Chapter 19
Scotty
Crash Daddy: How are you doing today, Baby Girl?
My face split into a goofy grin as I stared at my phone screen, thumbs hovering over the keyboard.
Scotty: I'm great. Went out with some friends and we're having a movie night. How're you? Ready for the game?
Ryder: These better not be guy friends.
A laugh escaped me, half-amused, half-disbelieving.
Scotty: And what if they are?
I couldn't help teasing my caveman.
Which raised a very important question.
When exactly did Ryder become my caveman?
Ryder: I'll have to kill them.
Ryder: Then bring you home with me so I can make sitting down tomorrow a challenge for you.
I could feel my panties getting wet, and I thanked whatever deity was listening that my scent-blocking underwear and spray were working overtime right now.
Scotty: Don't threaten me with a good time.
Three little dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. Then vanished completely. Finally, another message popped up.
Crash Daddy: We'll circle back to the whole spanking thing, but could you be a good girl for me and tell Grumpy Wolf that he doesn't need to murder any of your friends?
Pfft.
I was absolutely not their good girl.
I took my time changing Ryder's contact name to Grumpy Wolf, then waited a very deliberate ten seconds in a show of petty rebellion before responding.
Scotty: My two besties are girls. Relax.
Crash Daddy: Thank you
Scotty: But maybe I'm into girls?
I bit my lip, fighting back a laugh. Teasing them had quickly become one of my favorite hobbies.
Grumpy Wolf: Are you???
Crash Daddy: Naughty girl, Scotty. Now you have Ryder all worked up again.
Scotty: I'm sorry.
I wasn't.
Grumpy Wolf: Answer me, Scotty.
Scotty: No, you big oaf. But I could have been.
Grumpy Wolf: I'm punishing you for this next time I see you.
A few seconds later, from Hunter:
Crash Daddy: Thanks, Scotty. My ass is about to take a hard pounding because of your bad behavior.
Scotty: You're welcome
I tucked my phone into my pocket and glanced up to find Ella and Millie watching me with matching Cheshire cat smiles.
"Was that them?" Ella asked with forced nonchalance that didn't quite land.
I nodded casually, but the corners of my mouth betrayed me, twitching upward as something warm and fizzy bubbled in my chest. My Omega preened a little, clearly pleased with the attention from our Alphas.
Fuck. I needed to stop thinking of them like that.
On the way home, I grabbed tequila, margarita mix, and enough snacks to survive a minor natural disaster. Ella and Millie showed up around dinnertime, and within twenty minutes, my dad's kitchen looked like we were hosting a party instead of three slightly chaotic women having a movie night.
We ordered pizza, made popcorn, and settled into Dad's ridiculously comfortable living room to watch Legally Blonde one and two.
Between the margaritas, the pizza, and Millie loudly narrating half the movie like she'd personally written the script, it ended up being one of the best nights I'd had in a while. I managed to forget about everything else and just enjoy hanging with my friends.
After Ella and Millie left, I flopped onto my bed, legs crossed beneath me, my skin still flushed from tequila and laughter.
My hand reached for my phone like it had a mind of its own.
Those two Alphas had me wrapped around their fingers, and my willpower had officially left the building.
By now, Hunter and Ryder were probably in bed getting some rest for their game tomorrow. That didn't stop me from texting them.
Scotty: Good luck with your game tomorrow, guys.
Scotty: I hope your ass isn't hurting too much because of me, Hunt.
I wasn't expecting a response until tomorrow, but Hunter texted back almost right away.
Crash Daddy: Will you kiss it better if it does?
Feeling brave and a little drunk, I decided to just let go.
Scotty: I'll think about it.
Scotty: But only if you let me watch next time.
Grumpy Wolf: Does this mean you're finally on board with there being a next time?
Fuck, was I? I stared at the screen for a moment before typing.
Scotty: Maybe.
Scotty: Win the game tomorrow and that maybe becomes a yes.
Crash Daddy: Fuck yes, Baby Girl. Tomorrow's win is for you.
A smile tugged at my lips as I shook my head, my skin prickling with warmth from my chest to my cheeks.
Scotty: Go get some sleep. I'll see you guys tomorrow.
Crash Daddy: I'd sleep much better if you were here, preferably after you come all over my face again.
I laughed softly.
Scotty: Thanks for that visual. Now I have to pull out my battery operated boyfriend.
Grumpy Wolf: Don't you fucking dare, Scotty. You'll be a good girl and wait for us to take care of you tomorrow night.
I bit my lip and decided to push just a little further.
Scotty: But what if I don't want to? What if I'm so wet and needy right now and I simply can't wait?
Crash Daddy: Fuuuucccck!!!!! You can't say shit like that, Scotty. I'm about to say screw getting enough sleep and come fuck you in your room.
I believed him.
Which sent a little thrill racing through me, even though I knew that if I pushed them too far and they actually showed up, they'd be exhausted for the game tomorrow. As amusing as that might be on a personal level, I wasn't about to sabotage the Wolves.
Scotty: I'll be a good girl.
Scotty: But I'm expecting a big reward tomorrow night for my suffering.
Grumpy Wolf: See you tomorrow, Sweetheart.
Crash Daddy: I really don't want to stop texting you, but I should get some sleep.
Crash Daddy: Dream about us.
Scotty: Sweet dreams,
I froze, staring at the heart emoji I'd just sent glowing back at me from the screen.
There was absolutely not supposed to be any hearts involved in this, and I prayed they didn't read too much into it while already knowing they absolutely would.
Ignoring the sound of the walls crumbling around my heart, I turned off the lamp on my nightstand, pulled the covers up, and closed my eyes.
Despite my best efforts to keep them out of my subconscious, Hunter and Ryder invaded my dreams anyway.