Chapter Eleven
Rhea
T heo adjusts his grip and lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing as Lexi disappears down the corridor.
Kai crouches beside the beta on the floor, tilting his head and grinning like a devil in a leather jacket.
“Hey, sunshine,” he says, voice like he’s chewing on a punchline as he shakes his shoulder. “You still breathing?”
The man groans as he stirs awake, then blinks up at Kai, all dazed and pale.
Kai plucks his earpiece out with a flourish and dangles it in front of his face.
“Now. Listen close.”
The guy tries to sit up.
He fails.
“If you even think about calling this in,” Kai says, low and smooth, “I will make sure your security career dies so fast it doesn’t even get a funeral. I know every firm in this city. I train their best. One word from me, and your résumé turns to dust.”
The beta swallows, eyes wide.
“You keep your mouth shut, you keep your job. Capiche ?”
This time, the beta nods.
Kai slaps him lightly on the cheek, cheerful as hell. “Good boy.”
Lucian’s already stalking ahead like he’s got a sniper team on standby, suit flaring like it’s trying to flee the man wearing it.
"We’re wasting time," he barks, slicing through the tension like a power-walking guillotine. "She’s broadcasting like a fucking flare."
His gaze cuts across the others, all disdain and purebred judgment, before it lands on Theo, who’s still holding me like a very sweaty, very distressed bouquet.
Ash steps up without missing a beat. “Then lead the way to the car, Your Highness. We’ve got her.”
Theo adjusts his hold on me, and I melt against him - equal parts survival instinct and desperation. His scent - pine, honey, steady - wraps around me, and it helps.
My brain starts thinking in full sentences again instead of just shrieking.
Then Theo leans down and - without thinking, I swear - rubs his cheek along mine. His jaw brushes against my temple, slow and warm.
He’s scenting me.
And I hate that it feels... good . Better than anything has in hours.
I breathe him in, greedy for it.
His voice is soft. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
The others fall into step around us like a very uncoordinated human shield.
Theo: steady and comforting. Ash: quiet, razor-focused. Kai: swaggering along like he’s auditioning for a role called Sexy Chaos . Lucian: still storming ahead like the world’s angriest luxury predator.
“I’m just saying,” Kai announces like he’s narrating the movie version of this mess, “this feels like the start of a heist film. You’ve got the soldier,” he gestures to Ash, “the CEO with unresolved authority issues,” to Lucian, “the golden retriever with a savior complex,” he nods at Theo.
“Don’t,” Theo warns, voice tight.
“- and me , obviously. The wildcard with perfect abs and no moral compass.”
“Shut up , Reed,” Lucian bites .
I’m too busy trying not to combust in Theo’s arms to ask how any of them apparently know each other.
“Almost there,” Theo says, just for me.
“Almost where ?” Kai crows. “Vale still hasn’t confirmed if his little murder mansion comes with blackout curtains or silk restraints.”
“Reinforced walls,” Lucian clips. “Electric gates. Security cameras. Medical isolation wing.”
“So… a very expensive panic room,” Kai snorts. “What, you keeping her safe or storing government secrets?”
“It’s secure,” Lucian says. “Which is what she needs.”
“ She has a name,” Theo mutters, holding me tighter.
Lucian's gaze cuts sideways, but his steps don't falter. “ She hasn’t given it.”
I press my face deeper against Theo’s chest, forcing a rasp from my throat.
“…Rhea.”
Theo’s hand tightens on my back. “Her name is Rhea.”
Kai lets out a long, low whistle. “Damn. Pretty name for a pretty mess.”
“ Kai ,” Theo growls in warning.
“Sorry, Bambi,” the youngest Alpha says instead.
Ash snarls . “Stop calling her that.”
“Why? You thinking of trademarking her?”
“Do you want your jaw relocated?”
“Can you idiots shut up for five fucking minutes?” Lucian interrupts. “I want to make it to my car without anyone fighting or dry-humping in the fucking corridor .”
His eyes are a storm barely contained, and every one of them - even Kai - falls silent under the weight of it.
"We're not dragging this out," Lucian says, stalking forward again. "We move fast. We stay quiet. We don't fuck this up."
We move back into step, nothing but quiet falling around - until we pass a catering entrance.
