I moved to the front of her, and her head slightly bent forward. I glanced down and noticed her looking below my waist. Was she really staring at my dick? I was wearing sweatpants, and I guess I wasn’t leaving much to the imagination. Seeing her look at me, her eyes growing slightly wide, legs parting, did something to me. Her breath quickened, and I felt myself come alive under her gaze. Did she know her body was reacting that way to me?
She looked up at me, her mouth opened and her cheeks slightly reddened beneath her deep complexion. Her lips were full and pouty, and I had to stop myself from grabbing her and feeling her mouth on mine. I could feel my wolf getting restless inside me. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to do more than that. He wanted her under us.
I didn’t want an omega. We weren’t stable. But my body definitely wanted her.
“Sorry,” she whispered, looking away and closing her legs.
I rolled my shoulders back, admittedly disappointed that the moment was passing. I willed my dick to read the room and not get harder before I embarrassed myself, and she noticed. Assuming she hadn’t already.
I trimmed her hair, moving as fast as I could but shit, it was hard. Well, I was, and she was perfuming like mad. She moved her hands to her thighs, clenching them into fists, and I could hear her heart beat loudly in the silent room. Or was that mine? It was almost deafening.
Her chest rose and fell, breasts full and nipples hard and straining against the form-fitting sweater she had on. My dick was not obeying my wishes and going in the other direction. If she hadn’t seen before, she would know now that I was very turned on. My hands started to tremble, and I had to pause a few times to collect myself or else give her a haircut she would regret.
I did a final comb-through of her thick locks, wanting her hair to be perfect. She needed to go, but I also wanted her happy. By the time I was done, my mind was a lust-filled fog, and I was barely able to form words out loud, the blood having left my head.
I bent forward slightly, inhaling her scent, the coconut smell of her hair. That was a mistake. I couldn’t stop myself and rubbed my cheek against the top of her head, feeling the smoothness of her locks against my skin, reveling in her scent. Before I realized, my hand was on my crotch, and I hadn’t even felt myself move. Fuck. What was she doing to me?
Her hand shot up to touch the waistband of my sweats. She licked her lips and looked up at me with glazed eyes. I couldn’t blame her for this feeling. We were both affecting each other. The room was thick with our scents. I wanted her to lower my pants. I wanted her to put her mouth on me or let me inside her. Needed it. I could tell she did, too.
But I knew enough about her to know she wasn’t ready. I knew she was just affected by my scent and I hers. We hadn’t bonded. We might never. And if we did anything now, she would be mad at herself. I wanted to protect her in every way. Neither of us were mentally in a place to submit to each other. My wolf scratched at my insides, wanting to take her. But my mind fought back, gaining ground.
I clutched her hand and lowered it back to her lap carefully. “You should go.”
She quickly lowered her head, breathing out a curse. She got up and headed to the door, pausing before leaving. “Thank you for the cut,” she said, not looking back at me.
* * *
BILLIE
Iwalked down the hallway, legs wobbly and emotions bordering on extreme embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I just went and grabbed Lance like that. I pounded at my chest to slow the rapid beating of my heart. My panties were a mess.
A haircut.
That’s all it was, and I was ready to erupt. That was so not me. That was never me. I’d spent all this time with these guys and felt in control most times. Sure, when I went into my mini heats, things were a little shaky. But I felt fine now. I had no heat to hide behind. Just pure horniness.
And a guy in light-colored sweat pants did shake up a girl. I wasn’t even sure he was wearing any underwear. His girth was very easy to make out, and it was a bit intimidating. Still, it hadn’t stopped me from literally wanting to pull his pants off and ride him like a bull. And he was getting hard right in front of me. I put my hands to my flushed cheeks, remembering it all. My mouth practically watered at the sight. I don’t even think I knew what I was doing when I grabbed the band of his sweatpants. I was operating on horny auto-pilot.
And then he kicked me out. And he said it so coldly. Humiliating. I thought he was turned on too, but maybe it was against his will. Perhaps we were all controlled by our bodies. Maybe he was right to kick me out before we both did something we regretted.
How the hell was I going to look him in the eyes again? I wanted to go home and hide in my room. Maybe I should just sit in my car and wait for Daniel to come.
When I got to the living room, I sat on the couch, turning on the TV. The news was on, but I didn’t watch it. I just stared blankly, willing Daniel to hurry home from work. I knew he had the evening off.
Ty came into the room and looked me over. “Your hair looks nice. I still like it curly, but it’s good straight too. He did a good job. Told you.”
I grimaced, not registering that he was giving me a compliment because I was still in humiliation mode.
He paused, frowning. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
Funny how his mind went right to that. Lance wasn’t scary. He was unsettling. If that made a difference.
I shook my head. I did not want to talk about how I was rejected by Lance. I hoped to God he kept it to himself.
Ty sighed and sat beside me. “I know Lance can be a little weird, but he means well.”
“I don’t think he likes me.”
He reached up and pulled some hair behind my ears, and I fought the urge to shiver from his gentle touch. “Sure, he does. He just has his ways. Give him time. I’m glad he did your hair.”
