Page 201 of Just Wait

Kincaid finally took over, simply dropping her shirt over her head.

I get why she’s not fond of clothing at the moment—she’s running a pretty serious fever. We also couldn’t exit the maze with her being nude.

Kincaid and Malcolm broke off to find the Ruined Records security team. They’re here on the property somewhere, but they had no idea about our late-night excursion. Still, we need supplies—the most pressing being an omega thermometer.

Apparently Kincaid couldn’t get immediate delivery at one in the morning, so they’ll be taking a trip to the nearest pharmacy. Hopefully one of the security guys can lend them shirts, because I just realized they took off in sweats, tennis shoes, and nothing else.

Oh, well.

They’ll figure it out or buy shirts at the pharmacy if they have to.

I kick the door closed behind us, making sure not to lock it to avoid issues when the guys get back. My phone is in my pocket, weighing down my sweats, and I pull them up before planting that hand on Lumen’s ass.

“Damn, Ry.” She moans, burying her face in my throat. Her warm hand wraps around the back of my neck as she licks and sucks on my skin. “You have the most amazing pheromones.”

“Thanks.” I chuckle, making my way through the living room.

It’s dark, but I would be shocked if Parish, Wren, and Tennyson are asleep. It’s far more likely that they went out.

“How about a shower?” I ask as we hit the bottom of the stairs. If I can get her into the bathroom, I can covertly look for a thermometer. There’s also the hope that a cool shower will help lower her temperature.

Shit.

We’re bonded now.

She’ll be able to sense my emotions like I can sense her distaste for the idea of being forced to shower.

“I’ll make you come while we clean up,” I offer as we hit the top of the landing.

“I guess,” she says, nuzzling her face to mine.

I freeze, missing a step as I spot two distinct body-shaped lumps pushed up against the wall.

Whatever.

I have to get by them to make it to the pack bedroom.

“Just keep walking,” Tennyson mutters, making me grin.

Oh yeah, they’re definitely fucking.

Thank God.

Now we just need them to start liking each other. That way, the bus will be a much more peaceful space once we’re back on it.

“Jesus, I knew she smelled like an omega,” Wren whispers.

I grimace and pick up my pace.

I have no idea why, but I’m fairly certain that we’re going to have to ease Lumen into that realization.

Every aspect of her life just changed. It’s only logical that it will take a little time for her to adapt.

I have no luck finding a thermometer in the primary bathroom. Hell, there’s not even a first-aid kit.

It’s fine.

Based on how combative she is in the shower, now probably isn’t the time to get on her nerves any more than I already have.