The scent-neutralizers sputter above us like dying bugs, and two Betas glance up.
They sniff. Then freeze.
I brace.
One of them reaches for his phone -
And it vanishes.
Kai throws the device into the wall with a satisfying crack.
“No calls. No photos,” he says. “You didn’t see her.”
The betas nod like bobbleheads at gunpoint.
Kai returns to us, shrugging. “I’m not saying I’m the muscle, but if this were a boyband, I’m definitely the hot one with anger issues.”
Lucian exhales through his nose. “You’re something . ”
“What?” he says, laughter in his voice. “You know, this is feeling less like a rescue and more like a classified op. And I’m into it.”
“I’ll remind you not to say that when the omega you’re joking about has claws,” Ash says dryly.
“She already does,” Theo murmurs, glancing down at me before lowering his voice. “We’ve got you, Rhea.”
I nod. Not because I believe it entirely, but because it’s the only thing I can do.
We reach the back door. Lucian pushes it open, and cold air rushes in, slapping my skin awake.
I gasp, body arching slightly against the shock. Every inch of me recoils and aches at once - torn between relief and want, logic and hunger.
Theo adjusts his grip, sheltering me from the worst of the cold while Ash sweeps the perimeter.
Lucian strides ahead, all purpose and predatory silence. The alphas follow until he reaches a matte-black SUV that looks less like a car and more like a moving fortress.
It beeps once as he unlocks it, and Kai stares .
“Of course you drive something that looks like it does international arms deals on the side,” he quips.
Lucian doesn’t blink.
“Get in,” Lucian snaps, crisp as a bank foreclosure notice.
Theo steps toward the SUV, but Lucian lifts a hand like he’s directing traffic at a crime scene.
“Put Rhea inside,” he says, clipped. “Leave the rest to me.”
Theo freezes mid-step.
Ash’s shoulders tense.
Kai’s smirk wobbles like it just remembered it had taxes due.
My head’s heavy. Sluggish. But even through the fog of heat and chaos, one thought pulses loud and clear:
Lucian wants me alone.
Alone , in a locked luxury deathmobile, with a man who looks like he argues with lawyers for fun.
Nope. Absolutely not.
I don’t care how many commas are in his bank account; there is not a single fiber of me willing to play that game.
Four is better.
Four is safer.
Four means they might murder each other with snark before they get the chance to ruin me .
I force a breath down into my lungs and say, voice rough but steady, “They stay.”
Lucian turns, his expression like I just asked to bring a live raccoon on a private jet. “You need stability,” he says, like it’s a diagnosis. “Not a circus.”
“Then why do you look like the ringmaster?” Kai chirps.
“I need all of them,” I say, my voice louder this time, ignoring the way the words make Kai do a slow, dramatic double take like he just heard I called him essential.
“Hell yeah you do,” he grins, clearly delighted.
Ash doesn't speak, but his mouth tightens into the kind of line that says finally, someone’s making sense.
“She’s right,” Theo says, holding me closer. He’s calm, firm - classic emotional support golden retriever, now with bonus biceps. “You can’t drive and keep her stable. She needs contact. She needs control.”
“She needs snacks,” Kai adds under his breath. “And probably therapy. But sure, let’s start with a cuddle pile.”
Lucian turns that nuclear gaze on Theo, but the man doesn't blink.
Stone, that one.
“And she needs eyes,” Ash chimes in next, voice low and firm. “More than two. You’re not taking her solo - not with unknowns still circling.”
Lucian’s nostrils flare.
The man looks like he’s trying to decide between throwing a tantrum or buying a third yacht.
Then Kai opens his mouth, and the gods sigh.
“Also,” Kai offers, raising a hand, “I’m definitely not letting the scariest omega I’ve ever met ride off alone with someone who looks like he uses spreadsheets to sort his feelings. No offense.”
Lucian turns his glare on him, sharp enough to skin a soul, but Kai beams like it’s a compliment.
“Just saying. You give off strong ‘won’t let you touch the thermostat’ energy.”
Ash sighs. “This isn’t about comfort. It’s protection. And she doesn’t trust you alone.”
The tension holds, tight as a rubber band.
Then Lucian looks at me again, jaw clenched so hard I swear I hear his teeth file themselves.
I meet his stare, unflinching.
“I want them,” I say simply.
