Page 47 of Gamers' Omega

I sighed, closed my eyes, and relaxed against him.

Ian rubbed my back with the towel, but it took me several seconds to realize that I was still soaking wet. I jumped back and saw a large spot on his shirt.

“Sorry,” I whined. “I didn’t mean…”

Ian laughed. “It’s just water. I’ll put on a new shirt while you get dressed. No harm done.”

“Ok.”

“Come on,” he murmured. “Put on some comfy PJs and don’t worry about tonight. We’re prepared to follow your lead.”

I nodded and held the towel as he released me. I finished drying off, then we walked out of the bathroom, him veering to the master bedroom while I crossed to the guest room. A few minutes later we were all seated at the dining table.

Freddie was seated on my left, and he reached over to hold my hand. The gesture was simple but conveyed more than words could. He was checking in with me, just as the others had.

I squeezed his fingers and we shared a smile before joining the conversation the others were having.

The topic was gloriously mundane: the guys were talking about how their days went. Even better, they paid attention and were engaged in each other’s jobs. Beck would ask Ian about specific elements of a project. Tony chatted about his favorite comments left on Beck’s most recent article.

The craving was back. This was a level of normalcy I never knew I needed—four people clearly in love, not showing it through grand gestures, but by simply caring for each other every day.

I was quickly pulled into the conversation, and it soothed something in my soul. It was like Ian had said: I was their equal.

Things were blissfully domestic once we finished eating. Tony and Ian washed dishes while Beck spent some time with Pico. Freddie and I discussed upcoming movies and what we were most excited to see.

Things slowly converged. The sound of work dimmed from the kitchen, then stopped as Ian and Tony joined us. Beck put Pico back into his cage, praising the bird as he did.

Then everything was on me. We could have a nice night in, cuddling to a movie. Or I could watch the alphas pleasure each other.

I swallowed, then blew out a long breath. “I… want to discuss something first.”

“What’s up?” Beck asked, tugging me over to the couch and onto his lap.

I smiled and rested in his embrace. “I want this tonight,” I started. “But… I might want more.”

“What do you mean?” Freddie asked.

“It felt so good when Ian touched me the other day. I don’t know if I’ll want that, but I want it to be on the table.”

“Ok,” Tony replied. “Do you want just hands? Mouths?”

“Hands only,” I answered, somehow managing to keep my voice steady. “And only my dick.”

“And only if you ask for it,” Freddie stated.

I nodded.

Beck kissed my temple, then he slid his fingers beneath my chin and guided my face to meet his lips.

I sighed as his tongue slid against mine, and shivered when his free hand dipped beneath my shirt.

He shifted, moved the other arm beneath my knees, and I gasped when he stood, cradling me to his chest.

I flung my arms around his neck, holding on as he secured his grip. Then he carried me down the hall to the master bedroom.

I’d only gotten glimpses into the room before, so I’d never fully appreciated the size of their bed. It stretched from one wall to the other. What appeared to be a custom-built shelf headboard took the place of nightstands, holding lamps, a few books, and charging stations for phones.

Beck set me on the edge of the bed. I kicked off my slippers, then scooted back as the others piled on.