Game Over (The Streamverse #2)

6. Charlie

Jesse hit my chest with a soft thud, strong arms circling my middle for a tight squeeze I returned just as eagerly.

My eyes hunted, as if by their own accord, for the girl that walked in with him. The absence of her scent was as much of a draw as if I was met with cloying sweetness.

Big, brown eyes that I’d recognize anywhere.

Full, plush lips that I could remember with crystal clarity wrapped around my cock.

Tara. The omega I’d dreamed of since the moment I’d left her waiting in that hotel room.

Fuck.