I’m staring up at him with wide eyes when he lifts me by my hips and sets my ass on the edge of the counter. He spreads my thighs and steps between them, and I gasp.
“Come on, show me how bad you are,” he whispers, leaning forward until I’m forced to either kiss him or lean back.
I drop my palms flat against the counter behind me, putting space between us again. In the last three weeks he’s barely flirted with me. That’s not his fault. I haven’t exactly been open to it or around him all that much, so I haven’t seen this side of him in all that time.
I kind of forgot he had it in him.
“Scared, Little Omega?” Nick growls beside us, and as I glance his way, Benson moves in for the kill. He presses softkisses to my neck, his scent filling the air with desire strong enough to take down an army of horny omegas.
“Alright, you win. You win! I surrender,” I pant, pressing my hand to his chest and pushing him back even more. Benson steps away from me, and I expect him to look smug that he was right.
Instead, he just offers me his hand so I can jump off the countertop, no cocky smiles, only acceptance. There’s a hint of something in his eyes that looks like sadness, but I can’t be sure, as he turns away from me once I’m back on my feet.
“Which brings me back to what I was saying when you got sassy,” the younger alpha says, shooting me a wink over his shoulder. “Christmas Village is closed tonight because of the charity. We didn’t want the two overlapping, and we wanted to get a head start on the pies.”
“Oh, right. I knew that.” I shake my head because I did know that it would be closed tonight. Nick told me as much last weekend. I don’t know how I forgot that, but now I feel dumb. “So will everyone be here tonight, or?”
“Reinforcements will arrive tomorrow evening. Until then it’s just the three of us,” Benson says as he pulls out ingredients and Nick pulls out mixing bowls.
“Until tomorrow evening? So you’re saying…” I trail off, just in case he isn’t implying what I assume he is.
“Oh, you’re staying here until next Sunday night. Stella arrives Wednesday; family dinner is Thursday. As you know, everyone arrives on Friday because the wedding dinner kickoff is Saturday.” Benson’s words are so casual, like he’s just sharing typical daily plans and not announcing my kidnapping. “Sunday is the family day of decorating the farm. You’ll love it. After that you may return to your apartment, if you want.”
“So this is a kidnapping. Will there be a ransom?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest as I look between the two alphas.
“No.” Nick shakes his head. “No one has anything valuable enough to convince us to give you back.” He adds, smirking.
“Kai might,” I hiss, wondering if they would sell me out if he offered to pay them to leave me.
“Nah,” Benson says, but pauses, tapping his finger against his chin. “Unless he has access to the Hope Diamond. It’s the only diamond Stella likes, and I think it would be a cute wedding gift.” He glances over at me, winking like he knows exactly what I was just thinking. “Of course we’d just kidnap you again after giving it to her.”
“My clothes are a mess after skating.” I point at my leggings. “So I’ll have to go home to change. Sorry, it’s really too bad, but,” I shrug, turning to leave the kitchen, grabbing my purse off the counter as I go.
“I’m so glad you mentioned it. I didn’t want to say anything about what a mess you are, but since you brought it up,” Nick says, suddenly behind me. He gets in front of me, bends forward, wraps his arms around my waist, and straightens. “We already have what you need.” He sweeps his other arm under my knees, bringing me closer to his chest.
“Hey! What the heck?” I squeak as he carries me out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He gathers me to his chest with one arm, dropping the other down to open a door. He steps inside and spins so he can shut it before setting me back on my feet. “Nick!” I complain, hands on my hips.
“Plum.” He matches my stance, and I snort at how sassy he looks. His smirk is cute as hell as he steps past me, pulling a dresser drawer open. The room lacks a personal touch and is entirely too clean, so I assume it's a guest room. “The drawers are full of comfortable clothes you can wear whenever you like this week. I can take you to your apartment tomorrow to grab what you need for the rest of the week, but until then…”
“You bought me clothes?” I ask, eyes wide as I walk over, glancing inside the drawers.
“No. These are a combination of mine and Benson’s stuff.” He watches me as I dig through the folded fabric. Everything smells like the two alphas. “They’re clean,” he adds, and I give him a sideways look.
“They smell like you both scent-marked them,” I point out, and he nods.
“We did,” he admits, and I’m actually surprised he confessed. “You need to smell like us so everyone believes we're together. You’ll have to scent mark us as well.”
“Your clothes, you mean?”
“No, I mean us.”
Eyes wide, I turn to look at him. “That’s intimate.”
“So is kissing me while my family watches.” Nick lifts his left arm, resting it on the top of the dresser above my head, and leans into me. “You’re not comfortable around us,” he says bluntly. “We haven’t spent enough time alone together for you to be comfortable with affection in front of anyone else. Which is why you’re staying with us for the rest of the week. We only have until Wednesday night before Stella gets here, Plum.”
“So you think scent marking you is the solution?” I ask, swallowing thickly.
“It's a start. Personally, I think pinning you to the wall and making you scream my name would work a lot faster.” Nick shrugs, his words making my heart race. “But if you can’t even kiss me yet, there’s no way you can handle my knot.”
