Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(61)

I grinned at him, my expression freezing as I realized he’d been watching me closely. Matthieu was observant, that much had always been clear. He’d seen my reserve around him and Cyrus in that very first moment in the hall at the Stanmore. He’d always been careful around me too.

“Do you miss just being in a band?” I asked him, hoping to distract his focus on me by turning it back to himself.

Matthieu’s nose wrinkled, and he looked down at the guitar in his hands. “No, I don’t think I do. Touring and partying was fun at the time, but thinking about it now makes me tired,” he said. He looked up at me with a sly grin. “Anyway, no one wants to watch an old man jump around in chains and spikes.”

“Oh, but the mohawk! Designate could probably bring it back if you wanted to give it a second shot,” I said.

Matthieu’s laugh was warm and surprised, his face lighting up and deep grooves digging into his cheeks as he smiled. My stomach flipped and a deep tug in my center urged me toward him. I crossed my ankles, pressing my legs shut, and tried to force the mental image of replacing Matthieu’s guitar in his arms with my own body.

Haven’t you learned your fucking lesson, Lola? Just because Matthieu didn’t act like a predator to me, didn’t mean he was safe. And I knew perfectly well that Rake hated it when people used him to get close to his alphas. I’d meant it when I said I didn’t want that, but my body seemed to have other ideas.

“I think I’m lucky to still have my hair, and I better not tempt fate,” Matthieu said, still grinning.

I was biting at my own grin. He wasn’t that old. In his late forties probably, although I suppose plenty of men started balding before then. His hair did look thick though, and it was longer than Leo’s or Rake’s. It would feel nice to dig my fingers through—

Oh, you’re fucked in the head.

“I should go try and sleep,” I said, pushing myself away from the door.

Matthieu’s stare took one long track over me, and for the first time I saw hunger in his gaze instead of only study. The ache echoed in me and he turned his head away, nodding slowly, eyes blinking. When he looked at me again, his expression was mild.

“I’ll play you out,” he said, settling the guitar back into the cradle of his arms.

“G’night, Matthieu.” I turned away with the first subtle, falling notes.

I stopped on the landing, the music playing at my back, and leaned against the wall, sinking down to the cool floor and letting my eyes fall shut as I took slow, deep breaths.

Get your shit together, Lola.





I woke to a warm mouth on my collarbone leaving wet messy kisses. For a hazy moment, I didn’t know where I was, and strangely enough I wasn’t frightened. And then I took a deep breath, chocolate heavy on my tongue, and I smiled.

“Morning,” I said, voice scratching.

“Hello you,” Rake breathed against my shoulder. His erection was pressed to my hip, his hand passing up and down on my side, thumb caressing the underside of my breast with every pass.

“What time is it?”

“Early. Early enough,” Rake said with a soft nudge of his hips.

I grinned and giggled, leaving my eyes shut against the sunlight warming my face. I’d sat on the landing for a few more quiet songs from Matthieu before his guitar went silent and I realized I was at risk of being caught. When I’d tried to sneak back into the bed with Rake, I’d accidentally woken him up. Not that he’d minded, based on the way his mouth had immediately latched onto mine. By the time I’d fallen asleep, it was nearing two in the morning.

“‘Kay,” I said to Rake, stretching out on the bed and letting him roll on top of me. “But you do the work this time.”

He snorted, breath puffing against my throat as he slid his cock against my entrance, weeping pre-cum making his work easy. That really was convenient as hell.

“Deal. Can I use this too?” Rake asked. A moment later, a soft buzzing sounded and Rake’s chest pulled away from mine.

I gasped, eyes flying open and back arching, as Rake pressed the vibrator directly to my clit. “God, yes!”

He pushed into me and I moaned as he settled, the vibrator perfectly nestled between us, stimulation rolling over every sensitive inch of me as Rake fucked me with slow, shallow thrusts.

Three divinely intense orgasms and a thorough shower later, and I finally looked at the clock.

“Shit. That was not early enough,” I said, turning my back to Rake for him to pull up my zipper for me.

“You’ve got ages. The guys are still down in the kitchen, and if you leave with them you know you won’t be late.”

“Assistant beauty editors are supposed to be early, not on time,” I said, glancing over my shoulder at Rake. “And definitely not arriving at the same time and in the same cars as their bosses.”

He snorted and nodded. “Okay, yeah, fair enough. We’ll get you a separate car then.”

“Or I just get moving faster and I grab the bus,” I said.

Rake wrinkled his nose. “I think we can do better than public transit, Lola. I’ll run down and get you some breakfast and arrange a car.”

“I’m presentable,” I said. “I can come down for my breakfast.”

Rake was on his way to his door, and he stopped and looked at me over his shoulder. He was dressed in sleep pants and nothing else, his floral tattoo twisted over the muscles on his back. “The guys are probably all there,” he said.