Page 52 of Knot Gonna Give You Up
“We aren’t giving up on them,” I reassure her, “They need time, but Vic and I are ready. So we’re hoping that you’re willing to bond during your next heat, and we can try to convince them before that to join us. If they don’t, we can bring them in later. We have balance with the three of us.”
She nods, thinking through my words.
“Josie Girl,” Vic brings her attention to him, “We don’t want to deny you anything. We want to give you everything. We want Jesse and Simon to join, but we also recognize it may take time.”
A smile finally begins to spread across Josie’s face. “Yeah, okay, I think I can do that. I’m still nervous. It’s a big step. We just feelright,though, don’t we? I can’t feel it physically, but the more time we spend together, the more sure I am.”
“I’m pretty sure I was gone for you the second you knocked on my door and put me in my place for staring,” I admit with a chuckle.
Josie beams at me and grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me in gently. Our lips meet softly, and I hum happily into her lips, savoring the taste of her on my lips. She pushes against me gently, and I pull away. She uses her other hand to grab Vic’s shirt and pull him in where I just was. Watching them kiss is more erotic than I thought it could be.
I’m aching for her heat, now, and I can’t wait.
twenty-three
JOSIE
My coffee steams in my mug as I ponder on this morning. I woke up to Vic on one side of me and Henry on the other. All of us still mostly clothed, solidifying how happy I am with them. We had plenty of opportunity to get dirty last night, but I’m still reveling in how touching them isn’t draining. So, they obliged me and just held me all night, kisses passed here and there, but not taken further.
Was it torture? Absolutely.
Was it my decision to stop? Yup. Just torturing myself over here.
Both of them are gone now, needing their own clothes and showers to proceed through their day. It’s almost like they have their own jobs. Crazy, right? I smile to myself as my hands soak in the heat from my mug. The two of them were so sweet last night, I almost begged them to stay. Maybe soon we can figure out somewhere to live together. Sure, it’s fast, but we’re planning to bond and we’re Matches. As far as my Omega and I are concerned, it’s a done deal.
I can’t imagine my Alphas protesting it, but I know that Vic doesn’t want to abandon Simon, so that might play into things too. My lips meet my mug, and I sip some more of the liquidgold into me. Simon. He’s so complicated and so simple all at the same time. Spending time as a trio, just him, Vic, and me, felt as natural as breathing. He doesn’t want to bond with me, though, so what does that mean? Did it not feel right to him? He kissed me like he couldn’t stand to ever be apart, but when push comes to shove, is he really all that interested in staying?
My mind thinks back to some of the information I have about him, specifically, being burned in the past. Who hasn’t been burned, though? The number of times I’ve had someone declare us to be a Match when they found out I couldn’t tell is astronomical. I’ve been fooled more times than I care to admit, but I know this isn’t false. It can’t be, everything feels like it fits exactly where it should. So, how do I get Simon to recognize that this is the real deal? I could just tie him up and keep him captive until he gives in. That might not be entirely legal, though. Better not.
I drain most of my coffee, spending a few minutes pondering on Jesse since I’m thinking about difficult Alphas. The two of us together are perfect, the chemistry is amazing, and he feels comfortable with me. It’s like the prospect of an entire Pack makes him panic. That makes sense, I suppose, he’s said he’s not very social. Maybe tyinghimup would work.
“Stop considering kidnapping your Alphas,” I mutter out loud.
Glancing at the time, I sigh. It’s time to make a work call. Maybe I can get some Georgie time too. My laptop is on the other side of the couch, so like the mature adult I am, I tip my head back and whine. Why’s it gotta be so far away? I crawl over to it and then scurry back to the warm spot I left behind. I get myself set up and dial Georgie and James.
“Josie!” Georgie greets me.
“Hey Jo,” James is decidedly less enthusiastic, but still pleased to see me.
“How are my favorite Betas?” I ask.
“Livin’ the dream, girlfriend,” James quips.
My eyes roll at his words. “Okay, let’s get down to brass tacks.”
“Brass tacks?” Georgie asks, a smirk on her face.
“It sounds professional!” I insist.
“Whatever you say, boss,” she giggles.
“Well, I completed the job posting and sent it to you guys via email. What do you think? Does it encompass the role well? I want to be clear about what the job is without scaring people away,” I say.
“Let me look again right quick,” James says, pulling up a tablet and flipping through it.
As he skims, Georgie peers over his shoulder to read it with him.
“I think it’s really good, just needs a few changes,” Georgie says.
