do you have the right address?” Jack asked, leaning forward in his seat.

“Yeah,” Beckett said, gulping. “I do.”

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