"Oh, I just remembered," Wyatt said. He'd laid down on the couch, plopping his feet on Paul's lap—to his utter and extreme delight. "I really need to get those repairs done. Been waiting for you to be ready, Nash."
Helping my brother would require leaving the house, which would mean not seeing my mate for longer than a few seconds. Why would I want to do that? "Get Paul to help you."
"I will!" Paul chirped.
"Paul doesn't know dick about plumbing. Sorry, Paul." Wyatt snarled. "Just help me, man."
I grabbed one of the baby blocks and threw it. It bounced off his face. "Don't say dick in front of my babies."
"What about my baby?" Riley whispered to Branson.
Wyatt growled, flinging the pillow that had been under his head. "You just said dick in front of your babies."
I caught it before it made contact, leaping to my feet as Wyatt did the same.
Nana's sharp whistle had me pulling back, realizing I was about to fist-fight my brother in front of my own children. And Riley's.
I sat down, sure my expression was sheepish.
"I change my mind," my mom said in the silence that followed. "They haven't changed."
Epilogue
Holy crap, it was almost two. My friends, Ms. Xcept4Bunnies and Ms. Registered_Companion were going to be in my home. In front of my face. While I was also in front of their face… faces.
"Are you sure my shirt says cool, not scary?" I asked Nash.
He stepped down from the stool he'd used to hang the streamers. I wasn't sure how to decorate for seeing longtime friends for the first time, but streamers had seemed right. "Your shirt says what's a wolf's favorite day of the week… Moonday and then has a cartoon laughing werewolf sitting on a moon. How, in what universe, would that be scary, omega?"
I shrugged. Some people were afraid of circles. Tiny ones, all stacked together. Maybe the moon would…
I walked back to the bedroom, deciding I had better just change my shirt if I wasn't sure. Nash followed me in. I ripped my shirt off, throwing it back at him, and stomped into the closet. "A solid color might be better," I muttered, not wanting to wake the twins. They needed every ounce of sleep before meeting a new face. Already, they were proving to be excitable. Just yesterday, I'd caught Madison literally trying to gnaw at Paul's ankle like an elderly guard dog. They weren't really mobile yet, but it was only a matter of time.
I just worried about when they grew in teeth.
Nash stepped in, forcing me deeper into the closet. I smirked.
"Yes, omega, some foreplay. I love it." He reached for my jeans.
I didn't push his hands away, but I did stop his fingers. "Shh, don't wake up the twins."
Nash shushed me with his finger to his lips and stepped back, grabbing the doorknob and shutting us in.
That hadn't been what I meant, but the doors had really good insulation and would block our voices. "Why are you talking about foreplay? The girls will be here any minute!" I whispered.
"I assumed since you smiled… You know how that turns me on." He flicked his wrist, and instantly, my pants fell to the floor.
"It isn't impressive when you do that, you know," I said. "It just reminds me of the thousands of people you've been with that let you perfect that!" I pushed him away, not really angry but enough to put a little oomph behind it.
After becoming a shifter, some of my emotions were enhanced. Jealousy, for one. I was dealing with it.
"I've told you—you're the only one that matters, baby. Those people, they aren't regrets. They just aren't you. Once I saw you, there was no one else."
"Lord, Walker, that charm." I fanned my face. "Get out of here." I couldn't resist him when he got like that. All squinty-eyed and brooding. He must have flexed in a different way too because his biceps always looked larger. Those arms, the same arms that brought me pleasure and torture, both in the bedroom.
I gulped, forcing my eyes away from his chest and up into his knowing gaze.
I saw what he had planned plain on his face. The desire brewing. "No," I laughed, making it clear it wasn't a real no. "Don't you dare, alpha. We have guests coming. Guests you invited!"
Though I'd been making some very informed and thought-out points, Nash was undeterred. He cupped my face, shielding the back of my head as he pushed me back against the wall with a soft thud. "No? But, omega, you're trapped with me. There is only one thing you can do to save yourself."
I failed to keep the smirk from my face, but only for a second. "What can I do?" I asked. "Please, I'll do anything!" This was silly. Nash knew it, and I knew it, but at the same time, playing trapped omega barters for his life with sex was one of our favorite games. Well, mine. Nash's favorite was fireman saves man who is very eager to repay him. The guy had a type.
"You can get on your knees," Nash whispered.
My heart flipped. My dick twitched. My knees hit the carpet.
"Open, omega."
My lips parted, eager to do his bidding. Every part of me was at his beck and call. His zipper slid down with a buzzing whoosh, and he didn't even pull his pants down before yanking his dick out and sliding the spongey head between my lips.
I groaned, careful to keep the sound quiet enough it wouldn't leak. Some people might be very judgy about parents getting it on in the closet while their kids slept just outside, but those people clearly didn't have twins. Or four roommates.
His dick hit the back of my throat, and he pulled back, sliding it in once more. Trapped between his hard body and the wall, my head thudded against the wall each time his dick bottomed out down my throat. Maybe the twins wouldn't hear this, but whoever was on the other side of that wall would. I reached forward, tapping and gesturing with a nod over my shoulder, all the while keeping his dick in my mouth.
Nash's face changed from the lusty alpha to his regular one. He nodded, scowling again after. "Get over here. Can't have anyone hearing you and coming to save you before I've had my way."
I tried to say, "Oh no, please will no one help me?" but it came out garbled because of Nash's dick.
For as campy as we acted, my dick was still hard and aching. I reached down to stroke myself, and Nash growled.
"No way, omega. I give you pleasure. I'm jealous of your hand, always getting to touch what's mine."
I grinned. Jealous of a hand? That was new. I let him lift me to my feet anyway, dropping my hand away.
Essentially, we switched places, but Nash dropped behind me, immediately diving his face between my cheeks. "My own buffet," he groaned, minutes later, when he lifted his face for air.
I panted, hanging on the edge of orgasm. "What?"
"My very own candy shop," he whispered before returning his lips to my ass.
I floated to the precipice, rising higher, feeling the wind from the abyss licking my balls. Then it all stopped. Nash stood.
I growled.
I didn't have very long to be frustrated because he pushed me forward. His hand gripped my waist, keeping me from falling as my hands flung out, catching myself on the wall. His dick was in me before I'd completely fallen, slick with the lube he kept everywhere and splitting me open in the way only Nash knew how.