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“It wasn’t that bad,” Cooper coos, his arm wrapping around my waist to sit me on the counter. It’s uncomfortable to perch on the hard surface, forcing me to shift my weight. My step-father merely smirks, going back to cooking. “Are you going to be a good girl now?”

“No,” I pout. “I just want to go, Cooper.”

“Too damn bad, because that’s not happening. I need you to quit your job right now, and then I’m going to give you my credit card to go shopping. You’re going to freeze in those clothes,” he sighs. “I have no idea how you’ve been surviving as it is.”

“I’ve been fine,” I mutter, careful to toe the line between being polite and just being myself. He’s not fucking around this morning. “I like taking care of myself. Mom kicked me out to travel the world with her new husband. What’s going to happen when I become too much trouble for you? How am I supposed to support myself when you kick me out?”

“I’m a pain in the ass and a grumpy fucker, and he hasn’t kicked me out yet,” Ethan grunts as he walks into the kitchen wearing low slung pants and nothing else. He’s covered in a sheen of sweat. All I can think about is the feel of his thick, hot cock against my back as he pinned me against his dad.

Swallowing hard, I remind myself that it’s probably not possible for me to also swallow my tongue. Crossing my legs, I squeeze them tightly, struggling to string words together.

“You’re his son, though,” I tell him. Oh look, here comes the word vomit. “My own mother threw me away, I don’t have much hope for either of you.”

An angry scowl takes over his face as Ethan slams the bottle of water that he just picked up onto the counter next to me.Pulling me hard down the counter, I squeal as I uncross my legs, worried I’m going to fall to the floor.

“Shh, you’re fine,” Ethan says. “I’m not a big fan of your mom, and neither is my dad. Some people shouldn’t be parents. Since the second I almost ran into you with my car, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Very romantic,” Cooper snorts, turning off the stove. “Now I know how you two met. I promised to always catch you when you were nine-years-old, do you remember that?”

“Is that what you said to her when she fell out of the tree?” Ethan chuckles. He’s gone from looking like he’s going to murder me to laughing, and it’s giving me whiplash.

“I do, though the promise left something to be desired,” I mutter.

Ethan grips my chin, lifting it until I’m staring up at him. His scent of blood orange and chocolate surround me, attempting to soothe my anxiety with the reminder that he’s mine. Since the first time I smelled them both in the living room, I’ve wrapped their scents around me tightly. I don’t want to let them go.

“You’re going to spend a lot of time with a reddened ass, Rainbow Brite,” he grunts, and then his lips are on mine, stealing my breath in the most delicious way possible.

Moaning into his mouth, my fingers tangle in his hair as he lifts me into his arms.

I don’t know how he manages to walk and kiss while I’m so accident prone, but he easily sits at the kitchen table, keeping me straddled on his lap.

“To address what you said,” Cooper says as he plates food and puts it on the table, “I didn’t have a choice when I left before. Your mother threw me out, and I erroneously thought you’d be fine there. I never in a million years would have thought her capable of throwing you out without checking to see if you had a safe place to land.”

“I don’t think she thought about what it would mean to take my phone with her when she left either,” I explain as Ipick up my fork and take a bite, moaning as the flavors burst over my tongue. “She has no way to get a hold of me anymore.”

“Let Nina sit properly,” Cooper rumbles, making Ethan snort. Lifting me as if I weigh nothing, he maneuvers me until I’m sitting in his lap, facing Cooper as he sits down. “Princess, your noises are going to make me feed you something else very soon.”

“So I’m your sex toy?” I joke, struggling to not roll my eyes. He seems to have an issue with insolence.

“Yes,” he agrees, making me choke on my spit and grab a napkin. “I’m developing an obsession and the best way for me to deal with it is to lean in and accept it.”

“Most people would ignore their urges,” I tease him, shaking my head. “I’m not going to make a good sex toy, sorry. I told you I’m inexperienced and I meant it. I’m a virgin, Ethan had my first kiss, I gave you my first blow job. I have barely presented as an omega, and I have no idea what I’m doing with my life, much less my designation.”

Ethan rocks my ass over his now rock hard cock, making me gasp. “The trouble with being rich and bored and powerful is that there’s no one to tell you no,” he teases me. “Dad works because he enjoys teaching, I go to school because I enjoy learning, but we both have certain sexual urges that I think you’ll be able to help with. Quit the job, get some clothes that won’t make me hunt you down regularly on campus to check to see if you’ve turned into a popsicle, and in return we get to play with our beautiful new roommate.”

“This is insane,” I sigh. “Cooper?—”

His lips press together unhappily and Ethan grunts. “You’ve done it now, baby. I’m going to shower. Enjoy your punishment.”

Dammit. The traitor gets up, pushing me onto my feet before he leaves, whistling under his breath. Cooper glances at him in surprise, and I wonder what he’s thinking about.

“Come here, Princess,” he mutters, still staring at the spot where Ethan just was.

“Why am I coming and what are you staring at?” I ask.

Cooper’s lips twitch despite himself, and when his gaze meets mine, I see amusement swirling in the depths of his eyes.

My feet move of their own accord until I’m staring up at him. His hands grab my shirt, forcing my arms to rise as he pulls it off.