A long beat.
Then, Lucian exhales like he’s personally offended by compromise, steps back from the SUV door, and gestures with the resignation of someone letting a toddler eat crayons.
“As you wish.”
It’s short. Sharp.
The verbal equivalent of slamming a filing cabinet.
But it’s permission.
And suddenly, I can breathe again.
“Well,” Kai says brightly. “That went better than I expected. Nobody got stabbed. Yet.”
Lucian stares into the distance like he’s reconsidering his entire bloodline.
*
Theo settles into the back seat with me curled in his lap, arms banded tight around my waist. His body is a furnace, his pulse a steady drumbeat beneath my cheek.
Lucian stalks around the SUV like a corporate panther before sliding behind the wheel while Kai jumps in and sprawls beside us, taking up more space than anyone with that much swagger should legally be allowed.
Ash climbs in last, calm and controlled, shutting the door behind him with a click that feels more like a lock snapping shut than a casual exit.
The SUV pulls away from the curb, and then it hits me: a fresh wave of heat rolls through my body - molten, greedy, and catastrophic.
My hips twitch. A sound escapes me that sounds vaguely like I’m being exorcised.
Theo’s already scenting me again, nose at my throat, jaw along my cheek like he’s a very soft, very aroused golden retriever.
“Sssshh, ” he murmurs. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”
I try to focus on his scent - on the pine and honey and the vague promise of not dying - but it’s not working.
Not in this enclosed, leather-scented alpha terrarium.
“Crack the damn window,” Theo growls.
Lucian doesn’t look away from the road. “That won’t help.”
“It’ll help her ,” Theo snaps.
Kai leans forward and hits the window control like he’s DJing the world’s most hormonal road trip. Cool air rushes in.
It helps about as much as a paper fan in a house fire.
Ash mutters under his breath. “Feels like someone lit a bonfire in here.”
“Yeah,” Kai sniffs, theatrical as ever. “Except it smells like sex, sweat, and desperation instead of marshmallows.”
“Reed,” Lucian warns, voice cold.
“What?” Kai grins. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You are so wrong,” Theo grits as he shifts me higher in his lap like he’s trying to physically shield me from the sheer stupidity of the conversation.
But it’s not working. My body is climbing toward critical mass.
And then - of course - it hits me.
I freeze.
“ Shit ,” I whisper. “Lexi.”
“What?” Theo leans in.
“I can't believe I just left her like that,” I croak. “What must she think? And my camera, my bag, my phone. My - my whole fucking life , Theo. My entire net worth is just sitting on the floor of a government-monitored gala.”
There’s a pause.
“Oh,” Kai says. “That’s bad.”
“Understatement of the goddamn century,” I hiss.
Kai considers. “Well, look on the bright side: if she’s smart, she’s probably already sold your camera, faked your death, and assumed a new identity in Portugal.”
Ash exhales like he’s debating jumping out of the moving vehicle.
“We’ll fix it,” he says.
Lucian doesn’t even turn. “Assuming she didn’t immediately get arrested for harboring a fugitive omega.”
“ Not helping ,” Theo mutters.
“I’m just saying,” I groan. “Lexi’s going to murder me for all of this. And then haunt me. Out of spite.”
“I like her already,” Kai says brightly.
“If she finds you first, she’s going to break your nose,” I warn.
Kai pats his face gently. “Worth it.”
I try to breathe, but another wave of heat knocks through me like I’m an emotional support pinata full of pheromones. My hips shift again without permission.
“She’s gonna lose it before we hit the highway,” Kai mutters.
“Sedation’s an option,” Lucian says flatly.
“No ,” Theo says immediately.
“If her scent levels spike -”
“She’s not a malfunctioning furnace,” Theo growls.
“I’m not being cruel. I’m being realistic. ”
“She’s not a problem to solve,” Theo growls. “She’s a person. ”
“And that person is in a medical-grade heat, ” Lucian bites back. “I’m trying to keep her alive .”
“Just drive,” Ash grinds out. “We’re almost clear.”
Theo cups the back of my neck with one of his big hands, his lips brushing my ear.
“Just a little longer, sweetheart. I promise.”
I want to believe him. I do .
But this is too much.
“Hey,” Kai says, quieter now. “You still with us, Bambi?”
