But…
He’d never felt like this. Like maybe everything would be okay somehow. It was nice to have her at his back, finishing his sentences, thinking along the same winding lines he did, smiling at the same stuff he found funny. So beautiful. She would make pretty pups. Girl pups. Ones that looked like her with long curls and big green eyes. He could be a good dad if he had someone like Emma keeping him from fucking everything up. Ours.
That felt right.
The door swung open and in walked trouble. Petite Emma, with those sexy curves shoved into tight jeans and that little spaghetti-strap silk shirt. Make-up on point, fresh lip gloss, hair pulled back in a ponytail that gave him a boner on account of it being a beautiful mess, just like his Emma. He’d gotten her hair all ratted like that. She’d let him inside of her. Not like with the other girls she’d mentioned. They were all fucks he needed when pack life got too hard or his wolf became unmanageable.
Sex with Emma was different. It was better.
“Why are you staring at my vagina?” she asked. Her voice was thick and a little slurred, but he’d meant it when he’d told Emma her voice was perfect. No other girl he’d ever met sounded like her. He would recognize the tone of her voice from across a busy street.
Dustin cleared his throat and ripped his gaze away from the zipper of her jeans. “Are you here to blow me?”
Emma snorted and knelt down in front of him. “No. You didn’t do the bat signal.” She shoved her finger a couple of times into a hole she made with her other hand.
Dustin wanted to hold onto his worry for a little while longer, but it was impossible with his dainty little human making lewd gestures like that.
The smile dipped from her lips. “You okay?”
“Fine. Why?”
“You’re on the floor like your world just ended.”
Dustin took stock of his body. Crap, she was seeing him in a really vulnerable position. “Just dealing with some wolf shit. I’m good.”
Emma canted her head, and her delicate eyebrows went into the cutest fucking frown he’d ever seen, right before she scooted between his legs and hugged his waist. She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed. “I bought you a drink. It’s something called a Pink Panty Dropper, and it has extra maraschino cherries and a purple umbrella.”
Dustin snorted a laugh. “You better not have.”
“I roofied it so I can seduce you easier,” she murmured, but there was a smile in her voice.
“The girl of my dreams,” he muttered. He said it like a joke, but underneath the tease, he absolutely meant it. Emma was flawless.
He inhaled deeply and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “You really do smell like sex. That’s a compliment.”
“Well, it’s a terrible compliment.”
“Thank you.”
She shook her head against his shoulder, and he imagined her rolling her eyes. She did that a lot, but with a smile that said she wasn’t that annoyed with him.
The door swung open, and Winter stumbled in with a pair of pink girly drinks in her hands and her eyes closed tightly. She was wobbling on her heels and smelled like a brewery. “Stop fooling around. I have to talk to y’all.” Winter cracked an eye open and sighed with relief. Then she leaned against the wall beside them and slid down, landing a little too hard. Some of her drink spilled on the dingy tile floor.
“Sloppy drinker,” Dustin accused.
Winter responded by handing him the drink, which had, in fact, five maraschino cherries sitting in the bottom and a purple miniature umbrella.
Emma was cracking up at herself.
“You’re the worst,” he muttered, but he took the horrid drink like a shot, because manners. Werewolves sometimes had them.
Logan kicked open the door and came in holding two more pink drinks and looking pissed. “She fucking ordered them for everyone.” He sat down beside Winter with the grumpiest frown on his face.
Dustin snorted, and now Emma was really laughing in his arms, shoulders shaking. God he loved her.
Beast came in four seconds later with two more girl-drinks. He smelled angry. And like maraschino cherries. And last but not least to this bathroom party were Kane and Rowan. How many monsters could they fit in one tiny bathroom? Here was the answer.
Beast handed Kane the fruity drinks and stumbled over to the urinals on the wall. A jingle of his belt and the rip of his zipper, his back to them, Beast started pissing.
“Dude,” Logan growled. “There are girls in here.”
“Girls pee, too,” Rowan slurred.
“How much have you had to drink?” Dustin asked the crowd.
“Enough,” Kane muttered, as he sat on Dustin’s other side and handed him another pink drink.
“Hard pass,” Dustin said.
“Fucking drink it. I’m going to puke if I have to drink both.”
Dustin growled but chugged the nasty drink as Rowan settled on the other side of Kane. He felt heavy and terrifying so Dustin shifted his weight toward Winter so he wouldn’t barf at the raw dominance wafting from the dragon.
With a snarl, Logan leaned over his mate and shoved Dustin’s head. “Back off. Mine.”
“I strongly dislike all of you,” Dustin groused. “Not you Emma. You’re pretty and let me have sex with you, and Winter, you’re only annoying in the mornings.”
“I second that,” Beast said, turning from his piddle-session. “Fuck mornings.”