Page 80 of Puck Your Friend

She alternates between the two of us, while one kisses her, the other focuses on her neck, always giving her attention.

I pause over her scent gland, letting her pulse flutter against my lips. My teeth graze over it. The instinct to claim rises in my chest. I swallow it down. Not yet. Instead, I nip and suck to create a hickey.

Logan mirrors me on the other side. Her breath catches as her hand finds my thigh and his. She tilts her head back. Her grip tightens.

There are marks already littering her skin. Love bites left days ago, along her collarbone and under her shirt and jeans. We put them there. She didn’t cover them up and gave us several of our own.

The world will know she’s ours, and I love that.

Ford glances over his shoulder. “Don’t have too much fun back there, or we’re going to have to pull over and join you.”

Frankie barely pulls her mouth from mine, lips swollen from kissing. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”

She then grabs another peach ring, placing it between her lips as she turns to stare at Ford. Logan shifts in and takes it from her mouth.

I groan when she turns back to me, sugar dust clinging to her lips

Her body presses harder between us, trying to touch us both as much as she can. My hand slides to her waist, thumb brushing just under the hem of her shirt.

I couldn’t care less that we’re on the highway, where anyone can see. If she wants me or us, I’m going to give her what she wants and make her squirt all over my dick.

Für Elisefills the car, shattering the moment.

Frankie stops us, and it takes me a second to realize it’s her cell phone. She groans, head dropping onto my shoulder. “Of course.”

She fishes the phone out of her back pocket and squints at the screen. “It’s Richard, my boss.”

I sit back, trying hard, nopun intended, to get my dick to calm down.

Logan runs a hand over his face.

Ford turns off the music.

The screen flashes with an incoming FaceTime request. She huffs and smooths down her hair with one hand while shifting upright.

Logan and I duck out of frame, sliding to either side as best we can.

She taps accept, her face composed in seconds.

His face fills the screen. “Fran, I’m glad you picked up.”

Frankie forces a smile. “Hey, Richard.”

“We received your updated medical documentation. Your designation has been officially changed. You’re listed as an Omega now. I’m not sure if I understand. Are you late-presenting? I’ve never heard of someone as old as you are presenting this late in life.”

Every inch of her spine locks up as she sits up straighter.

Her jaw tightens. “No, sir.I’ve always known I was an omega, but I was taking suppressants that chemically turned me into a Beta.”

She exhales, and I reach over to grab her free hand, knitting my fingers with hers and running my thumb over her knuckles.

She squeezes back. “I know I should’ve told you. I lied because I wanted the job so bad, and for years it wasn’t an issue. I didn’t think it would become one now, but my health had other plans. Please don’t let this change how you see the work I’ve done. I’ve always shown up. I’ve always delivered, and that’s not going to change now.”

Her voice doesn’t waver, but her eyes hold something raw. “I’m sorry for not being honest sooner. Please don’t give up on me.”

He stares at her from over the top of his silver wire-rimmed glasses like a disapproving father. I want to growl at him to stop judging her, but I know have to keep my mouth shut here and let her deal with it.

Richard adjusts his glasses and leans back. “I don’t have a replacement for you. So you can continue your assignment for now. But HR will reach out. This will have to be reviewed by compliance.”