“Don’t call her that,” Theo snaps. “She’s not a joke.”
Kai lifts a hand, unfazed. “I didn’t say she was. I just like it. She’s soft. Big eyes. Kinda twitchy. Like a deer in -”
“Finish that sentence and I will throw you out of this moving vehicle,” Lucian says.
“ Jesus ,” Kai mutters. “Tough crowd.”
Theo shifts closer to me, one arm a solid anchor around my shoulders. His scent is sweet and grounding, but I’m still swimming in it, in all of them.
I can feel their scents mixing around me like a drug I didn’t mean to take.
“You okay?” Theo murmurs to me, brushing a thumb along my jaw.
“I…” I blink. My throat’s dry. My thoughts are sticky, like syrup sliding sideways. “I didn’t ask for this.”
“I know, sweetheart,” he says gently. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You didn’t ask,” Kai says, leaning forward between the seats, “but you reached.”
The car goes quiet again.
Ash’s voice is a growl. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Kai shrugs, unbothered. “Means I felt it. You felt it, too. Surely. Don’t lie.”
“I...”
“ Exactly ,” Kai says, all smug. “She’s trying to bond.”
“Bonds don’t work like that,” Lucian snaps from the front. “Not to four alphas.”
“No,” Ash agrees grimly. “They don’t.”
“Okay, well tell that to the vibrating string of mine-mine-mine inside my chest,” Kai replies. “I’m pretty sure something has snapped.”
Theo glances at him, brow raised. “You’ve had something snapped for years.”
“You wound me,” Kai says, mock-offended. “Is this how you treat a fellow baby daddy?”
Lucian exhales so hard through his nose I swear I hear it scrape bone. “You’re fucking disgusting .”
“And yet this pretty omega is still trying to bond to me,” Kai says, smirking like it’s a badge of honor. “Tragic, really.”
“She’s reaching out to all of us,” Theo says quietly, his voice full of weight. “I felt it, too.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as Lucian argues further, pressing my face into Theo’s shoulder.
I didn’t do any of this intentionally. Maybe I did reach out to them, but it wasn’t on purpose.
And now?
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
It’s so difficult to process the way that each one is almost pulling at a different part of me, like four large hands wrapped around my ribs. One tugging at my pulse. One curling behind my belly button. One wrapped around my throat. One sliding low between my thighs.
“I can feel you,” I whisper. “All of you.”
Kai exhales like he’s relieved. “Well, that’s not terrifying at all.”
“This isn’t possible,” Lucian mutters.
“It shouldn’t be possible,” Ash notes.
“Oh great,” I mutter. “Let me guess. I’m the omega glitch in the system.”
Kai flashes a grin. “You’re the software update we didn’t know we needed.”
“I hate this,” I whisper.
“I don’t,” Kai says cheerfully. “Honestly, if this turns into a lifetime heat orgy, I’ve had worse Tuesdays.”
“I will vomit on you,” I glare.
“Please do,” he winks. “It’ll cool things down in here.”
Lucian exhales so hard it sounds like an actual growl. “I swear to god, Reed -”
“Look,” Kai spreads his arms innocently. “All I’m saying is, if she ends up bonding to all of us, we should at least coordinate outfits.”
That’s when Theo gently presses a hand to my cheek again. His touch softens everything.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs. “You’re not alone. We’ve got you.”
I want to believe him. I want to believe all of it.
But all I can think is:
I’m in unexpected, uncontrolled, unsuppressed heat.
I’m in a car with four alphas.
I’ve abandoned my best friend, my livelihood, and my lipstick collection at an OMB-attended gala.
And I might be forming unapproved metaphysical attachments to four men: one of whom keeps comparing me to a cartoon deer.
“If we don’t get her somewhere secure, fast, it’s going to get worse,” Theo sighs.
“I’m going as fast as I can without putting her at risk,” Lucian says. “We’re nearly there.”
“Define 'nearly',” Kai mutters.
“Define shut the fuck up ,” Lucian snaps.
Theo shifts beside me, murmuring again. “Just hold on, sweetheart. We’ll figure this out.”
I nod. Everything hurts and nothing makes sense, but still, there’s a strange part of me that feels steadier than ever.
Even now.
Even with them.
Lucian’s voice cuts through the silence again, sharp and final.
