I knew my pecs had gotten bigger, but surely not so big that they’d made my shirt fit like this.
Grabbing some brown paper towels, I tried dabbing at my shirt, but it didn’t help anything. It almost made it worse. I needed to leave. There was no way I could stay like this.
Mind made up, I crossed my arms over my chest and walked out of the bathroom.
Link’s eyes found me almost instantly, and I made a beeline across the room to him.
“Hey,” I said quietly, trying not to let the client he was working with overhear me. “I need the keys. I need to go home.”
His nostrils flared, and he eyed me up and down. “Why do you need to go home? Our shift just started.”
There was no way in hell I was telling him that some mystery fluid was coming out of my damn nipples, so I shook my head. “Just not feeling well. Can I have the keys or not?”
He nodded. “In my locker.” I was about to walk away when he caught my arm in his grasp. “Do you need me to come with you?”
“No.”
I tried to pull away, but he held firm, not letting me go for a second. He inhaled deeply, and for a moment, I could have sworn I heard him groan under his breath before he released me.
“Don’t forget to come back and get me,” he grumbled, his voice gritty and raw.
I shook him off and darted toward the lockers to get the keys. I managed to keep my chest covered until I made it to the car, and when I sat down in the driver’s seat, I realized with horror that the staining on my shirt had gotten worse, the spots growing.
Fuck. What was happening to me?
Link
Elias parked the car, waiting for me. Thankfully, he hadn’t forgotten to pick me up, but he seemed to have forgotten about me in every other sense of the word. I’d sent him messages throughout the day, trying to figure out what was going on with him. He didn’t reply to any of them, which not only pissed me off but worried me too. If he was seriously sick, I wanted to know so I could help him.
The moment I opened the car door and went to swing my gym bag into the back, it hit me. His smell again, but ten times stronger than before. I paused, staring at him. “Are you wearing… perfume?”
His eyebrows came together just as his hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. “No? I don’t know what you mean.”
Shaking my head, I sat in the passenger seat, pulling the car door closed a bit harder than I meant to. “You smell different.”
“I smell different?”
“Yeah, bro, different. Really fucking different.”
He lifted his arm, sniffing his armpit. “I took a shower this morning. I shouldn’t stink.”
I had to roll the window down—give myself some fresh air before I lost it all right then and there. I had half a mind to sniff it out like a fucking hound, tasting the air to find the exact source, the specific scent gland that was driving me absolutely wild and driving the alpha in me fucking insane. “I never said you stink. I said you smell different. There’s a difference.”
A big difference. One didn’t make my cock hard.
“Oh.” Elias cleared his throat. “Sorry.”
The entire drive home was spent with me subtly trying to tilt my head toward the window, breathing in the fresh scent of the wind. None of it was strong enough.
I followed Elias into our apartment, rounding the corner into the living room, where I set my bag on the floor. “Hey,” I called out to him. “Are you feeling any better?”
He was just about to turn the corner to the kitchen when he stopped and faced me. “Uh, yeah?”
“Is that a question or an answer?”
“I mean, no. Not really, honestly.”
“Well, what’s wrong?” I started walking toward him. “Do you need some medicine? I can run back into town and get some for you.”
