“Do you want more?” Luci asked him.
He did.
But he shouldn’t. He could get addicted to the stuff – and want more. The omega’s scent filled his lungs, causing his cock to jerk in his pants.
“No,” he said, dropping the glass on the serving bot.
Storming back into the house, he headed to his room. He needed to work to stop thinking about what he’d done. He pulled out his connector and pressed Roc’s code.
“No,” the alpha said as soon as the connection was completed.
“I haven’t asked a question yet,” Hym said. “How can you say no?”
“I already know what you’re going to ask. And the answer is no. I haven’t managed to track where the hack came from. That’s what you were going to ask me, right?”
He was. But he couldn’t now.
“No.” Hym stared at his feet, thinking of something he could ask their resident genius. “Uhh… do you know MJ Spirits?” he heard himself ask.
Hym grimaced. Why did he ask that?
Shit.
“Who doesn’t? Their spirits are amazing. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of them?”
“I have, but…” he wasn’t interested in such things, not until today when he… he sat down on the bed. He hardly drank any alcohol because of his dreams. Any stimulant made them worse.
“But what? Have you been living under a rock?” Roc sighed. “What am I even saying? Of course, you have. You’re interested in nothing but catching the next bad guy.”
“Bad guys are bad. They must be stopped.”
Roc’s laughter filled his ear. “Are you five?” He mimicked what he’d just said, laughing harder.
A smile pulled at Hym’s lips, despite himself.
Roc sobered. “What do you want to know about MJ Spirits.”
Shit. He thought he'd forgotten about that.
“Can you get me their address?”
What was he going to do with that? Hym shook his head. He started it, he might as well finish it, or Roc would know he was right all along.
“Are you going to order spirits?”
Was that excitement in his voice? Hym closed his eyes. His little excuse was getting complicated.
“Maybe,” he said, going for vague. He wasn’t planning to use the address because he’d get into damn trouble if he did.
The omega’s whimpering moans still echoed in his ears. Shit. Hym closed his eyes. Images of them together against the wall filled his mind.
His cock did more than jerk in his pants this time... it throbbed. Hym clenched his jaw.
Roc continued to talk in his ear.
“An early birthday present would be nice. I like Smoky Blue, just so you know.”
Of course, he did.