Page 37 of With A Little Luck

Chapter Thirty-One

Hartley

Q uincy’s fever does lessen by a degree and a half with knotting, but it’s still higher than I would like.

Trigg forces her to drink something before we fall asleep, but it can’t have been longer than an hour when she wakes up again. Moaning, she grinds over my length until the sexy dream disappears and my consciousness catches up to reality.

This process happens several more times over the next few hours until my dick is done for. The next time I fall asleep, I pray she’s actually able to get some rest.

Quincy’s system doesn’t regulate. It’s acting like she’s an omega in heat. The only thing that keeps her fever manageable is being locked on a knot, but as I’ve already told Trigg…

My dick is done for.

I’ve had a long day and more orgasms than I can count. I’m pretty sure Quincy made me come a time or two while I was still asleep, and I’m half delirious as I walk Trigg through what he’s supposed to be doing.

“I’m telling you,” he snarls, “my tip is hitting the bottom of her pussy on every thrust. There’s no way she can reach my knot. It’s just not working. Maybe I have a bigger dick than you?”

I cradle Quincy’s cheeks as he fucks into her doggy style, and it’s the only thing that stops me from pulling a hand away to flip him off.

“Try harder, then,” I growl.

At the same time, Quincy scoffs. “I’m more than capable of taking your knot.”

“Doggy style isn’t working.” I release her face, looping my arms under hers and pulling her up until she’s vertical on her knees. Trigg follows, repositioning himself while keeping his crown inside her. “Let’s see if this helps. If not, might I suggest fucking her harder?”

“I’m doing the best I can,” he grinds out. “Battering her cervix seems especially violent for very little payoff. My dick must be too big to make this work.”

“I’m totally fine,” Quincy slurs. “Batter away. My cervix is great.”

I snort. Seriously, life with an omega in the house is a trip. I’m grateful my parents sent us kids to our grandparents’ house every time my mom went into heat.

“She’s gonna be fine,” I say firmly. “Knot her and bring down her fever.”

Trigg glares at me over Quincy’s shoulder.

I get it.

We’re both nervous and doing the best we can. I’ll personally feel a lot better once we can talk to the doctor in the morning. And that’s if the random waves of heat that she’s experiencing let up for long enough for us to venture out in public.

My nerves are shot.

I’m exhausted.

I’m also not the goddamn sex whisperer.

Quincy moans, resting her head against my chest. I’m the only thing keeping her upright at the moment, so I tease my hand over her shoulder and come to terms with how close Trigg and I have gotten tonight.

“Buck up into her, but once you get as deep as you can get…” I shrug. “Grind even more. Buck a little harder.”

“And if I injure her?”

I can’t help myself. My eyes roll. “You won’t. Her body needs this. I’m pretty sure omega biology is set up to convert pain to pleasure during waves of heat, anyway.”

Do they have adult classes on how to take care of an omega? Because if so… Trigg and I might need to sign up.

Quincy has had enough waiting. She begins to bounce on her knees as her nails dig into my sides. I’m basically hugging her, but I keep my forearms touching her sides and grab her ass. The next time she falls over his length, I use my hold to give her a solid shove.

Trigg’s wide eyes meet mine over her shoulder, and a string of nonsensical begging spills from Quincy’s lips.

“That worked,” he chokes out.

Fucking thank the universe.

“Thank you,” he says, moving to kiss over her shoulder.

I nod.

Tonight has been eye-opening. There’s no way I would be able to take care of her solo.

Hell, I’m a little worried the three of us won’t be able to manage once one of her real heats hit.

We’re all exhausted the next morning.

Except Ridge.

That fucker is chipper and ready to take on the day.

Quincy oversleeps and eventually tells us she’ll wear something she has here rather than leave early to swing by her house for fresh clothes.

She’s no longer feverish like she was last night, and that causes a fair amount of concern over whether this is something we’ll have to face every night.

I will.

I just might need a few short naps throughout the day. I’m too old to stay up all night and all day. I used to manage that shit with ease in my early twenties, but I turned thirty last year, and I’m feeling it.

Trigg is probably a few years younger than I am, and now that they’ve taken the sex step, he can help.

Hopefully he won’t need his hand held during every encounter, but I shouldn’t be shitty.

I was scared, too, even more so than the night her fever spiked at her house.

Last night was intense.

After three cups of coffee, the caffeine finally kicks in. I feel sorry for Quincy since she only let herself have a baby cup, and it’s obvious that she wants more. She stares at the coffeemaker longingly, and I barely hold back a laugh.

She’s cute as hell in Ridge’s sweats and one of my team long-sleeve T-shirts. It’s stretched to the limits over her stomach. I’ve come to terms with the fact it’ll never fit me right again, but seeing it on Quincy is way more satisfying, anyway.

The ride to the doctor’s office is mostly silent. We’ll have to swing by her house on the way home to get more supplies and my SUV. At some point, I really need to tackle packing up my shit at Harrison’s.

Ridge has a washer and dryer, though, so I’m willing to put that off until another day.

What really sounds heavenly is climbing into the nest with Quincy to sleep the day away.

The doctor’s office is downtown with a decent-sized parking lot. Ridge whips his truck into one of the spots and glances into the back seat.

Quincy has her eyes closed with her cheek resting against my shoulder. She was talking a minute or two ago, which makes me think she’s just resting her eyes and not actually asleep.

I’ve got my arm around her and my hand on her side, so I give her a tender pat to warn her it’s time to get moving.

She jolts and guilt twists in my gut.

I should have acted sooner to see if she needed a roommate. We spent a lot of days together just chatting and eating while standing in the kitchen at the restaurant, but I tried to wait for some cue from her that she was ready for more than just friendship.

Seeing how exhausted she’s been outside of work makes me realize how good of an actress she was. She never let on how much she was suffering, and now I’ll spend the next few hours spiraling over how I failed to notice that she was floundering.

“We should go,” Ridge says, unbuckling his seat belt. “We have fifteen minutes before your appointment time.”

Quincy nods, rubbing at her eyes. “Okay, but no one look when they ask me to step on the scale.”

I grin, shaking my head.

She really is too fucking cute.

The waiting room has a few other pregnant ladies, most of them with at least one partner.

I’d guess this isn’t an omega-only doctor, or maybe some packs have to work and alternate which alpha attends each appointment.

Either way, it kills me to know Quincy has been coming here every single month… completely fucking alone.

It’s been such a balancing act between trying to build trust and not overstepping any of her boundaries, but no part of me likes to think about how much she’s had to tackle on her own.

All while worrying about money and the future.

Quincy has already done her paperwork, but once they see us, they ask the biological father to fill out some additional information about his family medical history.

The little omega sits on my right with her head resting against Trigg’s chest while Ridge is on my left, scribbling away at the questionnaire.

He grunts, stretching closer. “I can fill in the shit from my mom’s side of the family, but I don’t have anything on my dad’s side. Do you think I should just leave it blank?”

Damn.

No wonder he was so serious about wanting to be in the baby’s life.

I nod. “Yeah, I bet that happens all the time. Just fill in what you can.”

He sighs and leans back. “I could call my mom to see if she knows, but I try not to pick at that old wound if at all possible.”

I clap him on the shoulder. “Having your information is the most important part. I’d say that and anything you know about your mom’s side of the family is plenty.”

Look at that.

It’s like I can see the friendship forming before my very eyes.