Resistant Omegas 5: Dewey by Joyee Flynn (black books to read .txt) 📗

we could talk and I didn’t have a mature answer. How did I explain to the man I love that it felt more mysterious and a little dangerous texting like we might get caught and in trouble?

As usual, I shouldn’t have worried, because he figured it out without my needing to say a word. Just to tease me he sent a few in code before we said our good-nights. I loved his playful heart and open mind. He never tried to derail my experiencing the world and Taggart just wanted to be a part of it. Which worked for me because I loved him.

This morning he was coming for an early session with George to take some Council-approved leadership/IQ test… Thing. I didn’t understand all the rules of being an Alpha or the theory behind what was going on. But I did know that Taggart’s session yesterday must have made George believe he wasn’t a psycho if they were taking the next step.

I knew we wouldn’t have much time together but I wanted to make sure I looked good so he wouldn’t forget me. It was stupid and insecure of me, I knew that. It’s just after everything I’d been through I wasn’t willing to take any risks that he’d decide I wasn’t worth all this trouble for.

After showering I threw on what Tristan called my indecent cut-off jean shorts I’d bought that hung very low and showed the bottom of my ass if I bent over. Along with a short-sleeve plaid shirt I knotted. I didn’t care that’s how girls wore them… I looked hot.

Besides, Tag loved my abs and hip bones and I knew the outfit would drive him wild. Topping it off with my new boots and cowboy hat.

I sauntered down the stairs, trying to get into the spirit of my sexy clothes. When I walked into the kitchen, Jared spit out his coffee in shock. They were all there, along with Taggart and George… And two men I didn’t know. Whoops!

“Good morning,” I drawled and poured myself some coffee.

“Nicely done, pint size,” Tristan chuckled. “I’m not sure I’ve ever walked into a room and gotten that reaction.”

“What are you wearing?” Taggart growled as he stood up from his seat at the kitchen table. He turned to Tristan. “What have you done to my sweet Dewey?”

“You don’t like it,” I whispered, feeling so stupid I wanted to melt into the floor. I hid behind the counter and lowered my hat when I felt tears burn in my eyes. “It’s not Tristan’s fault. He let me buy whatever I liked and I liked this outfit.”

“What outfit? You’re practically naked,” Taggart snapped. “You look like you’re going to go work your corner in Texas or something.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll go change,” I mumbled and went to dart out of the kitchen. One of the strangers moved in my way and I skidded to a halt.

“I think you look ravishing, darling,” he purred as he eyed me over. “I’d be even more excited if I thought that outfit was for me but I get the feeling it’s not.”

“I don’t know who you are,” I said nervously as I shot a glance to Tristan. Both these guys were as huge as Taggart and I really wanted to know what was going on.

“Carson called the Betas from the dire wolf pack and asked them to come meet you,” my friend explained gently. “He got tied up with something going on with another Omega and didn’t get a chance to give us a heads-up. Sorry to spring this on you.”

“No, it’s fine.” I wrapped my arms around my naked waist, trying to cover up as much of myself as I could. “Hi, I’m Dewey Seymour.”

“Hello, Dewey Seymour. I’m Percy Ryan, Beta of the Wichita pack. This is my partner and Beta, Azyle Ives.” I nodded to the other man who was eyeing me over with lust. Then Percy reached for my hand and brought it to his lips. “I think you look stunning.”

“Oh, thank you,” I gushed as I turned so red my ears even heated up.

“I was a little nervous about letting you buy a ten-gallon hat for a five-gallon head but you pull it off, pint size,” Tristan said with a bright smile.

“Yeah, I think our Omega should dress like that,” Jared mumbled as he eyed me over. Tristan smacked him upside the head and he growled. “I was just looking! There’s no rule that I can’t appreciate beauty when it’s standing in our kitchen.”

“Stop ogling my man,” Taggart growled at everyone and in a flash my hand was gone from Percy’s. “Is this what you want? You want every eye in the room to be picturing you naked? Of course, it’s not hard with what little clothing you’re wearing.”

“No, I just wanted you to,” I bitched as I pulled away from him. “We can’t touch and be together until we prove you’re not abusing me and our love is real. That didn’t mean I couldn’t dress sexy for you and give you something to think about while we jump through these hoops. You told me to try new things. I did and now you’re pissed. Just leave me alone then.”

“Dewey,” he whispered, his eyes going wide and filling with sadness. I think he finally realized that he’d screwed up.

“I’m not a slut, Tag,” I yelled, shoving his chest hard. “You’re the only man I’ve chosen to be with and you know that. I just wanted to have some fun and try something sexy to tempt you so you wouldn’t forget how good I can be to you. You’re going through all this shit just to be with me and I wanted to be tempting. Fine, I can’t pull it off but you didn’t have to embarrass me or make me feel like shit.”

“Dewey!” I heard several gasps in the room and saw the disapproving look George was giving Taggart.

“Don’t you dare write this down in your notes,” I growled at the