“We talk when we arrive. We figure this out before someone does something stupid.”
Kai shifts slightly. “And by someone, you mean…?”
Theo sighs. “He means you.”
“Obviously,” Ash deadpans.
Theo’s fingers brush under my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his.
“You’re doing so well, Rhea. And you’re not alone,” he says softly. “Not anymore.”
That should comfort me.
But they’re circling, I’m burning, and we’re not even there yet.
My hips twitch before I can stop them, grinding the smallest bit - barely anything, just a brush of pressure against the thick ridge of Theo’s cock beneath his pants.
But it’s enough.
The heat’s got me now. The ache. The craving . It’s in my spine, in my blood, in my bones .
And this friction, this closeness… it’s the only thing that even remotely helps.
The motion of the car bumps me forward again - a slow roll of pressure against that pulsing, throbbing place between my thighs - and I press my face into the hollow of his throat, panting. I breathe him in like it’ll save me, like it’ll stop the ache tearing me apart from the inside.
The heat is inside me, coiling tighter with every shift of the tires, every breath of his scent, every accidental grind of my body against his.
Only, it's not accidental anymore.
I rock my hips forward again, slower this time, testing the edge of it.
Theo's gone incredibly still and stiff, as though he’s trying not to move, not to react, but I feel him, hard and thick and ready .
My clit throbs, my slick soaking through lace and onto the material of his pants.
I’m making a mess. A filthy, humiliating mess.
I do it again anyway. Harder, this time. Slower. More intentional.
My clit drags over the ridge of his cock through two layers of fabric - my soaked panties, the wet press of my dress, and the thick, unyielding material of his pants beneath me.
“ Sweetheart ,” he says, voice ragged, “you have to stop.”
“I can’t,” I gasp. “I can’t stop. I need it. ”
Each bump, each turn, each subtle shift of friction between my thighs as I press harder into his lap feeds the fire building inside me. I move again, grinding down with purpose, my hips rolling in slow, desperate circles.
And I can feel it - the squelch of moisture spreading across the thick bulge beneath me.
My body is pleading - not for a bond, not for a claim, just for relief .
I roll my hips again, the friction delicious. I feel the tremor ripple through his chest when he swears under his breath, his fingers bruising against my hips now, fighting the urge to grip and thrust.
His voice is barely a breath. “Rhea…”
I grind against him again, and his forehead drops to my shoulder.
“ Fuck ,” he mutters. “You’re soaking me.”
I moan, loud and wrecked, dragging my body over his in a slow, filthy rhythm. My nipples ache through the thin fabric of my dress, and the sensation of them brushing against his shirt-covered muscular chest makes me shudder.
“I can’t,” I tell him as I lift my head, eyes glassy and dark. “I can’t hold it anymore.”
He looks at me, jaw clenched, gaze burning.
“You don’t have to.”
That’s all it takes.
I move again - deeper this time, needier, my body pressing into his, searching for anything to dull the pressure.
His cock is thick and hard beneath me, and the contact is blissful agony.
I rock against him, hips grinding, dress bunched between us, heat pulsing through me like a fire alarm set to orgasm imminent.
Ash is studiously staring at the window like it’s a nature documentary.
Kai is not.
“ Christ ,” he breathes across the seat. “She’s fucking riding you.”
I’m chasing it, now; panting, feral, rolling my hips with more and more abandon. He’s so hard beneath me, thick and twitching under the soaked mess I’m grinding against.
And he’s still not moving.
Still fighting every Alpha instinct, still trying so hard to be good.
“This is - wow. Ten out of ten, no notes,” Kai goes on.
“Shut up,” Theo bites out, grinding his teeth.
“ Holy shit - she’s making puddles,” Kai adds, ignoring him entirely. “I can see it soaking through your pants. Look at her - little Bambi’s gone fucking wild . ”
I’m grinding against Theo like a metronome set to desperation, and the pleasure is spiraling out of control. Ash and Lucian don’t speak, but their restraint is tangible.
Besides, Kai more than makes up for their silence.
“This is the hottest kidnapping I’ve ever been part of.”
Lucian is white-knuckling the steering wheel now. “If you come before we reach the house, I swear to god , I’m pulling over and sedating the entire vehicle.”
“Try me, pretty boy,” Kai challenges. “Maybe that’s my kink.”
