I eye his beautiful, sharp cheekbones. “I can push you to your knees right now, but I’m thinking that you want to push me to mine.”
His dark brows furrow, feigning confusion. “How’d you know?”
“You love your dick in my mouth—”
“Farrow!” That’s Oscar. Security is here. I hear more than a few pairs of footsteps.
Maximoff straightens up, preparing for another fallout where I’m terminated from the security team. I ease casually against the counter beside him, and I wrap my arm around his lower back. My hand on his hip. While he, of course, crosses his arms, biceps flexing. Ready to put up a fight for me.
That last thought wells inside me: he’s ready to put up a fight for me.
Oscar slips into the kitchen first, and he rolls to a dead stop, studying the scene: midway cooking breakfast together, bare-chested, and my arm is still around Maximoff.
“Redford,” Oscar says, forehead wrinkling as his brows shoot up, “is he wearing your pants?”
I roll my eyes, but my smile is fucking killing me.
“We’ve been together for months,” Maximoff says.
“In my mind it’s been barely two days, and you’re already wearing his—”
Maximoff cuts him off, “That’s not fucking important right now.”
Oscar sets a hand on the island counter. “Moffy, you’re underestimating how shocked we all are. I haven’t been this whiplashed in a decade.” He looks to me. “You reckless motherfucker, if I hear Alpha call you a maverick one more time over coms, I’m cancelling your Netflix subscription.”
“You don’t have my passwords, Oliveira.” I gave him my passwords at Yale so he could use my HBO, but I changed those a long time ago.
Maximoff drops his arms, about to leave and find Akara, but I catch his wrist to keep him here. My hand slips down into his.
And then Akara enters the huge kitchen, Donnelly and Quinn in tow. Those two hang back at the island bar with Oscar, and the Omega lead nears me.
“Moffy,” Akara says, “you should step out—”
“No,” I tell Akara. “He should hear.”
Maximoff crosses his arms again.
Akara gestures to my chest. “I’ve spent an accumulative thirty-five hours trying to convince two men that you’re worth keeping around.” Price and Thatcher.
I fixate on the part where he tried to convince them to keep me. “You wanted me to stay? You realize that I selfishly chose a guy over the team?”
Maximoff shoots me a look like I’m digging my grave, but I can’t stop staring at Akara.
“Yeah,” Akara says, “and the four of us on Omega have all had the misfortune of knowing you before you ever joined security.”
Donnelly blows me a middle-finger kiss. At eighteen, I met him at a tattoo shop. He was a seventeen-year-old tattoo apprentice who dropped out of high school, his parents in jail for meth. I let him do a few of mine. Until he became better, then he inked more, and he used to crash in my dorm at Yale and streak the hallway for shits and giggles.
Oscar, I met at Yale, and then I met his brother Quinn.
And Akara grew up two streets over from me. See, I didn’t take these relationships into account. Because I broke the unbreakable rule. Don’t fuck your client.
“I’m not about to stand here and praise you for an hour,” Akara says. “What you did was shit, but you’re far from incompetent. Alpha and Epsilon see you as a loose canon. The rest of us on Omega, we know you as a good friend.”
I rub my jaw and nod more than a few times. “Thank you.”
Donnelly holds out a hand to Oscar. “We got a thank you. Pay up.”
“Fuck you, Farrow,” Oscar says. “Now I owe Donnelly fifty bucks because of your gratitude.”
“Told you not to take that bet, bro,” Quinn says.
I almost smile, but I remember that Akara is only one vote out of three as far as transfers and firing goes. He had to convince either Thatcher or Price to let me stay on the security team and in Omega. He never said he was able to.
Maximoff stays on track. “So what’s his fate?” he asks the Omega lead. “Is he being transferred or fired?”
“Price was a firm fire you. I’m around him a lot. He’s been Daisy Calloway’s bodyguard since he was in his twenties, and he just sees what you did as a violation of the parents’ trust.”
I sink back against the counter. “Fuck,” I mutter.
Maximoff grabs his phone off the counter. “I’ll talk to Thatcher and Price.” He’s supposed to stay out of the decision. That was his dad’s stipulation. Let security decide my fate. No one in the family tries to sway or influence the team.
“You don’t need to,” Akara says with the start of a smile.
I shake my head in disbelief. “Thatcher would never vote to let me keep my job.”
“There’s one giant punishment and warning,” Akara says, “but Thatcher agreed with me that you should stay on Omega and remain Maximoff’s bodyguard.”
Remain Maximoff’s bodyguard.
The three words ring in my ears until we’re both turning towards each other, and Maximoff’s arms wrap around my shoulders, mine hook around his. All warmth and muscle, his pulse beats hard against my chest.
Remain Maximoff’s bodyguard.
We break apart about the same time Oscar says, “Yeah, still in shock.”
Donnelly hones in on Maximoff. “You wearing Farrow’s pants or what?”
“Jesus Christ,” he groans.
“You’re wearing Jesus Christ’s pants?”
Everyone laughs, but Akara is the first to speak as the humor fades. “Did you hear the part where I said there’s a punishment and a warning?”
“I heard,” I say. “And I’m still not sure why Thatcher would vote to keep me around either.”
Akara combs a hand through his black hair. “I reminded him that you just value the privacy of your client over sharing with the team, and that, in reality, you’re protecting your client in those situations. Moffy is an adult and if he told you to keep a secret, then you should’ve kept a secret. After a while, Thatcher acknowledged that—whereas Price wouldn’t.”
Damn.
“Am I going to need to send him a bottle of wine?” What does Thatcher even like?
“No,” Oscar says and nears just to steal a piece of bacon off the pan. “Listen to this next part.”
Maximoff passes his phone to his other hand. “What?” he asks Akara who now looks at him. “It’s about me?”
I straighten off the counter. “What’s happening?”
“Thatcher’s going to be double-assigned to Maximoff and Jane’s detail too.”
I rake both of my hands through my hair, blown back into the counter. Shit.
“That sounds unnecessary,” Maximoff says, “and my brother needs Thatcher. That’s his bodyguard.”
“Xander still has Banks as his 24/7 security, and after the rumor, Jane is going to need two bodyguards.”
Maximoff nods in agreement.
“Hey, I want be clear here,” Akara says, “this is your punishment. Thatcher thinks you’ll both be less careful about hiding your relationship publicly now that you can be together privately in front of family and security. He only agreed to Farrow being Maximoff’s bodyguard if he could join and make sure you’re not fucking up.”