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“Do you want to do this? If you’re not in one hundred percent, it’s off the table right now.”

“Are you in?”

I swallowed. “It’s harder for me. But it feels right, too.”

“I don’t want you to do this just for me,” he whispered.

I shook my head. “I would be doing it for us.” I reached up and cupped his jaw. “I wouldn’t have put it on the table if I wasn’t serious. You know that, right?”

He nodded into my palm.

“What do you want to do, Pete?”

He squeezed his eyes closed again, then opened them and met my gaze. “I want to try,” he whispered.

I nodded. “Ok. We’ll find out if he’s interested. And if he is, then we’ll court him and find out if becoming a throuple is for us.”

“Thank you,” he said softly.

I stood, then leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. “I can’t make any promises, except to try.”

“Ok.”

Chapter 10 - Benny

Putting thoughts of being with either Pete or Warren aside was harder than I thought it would be.

Somehow, in my reminders to myself that I didn’t want to come between them, my mind twisted things and I had fantasies of literally coming between them—a Benny sandwich as they took turns making me come over and over. I’d dream about looking down to see my rounded belly, knowing that they’d been the ones to breed me.

When I told myself that because they were together, I could have neither, some part of me responded with ‘Why not both?’

And both sounded like a fabulous idea—an amazingly sexy idea.

It was also a sign that my heat was coming up. My fantasies were always intense in the weeks leading up to my heat.

I rubbed the back of my neck as I watched Warren high-five another child. It was Saturday, and there were only a few hours left before my day off. I would have an entire day spent not staring at the other men, and maybe I’d be able to get them out of my mind for a few hours.

Or—if nothing else—I’d be able to pretend as I played with my favorite knotting dildo. Maybe that would be enough to cool me down.

One of the temps led the little girl back to her parents, then signaled that it was time for our scheduled lunch break.

A man from mall security looked bored as we made sure everything was secure before we were going to be away, then he and another guard escorted us to the break room.

The temps were eager for food, staying close to the front guard. I hung back, intending for Warren to be in the middle where we could move to intercept excited kids. But he slowed until he was walking beside me.

“Hey,” he murmured, low enough that only I could hear him.

“H-hey…” I replied.

“I was wondering… Pete and I are going for a late dinner tonight after the shift ends. Would you like to join us?”

I froze and only started walking again when the security guard almost bumped into me. I skipped a few steps to catch up. “Like… as a group?” I squeaked, still keeping my voice low.

“No, just him, me, and you… if you’re interested.”

I swallowed. Had they noticed my attraction and were going to tell me to knock it the fuck off? Not that I would have blamed them. I’d tried to be discreet, but maybe I’d been overly flirty without realizing it.

My omega side screamed yes, that dinner could mean good things—sexy-time type things. But my rational side was more cautious.