“ Shut. Up .” Ash and Theo say in unison.
“Hey - I'm just saying, I’d like to see Vale try and wrangle three alphas and an omega in heat without wrinkling his designer coat.”
“Try me ,” Theo growls, his voice ragged, lips brushing my temple. “I swear I’ll rip you in half if you so much as breathe on her.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” the youngest alpha says cheerfully. “Besides, I've not even done anything. Yet. I’m just enjoying the view.”
I barely hear them.
My body’s screaming, clenching around nothing, grinding harder, more frantic now. Each roll of my hips makes the ache sharpen, makes the fire lick higher.
I’m so close, now - so painfully close.
Theo’s hand slides up my spine, anchoring me as I chase my own destruction.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “Let go, Rhea. I’ve got you.”
Every thrust of my hips makes another slick sound - embarrassing, filthy, real - but I don’t care. My body is pulling tight, unraveling, the pleasure curling and coiling like a wire pulled too far.
“Don’t stop,” Theo mutters, his mouth against my neck now. “Fuck - don’t stop , Rhea. Take what you need.”
I ride him; grinding, rocking, gasping, my hands fist in his shirt, nails digging into his shoulders. My dress is hiked up around my hips, my underwear now well and truly shoved aside, and every press of my soaked cunt over the thick line of his clothed cock sends another jolt through me.
“Oh god -” I sob. “I’m - oh fuck -”
Theo growls into my neck just as his scent perfumes the air: pine, honey, and raw need . His hands finally move to grab my ass, rocking me down harder, forcing me into each thrust of my hips -
H elping me ride him.
And that’s what breaks me.
The feel of his muscles under my thighs. The way his growl vibrates against my chest. The way I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he could have taken me right here, and didn’t.
That kind of control?
It’s a kink I didn’t know I had.
I find my release with a broken cry, body trembling, legs tightening around his waist.
Loud. Shaking.
Soaked.
I come in waves, sharp, hot, and raw. It rolls through my thighs, my stomach, my throat, leaving me soaked through my dress and his trousers. My hips stutter and jerk, thighs clenching, nerves short-circuiting as slick gushes out in a sudden rush.
It's the kind of orgasm you regret slightly because you weren’t wearing waterproof mascara or pants, and the entire car basically turns into an alpha sauna.
“Fuck me,” Kai groans, shifting hard in his seat, the sound more growl than voice. “I’m gonna need therapy.”
Lucian mutters something about military-grade tranquilizers while Ash exhales like a monk resisting sin.
And Theo?
Theo just holds me, hand cradling the back of my head like I’m holy.
Which honestly, after that performance, I might be.
But it’s not over. Oh no. Because now I feel it.
The bond. Or… bond s . Plural.
My body’s reaching toward all four of them like I’m a WiFi signal connecting to every device in range.
“ Shit ,” I whisper, dazed and shaking. “I - what is this?”
Theo doesn’t speak, but his hold tightens just slightly.
“I can feel you,” I breathe, voice barely audible. “All of you. Like… like my body’s pulling toward you.”
“That’s the start of it.” Lucian’s voice is tight. Controlled. Furious. “The bond.”
“Bond s ,” Theo corrects. “Plural.”
“It doesn’t work like that,” Lucian bites out.
“No,” I whisper, my head shaking from side to side. “There’s no bond yet. I didn’t -”
“You don’t have to,” Ash cuts in. His voice is quieter than the rest. Calmer . “Your body’s already choosing.”
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
The word echoes in my chest like a heartbeat.
Not from one, but from all four.
I gasp softly. My hands are shaking. My heart is pounding, trying to decide which direction to run -
Or, more specifically, which alpha to run to .
“I don’t understand,” I say, voice cracking. “This isn’t supposed to happen. It’s not -”
“It’s starting,” Theo says gently. “Your scent, your cycle… it’s looking for us.”
“That’s it,” Lucian growls low. “We’re almost here. The second those gates open, lock her down. No one touches her until she’s secure.”
“Good fucking luck with that,” Kai mutters, palming his erection through his pants. “She’s gonna wreck us before we even get her inside.”
And even I can feel it, now - the beginning of something wild.
The beginning of something mine .
And, shit -
Lexi is never going to let me live this down.