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Clamping me so fucking tight that I can’t hold back any longer. That familiar feeling drives down my spine with the force of a fucking cannon, and my trembling hands tighten on Rosie’sthighs as my knot seals inside my omega and I feel my release erupting. “Jesusfuck.”

Half-delirious, I run my hands over her sweat-slicked skin. Burying myself inside her is an addiction I’ll never shake. My thumb finds her clit, finds that swollen part of her, and I rub at it in increasingly hard circles. She can’t move. Can’t pull free of the knot that locks us together, and her hands scrunch into my bedding as she moans and tries to twist away. Fuck me, but I’m purring as I watch her fight her own orgasm, trying to draw it out. “Let it go, baby. Can feel you fluttering around me.”

She arches with a sharp, sweet cry, and my cock twitches inside her as her slick joins the party, her pussy tightening over and over again until she’s a boneless, heavy-eyed omega eyeing me with satisfaction.

I stay exactly where I am. My smile is wolfish. “Looks like we’re staying here for a while.”

When I brush the faintest pad of my finger over her, she tries to twist away. But I see her smiling, even as she tries to hide it. “No more. I am wrung out. Empty. Closed for business.”

“One more.” I tease her a little more. “And you’re not closed yet.”

I squeeze the inside of her thighs gently, making my point. “I’m making you come again before you’re allowed off the knot.”

Her mouth parts. “Is that right?”

“Umhmm.” I drag the edge of my nail carefully over her bud. “Then shower. Gonna wash you all over, make sure you’re clean. Then I’m gonna cook you some dinner.”

“I look forward to my toast,” she teases. But her attention is riveted on my hand. “What else?”

“There’s a packet of Sour Patch Kids with our name on it.” She grins at that. “And then I think we need to look at what’s inside those bags in the hall.”

Her smile wavers as I increase my touches, stoking her back to another release. “Carter—”

But whatever she was going to say is lost beneath her low, drawn-out moan.

Chapter thirty-one

Sour Patch Kids

Iprop my head up on my hands. Carter is watching me with lidded eyes, his hand toying with my hair where it’s sprawled against his chest. Much like me. I couldn’t move now if there was an earthquake. “Don’t be mean. Share the goods.”

He shakes a couple more Sour Patch Kids into my hands. Red for me, blue for him. I slide his between his lips and he nips at my fingers. “We haven’t had these for years.”

“Bus dropped me off in the middle of nowhere.” He strokes down my back. “Remember that one service station? Where you got locked in the bathroom? Reminded me of that one.”

“Don’t remind me.” I’d screamed loudly enough to wake the dead, and Carter had almost broken an arm busting the door down while our social worker had yelled at him about waiting for help. “Those spiders had plans, I know.”

“Long time ago,” he says quietly.

I poke at his arm. “Don’t think you’d have any issues with that door now.”

The door was held together by a rickety lock and a prayer, but he was a skinny kid with matchstick arms and an attitude to rival mine. Carter catches my finger, curling his hand over mine and keeping hold of it. “So. Wanna tell me about the bags?”

My lower lip juts out. “I went shopping. Not a big deal.”

“No.” His words are soft. “I like it when you spend our money, Ro. You don’t do it enough, far as I’m concerned. But we’re in here, and not in your nest. Our hall has transformed into a nesting supply store. You can see me joining the dots, right?”

Yeah, well, I didn’t expect him to walk back through the door. My heart squeezes again, and I lay my head against his chest, hiding my face from him. “Wanted a change. That’s all.”

“You did a clear-out?”

“Yeah.” I close my eyes and focus on running my fingers across his chest. “I’ll rebuild it while you’re in Montreal.”

In a few hours, he’ll be leaving again. Back to hockey and the season and practice and physio, a thousand other demands on his time. And I’ll be…here. The others will come back.

Back to our new normal. My grip tightens, as if I could keep him here purely by strength of will.

I could accidentally lose our key cards. I wonder if the garbage disposal works on plastic. Or if I can accidentally-on-purpose seal off the elevator. Trip with a giant bucket of concrete.