“I’ll bring more clothes back tonight,” Esme said. “Pretty sure everything I have here needs to be washed.”

I picked her up off the soft floor of the nest. “I wish I had time to take a shower with you.”

“Yeah, well, we both know that would take longer than we have.”

“Damn straight it would.”

But I loved that she was teasing me and taking it as a given I would fuck her senseless in the shower. Because I absolutely would. But my first appointment was early, and I hated being late.

“You’re not going to get home and want to stay there, are you?” I set her down in front of the bathroom door. “Because I have no problem tossing you over my shoulder and bringing you back here.”

“No,” she shook her head. “I’m coming back here. If only because I need to see what the hell Addison does with the room.”

“Your room. It’s your room, Esme. You can say it.”

She swallowed. “My room.”

“Not so hard, was it?” I winked and kissed her before jogging away. Five more seconds and I would have pushed her in the bathroom and into the shower. I needed a cold one myself.

My room was at the front of the house, and I took a look outside the windows, given we were now the new stars of what was sure to be a tabloid whirlwind. Sure enough, there were cameras outside. Most of them were hanging back further down the driveway, partially hidden by trees. But they were there, waiting to ambush.

The cameras didn’t bother me. Like we’d told Esme, we knew who she was and what we were getting into, and she was more than worth it. But we needed to be careful too. Too much exposure for her would hurt her, and the last thing I wanted was my little Omega hurting, unless it was her ass under my palm.

I flew through my shower and jogged down the stairs to grab a cup of coffee. I would need it to get through the day. The heat and furnishment of Esme’s room had taken a lot out of us. Not to mention the adrenaline and energy of a new relationship. We were all going to be dragging for a while.

Rylan was already lounging in the kitchen. “You see outside?”

His room was on the other side of the house on the front. “Yeah, I did.”

“What’s outside?” Luke asked.

“Cameras. Waiting for us, or Esme.”

He swore softly. “She’s going to hate that.”

“She’ll be fine,” I said. “But I don’t want her leaving without security. They went after her enough when she was alone. Now they’ll be ravenous.”

Her scent floated into the kitchen before I saw her. “Who’s ravenous?”

“Me,” I said immediately. “For you.”

The shade of pink she turned was a fucking miracle.