“Emmett, are you mad at me?” I ask him. He blinks down at me, confused.
“Never, no. I’m… I’m trying to stop myself from saying something,” he says. His cheeks redden. He loves me. That’s what he’s trying to stop himself from saying.
I say it for the both of us. “I love you, Emmett.”
He blinks at me a few times before a smile takes over his face and he’s picking me up and tossing me on the bed. I bounce and giggle as he kisses all over my neck and face.
“I love you. Fuck. I’ve been thinking about it since I picked you up this morning. The way you were there for me meeting Emily. I didn’t want to say it too soon and freak you out.” He pushes my hair off my face and kisses my forehead.
“You’re mine, Emmett. And I don’t plan on letting you go. Not ever.”
“Not ever.” He kisses me like his life depends on it and we sink into the mattresses, whispering how much we love each other all night as he makes love to me.
Chapter 25
Isitatthecoffee shop, debating on if I should order now or wait till she gets here to order. I decide that getting myself a coffee before she gets here is a dick move, so I sit at the table and wait. My fingers steepled on the brown table top and wait for her to come through the glass doors.
I haven’t been this nervous for a date since I don’t even know when. It’s not even someone that I’m actually interested in. I just know that getting along with Shyla can make or break this entire pack. We need to get along, set the tone for the pack.
It’s obvious neither of us is willing to give up Kelsey, and I can’t deny my attraction to Emmett. I already know that Shyla and Cameron’s relationship is progressing at a fast rate.
We need to make this work. Put our Alpha pride aside and figure out how to coexist. How to be there for the people who need us.
Kelsey doesn’t even know that we’re meeting. Cameron set this up. He told me how much Shyla helped him and how I need to get my ass in gear and take the time to know her. Not that I didn’t take Kelsey’s word for it. I’m just finally admitting I acted like an asshole and I’m ready to do better.
The door chimes and Shyla walks in with a leather messenger bag and wearing what looks like a very expensive pantsuit. She sits down across from me and clears her throat.
Her tone is less pretentious than I remember. “Would you like a coffee?” she asks.
“Sure, black is good.” She nods and goes to the counter and orders our drinks. Two weeks ago, I probably would have been a dick about ordering and paying. Baby steps.
A few moments later, she comes back to the table with two mugs as she pushes the hot beverage into my hands.
“So,” she says, blowing on the hot coffee before taking a sip.
“I’d like to apologize for how I treated you at dinner. I was out of line. I felt jealous and threatened and took it out on you. Especially when it comes to your job. I was a fucking dick. I’m sorry,” I say, laying it all out there. Admitting what I did wrong to see what she says.
“Thank you. I’m sorry for my actions as well. That I insinuated things about yours and Cameron’s relationship. That was wrong and hurtful to me. We both want to be there for Kelsey, Cameron, and I’m presuming Emmett.”
“I would like to get to know him more, yes,” I say and she nods her head, taking another sip of her coffee.
“So where do we go from here?” she asks.
“I don’t know. What’s your favorite color?” I joke and she laughs.
“Green, definitely green.” I nod my head and she smiles. “I think it’s safe to say that no one’s fucking around here. We all are moving toward becoming a bonded pack. We should discuss what our roles would look like. What are some things that would bother you? Find ways to not step on each other’s toes.”
I nod my head and think. “You helped Cameron when I was gone and made him feel better. It seems like you’re better with them emotionally, and I’m coming to terms with that. I find I’m good during a crisis as support, not necessarily someone who talks through feelings. I think for me, realizing how we each benefit our Omegas and Emmett. That’s what makes this worth it, that is what makes me want to have a strong friendship.”
She sips her coffee and hides a smile. “I want that too, Dom. I think we start by giving our Omegas the date they’ve been talking about. Spend more time getting to know each other and being together as a pack.”
I groan. “The Renaissance Fair?” I ask.
She places her cup down on the table and deadpans back. “The Renaissance Fair.”
“That’s what you’re wearing?” I ask her. I can’t even look anywhere besides her face or I’ll be walking around this cesspool with a hard dick and an irritated scowl on my face.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Kelsey grabs a handful of the green dress and spins, ending on a bounce, causing her tits to nearly hit her chin. The corset is so tight around her waist that her boobs are almost falling out of the dress.