Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(74)

I finished wiping down Baby and Bomber just as the models let out a chorus of squeals and greetings.

“Lo?” Baby hissed, eyeing the door. “Is that a celebrity?”

I glanced over my shoulder, an unwelcome blush blooming on my cheeks immediately. “Um, kind of. In the fashion world, yes. That’s Rakim Oren. He’s the other omega for the shoot that I’ll be working on. And that’s Wes, one of his packmates. Will that be, umm...” I twisted my lips in a frown and glanced at Bullet.

He shook his head, shrugging easily. “Not an issue, sweetheart,” Bullet said with a smile that I automatically returned. Bullet was so easy going, he reminded me of Cyrus in a somehow totally opposite way.

Rake’s chocolate perfume grew stronger, the flurry of activity from the models settling down as he neared my station. His scent was richer than usual, and we’d spent the night before in one of his nests, Leo and I taking turns wearing Rake out until all three of us were too tired to continue. When I woke, Rake had been missing, and Leo explained he’d probably gone to Cyrus or Caleb in the night rather than wake us again. His heat was due in less than a week and it was already starting to show.

“Hey, Lollipop,” Rake said, wrapping an arm around my waist and pressing a brief kiss against my jaw. Baby’s eyes widened as Rake barely nuzzled against me before drawing away in a cloud of chocolate and heady omega.

“Hey, Rake. Hi, Wes,” I said, smiling at the pair of them. Rake’s seat was on the other side of the station I’d set Baby and Bomber up at, and he went to collapse in the chair.

Baby was gawking at me. “I thought you were trying out a new perfume,” she hissed, leaning forward to whisper yell at me. “You’re dating an omega?!”

I shrugged and then since that seemed kind of unfair to me and Rake, I nodded.

“Ohmigod, Lo,” Baby said, voice rising.

“Shit,” Rake said from the other side of the mirrors. He reappeared, eyes a little wider and smile a little less sleepy. “I just realized, you must be Baby! And you two must be some of her sexy bikers.” Rake winked at Bullet. “Lola never tells me enough about you, to be honest.”

“I know the feeling,” Baby said, overemphasizing the words and glaring at me.

“Baby, this is Rake and Wes. You guys this is Baby, Bullet, and Bomber. Baby and I are old friends,” I said, rushing through the introductions.

“Bullet and Bomber?” Wes asked, eyes narrowed.

“They’re just road names. His is purely fashion, but mine I got in the army. Sniper,” Bullet said, holding out his hand to the other alpha.

Wes’ eyebrows jumped and he looked Bullet over, shaking his hand. “I think I might’ve heard of you. You need a job by any chance? I work in personal security.”

“I got one,” Bullet said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at Baby. “She’s full time. Plus over time.”

“Watch it,” Baby growled, feigning an alpha snarl with bared teeth. Bullet just blew a kiss back at her and grinned.

“Rake and I met at a photoshoot,” I said.

“And she’s double dating my beta, Leo,” Rake added, grinning at me.

“Shut the fuck up,” Baby said, reaching out and tit punching me.

“Ohmigod, Baby, we are adults,” I said, a laugh falling out as I resisted the urge to grab my boob and comfort it after the abuse from my overly caffeinated best friend.

“Adults have communications skills, Lollipop,” Baby answered back. I glared at her, and Rake bounced on his heels, a manic grin overtaking his face at our exchange.

“I knew I wanted to meet her,” Rake said to me. “I told you.”

“I have to get started on this makeup before I get fired,” I answered, shaking my head.

“Here,” Bomber said, standing up from his chair and offering it to Rake. “That way you and Baby can compare alphas and things Lola fails to tell you.”

“Oh wow, you’re dead to me,” I said, glaring at Bomber.

“So tell me about Leo,” Baby said, settling into her chair. “Also tell me about Wes. Wes, you smell delicious. If you aren’t bonded—”

“Kitten, say one more word. You have plenty of alphas,” Bullet growled.

This was fucking chaos.

“That’s interesting. Lola also finds Wes’ scent delicious. She described it as Sex on the Beach,” Rake said.

“This is why no one lets omegas out to play,” Wes grumbled.

“Definitely the sex, yes,” Baby said with an authoritative nod. “I’m getting syrup too. I wanna lick him.”

“Baby,” Bullet growled.

“You, lay back. Close your eyes. I’m doing your face, and I’m starting with that loud ass mouth of yours,” I snapped at Baby.

Her back straightened and she tilted backward, lips twitching. “Yes, alpha,” she replied in a purr.

I huffed, and Rake cackled, his perfume curling provocatively around my head. I was going to be dizzy with the scents by the time I was done with the two of them.

“She’s a fuckin’ handful and a half,” Bullet said to Bomber, who hummed in happy agreement.





“Want me to wash you off?” I asked as Baby returned to my station after being promptly removed from the gauzy twisting dress she’d worn for the shoot.