Page 85 of Shattered Trinket
His groan fills the air as he tosses his head back in exasperation.
“You don’t play fair, Smalls.”
As he lifts his head, his eyes meet mine, and his hand instinctively finds its way to the back of my head.
“We’re not fighting. We’re just having a disagreement, which is normal with a house full of alphas and an omega that we all feel the need to protect with our lives,” he mutters petulantly, before sighing and glancing back at Jeremiah with narrowed eyes.
“If anything happens to her, I’ll kill you,” he bites out, pulling my head to his chest and holding me tight.
I catch Jeremiah rolling his eyes and bite my lips to hold in my laughter.
“Worse men have tried and failed, brother. They don’t call me the Ghost for no reason,” Jeremiah deadpans, shaking his head with a laugh when Ridge throws a pillow at his head.
The way my belly flips and my heart seems to trip in my chest at the fact that Jeremiah just called Ridge ‘brother’ isindescribable. There’s a whirlwind of emotions inside of me at such a simple word, a blend of excitement, surprise, and a hint of pleasure. Although he said it nonchalantly, it lingers in my thoughts, evoking a feeling of pure delight.
When Ridge’s hold on me relaxes, I sit up, pecking him on the lips and smiling softly at him. As I try to stand up, he catches me by surprise, yanking me back into his arms and pressing his lips firmly against mine in a fervent and electrifying kiss, his tongue gently gliding over the seam of my mouth, coaxing me to open up. My chest aches for air as he kisses me relentlessly. When he finally releases me, I stand up in a dazed state, sucking in a much-needed breath. He chuckles, reclining comfortably in the chair with a smug smile on his face.
I nearly jump back in his lap, but before I can, Jeremiah’s arm wraps around my middle and when I glance up at him with a frown and questioning eyes, he raises a brow at me.
“Thought you were comin’ with me, baby? I’ll take care of that ache he’s left behind by teasing you,” he murmurs in my ear, making my face flame as I bite my lip, watching his eyes become hooded.
Ridge groans, and when I look back at him, his eyes are narrowed at Jeremiah.
“Fucker,” he mutters when Jeremiah just unleashes a feral grin back at him.
“I will,” Jeremiah quips back, dragging me out of the living room before Ridge can get up and snatch me from him.
He laughs the entire way out of the room as Ridge curses up a storm at his back, and I can’t wipe the silly grin off my face.
I shrink back when we walk into the rowdy bar, hiding slightly behind Jeremiah and drinking in my surroundings. So manyscents war with each other, making it hard for me to breathe in the already smoky room, and I cling to Jeremiah’s back, shoving my face into his shirt and relaxing when his scent washes the rest away.
When we approach the bar, he takes a seat and promptly grabs me by my hips and plops me on his lap. I gasp, grabbing hold of the counter and squirm in his hold as my face flames red and he chuckles in my ear.
“If you keep wiggling like that, I’m going to have to toss you on this counter and give these people a show they’ll never forget.”
The breath in my lungs disappears when I feel him getting hard beneath me, and I freeze.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, turning me into a puddle as I relax against him with a sigh.
Instantly, I can feel eyes on us, and not just one pair, but multiple. It feels as if everyone in the room is staring at us, the way Jeremiah holds me close. I try my hardest to ignore it as my alpha whispers in my ear, making me alternate between giggling and blushing. A few minutes after we sit, a pretty dark-skinned woman with piercings and tattoos galore sits beside us and smirks over at Jeremiah.
“I see you done gone and got yourself an omega as well. Seems my baby brother isn’t the only one to get so lucky. Or unlucky, in his case. His omega just might kill ‘em,” she says to Jeremiah with a gleam in her eye and a sharp grin.
She has a raspy voice, tinged with a noticeable accent which only adds to her allure, just as captivating as her appearance. When I catch a hint of her scent, I realize she’s a beta, but something about her demeanor exudes more dominance than is typical for a beta, much less a beta woman. She raises a pierced brow at me when she catches me staring and chuckles when I quickly avert my gaze.
“Data. It’s good to see you again. I was surprised you called,” Jeremiah rumbles at my back, and I peek back up at the woman curiously.
Who is she?
“Yes, well. I heard through the deep, dark, grapevine that the Ghost was retiring, so I figured now was as good as any to call in on that favor you owe me.”
“Mm. Depends on what it is,” Jeremiah says, leaning back and pulling me with him, chest vibrating as a quiet purr rumbles in his chest when he realizes I’m feeling uneasy.
“Nothing too difficult. I just can’t be linked to this, and you’re the best at not being seen. I can’t trust this with anyone else.”
Out of nowhere, Jeremiah taps me on the thigh, causing me to jump and turn my gaze towards him.
“What do you say, Dove? If you don’t want me to, I won’t.”