Pulling my face back from the pillow, sucking in harsh air, but I’d rather breathe syrup.
Panting, moaning, I drop to my side, not giving a shit about whether I get cum on me. I’ll shower it off later. I already know I’m going to picture Luke under the hot stream of water as well.
I squeeze my eyes as my disappointment for Luke turns to myself.
I’ve said so many fucking times I don’t want an omega, but I can’t stop these feelings. I won’t do it. I can’t fall for him even though I’m lying in bed with warm cum in my hand.
Luke said he was going to sleep late, so I wouldn’t see him before I left, and there’s no way I’m storming into his room at 2 a.m. hot and sweaty to interrogate him about his designation.
Though the idea of seeing him asleep was—
I shake my head. No matter how warm and fuzzy the picture of Luke curling up in my bed and purring in my arms makes me, I won’t give in.
He’s taking advantage of me, and I can’t let him get away with it.
I’m going crazy again. The same kind of crazy that imprisoned me in a relationship with my ex-wife.
And putting slick in my food to make me do whatever he wanted was definitely something she would have done. I have to make Luke leave before it gets any worse. But I have these away games, so I can’t kick him out now. I need a proper reason to get rid of him that doesn’t involve my cock.
Is there a way I can lay some kind of trap to catch him out and get proof he’s after me?
I told him the cameras would be off when he was in the house, but he also told me to check them to see he wasn’t sneaking people in. If there’s any time I’m going to find out his true intentions, it’s when he’s alone, and he thinks no one’s watching.
Ollie
Luke is cackling his head off. As soon as I told him about scent matching with TimberandKane, he started hooting and hollering like he never had before.
“And you agreed to go on a date with them… with both of them?”
“No, God. That would be even more awkward. I don’t even want to go on this date with Kane. But I guess I can sacrifice my dignity and go undercover in a dress.” I flick my nonexistent hair dramatically. “Not that I’m down with the feminine vibe, I just trust you to make me a dress that’s going to knock him out. Though probably not with my tits…”
Noa gives me a shaky smile as she adjusts herself in her chair.
We both sit next to Luke’s hospital bed. They’ve released the ropes and pulleys so he doesn’t look like a marionette, but he’s still stuck there with his face bandaged, and trying to make the best of it.
They moved him to a ward, so we’ve got a curtain pulled around his bed to hide us from the rest of the patients.
Noa is an insanely pretty omega who moved in next door to Luke and me when we were still in college. She was shy at first, but Luke and I have a habit of adopting quiet people, and she’s definitely one of them.
Even though we overwhelmed her at first, she slowly grew used to us, and now we’re regulars at her cozy fashion store.
She mostly sells handmade blankets and shawls, but I go there for her awesome punk designs, and Luke is obsessed with her dresses. He has a bunch of different wigs that he wears when she needs him to model her new lines for her website. We occasionally help her out with the ridiculous embroidery skills we learned from our grandparents when we kept switching roles as well.
“I have a dress that would work. I would just need to make some adjustments beforehand,” Noa says.
I’m honestly so grateful Noa is offering because she knows my style, and she won’t drench me in the frills and lace Luke loves.
“That’s fine.” I wave my hand. “Kane and Timber aren’t back until the end of the week, so I can wallow in my misery before wedoll me up. Then I’ll go on a totally normal date with a freaking hockey player.”
Luke bursts out laughing again. But he chokes up, wincing as he almost doubles over, clutching his cracked ribs. I tense up at the sound of his pain, but I won’t let it show how much it affects me.
“Will you shut up? I’m only doing this because you’re the idiot who got hit by a van!”
Luke and I are good at pretending everything is okay and making jokes to cover up our problems. We usually believe everything will work out, but we’re cutting it pretty fine this time.
It’s better to avoid a big conversation when Noa’s here. When we arrived an hour earlier, he casually threw his magazine down on top of the letter by his bedside. But I saw it before he could hide it.
It’s an invoice for the cost of a week’s stay at the hospital, and that’s with our insurance.
