“Don’t call me a fucking baby when you’re bleating like that,” he growls as he shoves me away and rises from the bench. “I only like it when you actually mean it.”
I’m left breathless by how sudden it is, how fast it’s come and gone, and I’m left empty as he steps away from me.
He’s as hard as I am, and if we’d been anywhere else, I’d have dragged his cock straight to my mouth.
“Now I’ve told you all that, stop asking me to meet Ollie, and leave me the fuck alone.”
I groan as he walks off, taking his gorgeous-smelling lunchbox with him.
Apart from eating Ollie out, that was the sexiest thing ever. Touching him like that, feeling him go for me, I craved it even before I broke his nose.
I sit there in a daze, licking at my coffee-flavored buttery fingers. If Timber’s tongue feels that good on my hand, I need to know what it feels like on my cock. I won’t stop until I feel everything from him.
That was my fault. He actually shared something with me, and I went rogue instead of just telling him I loved him. I know better than anyone how stubborn Timber is. Though with Ollie’s situation, it feels like we’re going to run into a dead end.
My only hope is that the date goes well. Neither of them knows the other will be at the restaurant, unless they talk about it in whatever mysterious way they are connected. All I want is for Timber to see what I see in her.
If I can get him to fall in love with her before he finds out the truth, would it make the impact of Ollie’s potential secret easier to swallow, or worse?
Ollie
I’ve cooked all the food for the next two days, I’ve got my head sorted out re:wanting a fucking bite, and I’m ready to get back into it.
No more omega stuff, no more cutesy dreams about Timber and Kane spreading kisses over my face as they scent mark me until I’m a puddle of mush.
I’m going back to Ollie mode. Which means a full-on workout until my muscles are screaming, then a sneaky pizza while Timber is at practice, before taking myself shopping for new ripped jeans, a new band T-shirt, and venom green plugs which just happen to be the same color as Timber’s car.
And yeah, possibly I found amethyst nipple bars in a certain shade of purple that reminded me of another alpha, but that’s just a coincidence.
Now it’s Ollie Time.
Timber said practice was going to go on late because they screwed up a game. He looked kind of sheepish when he said it, but I didn’t want to pry. Based on everything I know about him, he’s probably had another fight with Kane. And since the idea of it gets me all hot and bothered, it’s officially going in the ‘someone else’s problem’ folder. I’m definitely not dealing with those emotions soon.
No horniness, no coziness, no daydreaming, or dreaming full stop. I’m all Ollie, all the time. Which means I picked up my PS5 from home, loaded up a copy of classic Street Fighter, and now I’m going at it full throttle.
One gallon of hot chocolate in a flagon, a bowl of salted peanuts, my ass perched on the edge of the couch as I shout at my character to do their thing while I mash the buttons like no one’s business.
I could have stayed at our apartment and played, but Timber has a cinema-sized TV that’s literally bigger than me, and I don’t want to waste the opportunity.
I got a good hour of non-stop fun before my heart plunges as the garage door rattles.
Because Timber said he wasn’t going to be home until at least seven. I thought I could waste three hours before I ran back to my room to avoid all those annoying feelings that are harassing me whenever he’s around.
Now I’m going to have to explain myself re:the snacks.
I swallow a hard breath as I hear his car door slam underneath the living room. I’m just going to benormalLuke. I’ll tease him a bit, maybe flirt, and then laugh at his pissed-off expression (because there’s no way he’s going to look at me any other way). Then pray he doesn’t do anything like touch me, even the smallest bit.
My omega side is trembling with excitement, and I tell it to sit the hell down as I shuffle back on the couch and cross my legs, the leather creaking under me. It makes it harder to bolt, but it’s way more casual. I hope.
As the door opens, my breath catches, just like it does every time I see him.
It doesn’t matter how tired he looks, he’s still sexy. And the familiar pulse in my body surges, making me wish he knew me as an omega so I could throw myself into his arms and welcome him home.
Which will never happen because I’m not doing any omega stuff. Period.
“Hey,” I say as I pretend to look up from the screen. “You okay?”
He nods numbly, but I don’t believe him.
