“If you’re not sleeping well, I hear a blow job and cuddles from your alphas are a great solution,” I tell him before walking back into the noise of the party.
I’m not a patient person, but I have to admit that his intake of breath was very satisfying. I’ve made my point tonight.
I won’t be denied for much longer, and Beckham isn’t a liar. If he says he’ll be at school, then he will be. As far as hiding, that may take a little more work.
That’s okay. It’ll be worth it.
CHAPTER 9
JAMIE
These hoity-toity parties never fail me when it comes to entertainment. Since I’ve been here, I’ve overheard a guy talking with his buddies about how he’s fucking his boss’ wife, some woman who thinks it’s the end of the world that her lip injections didn’t make her already fat lips fatter, and I walked in on a guy fucking someone who I’m almost postive is his wife’s little brother.
Fun times.
Did I get evidence of all of that? Yes, yes I did. You never know when you need a good old blackmailing threat to get what you want.
Not that I think I’d need anything from those fuckers, but just in case.
Now, I’m done fucking around. I’ve done my best to be a good boy and keep my distance from my omega, but I’m done. My control has snapped because every where I turn I can smell hints of his honey and vanilla scent and it’s driving me fucking crazy.
Grinning, I watch as Beckham steps back into the main part of the party from the balcony. A moment later, Tatum follows.
Huh. I wonder what my prickly alpha was doing with our skittish omega.
I’m gonna find out.
Snatching a champagne flute from the tray of a passing waiter, I toss the whole thing back in one mouthful and place it back on the tray. “Thanks.” I give her a wink before swaggering my way across the room, ignoring the looks cast my way.
It's not my fault I’m so damn sexy. Okay, it might be the fact that my suit jacket is long gone and my dress shirt is wide open revealing all my glorious tattoos.
What? It’s fucking hot in here. Would it kill Eddy to get a bit of AC up in this joint? Maybe open a window or something.
As I get closer to my omega, my grin grows. He’s over by the food table, a place I’ve seen him at quite a bit tonight. “Nervous eater, huh?” I quip as I slide up next to him.
He pauses, a cupcake to his mouth and scowls over at me. Fuck, he’s so damn hot my cock twitches.
“For fuck’s sake,” he says before sighing heavily, placing the cupcake back on the napkin. “I should have known you’d be next. The other two already got to me.”
“Don’t sound too thrilled to see me.” I chuckle, crossing my arms and leaning against the table. “Do you really think I’d have gone the whole night not seeing my omega?” I tsk. “What kind of alpha would I be?”
“I’m not your omega,” he grumbles.
I snort out a laugh. “I think the bond inducing reaction any time we smell one another would argue otherwise.”
“What do you want, Jamie?” he asks, sounding tired. I cock my head to the side and really take him in. He looks edible, as always. But now there’s this melancholic aura to him.
Tatum said Beckham was staying in a motel. I’m going to guess that during the week away he didn’t get much sleep.
Was the fact he’s scent matched to us something that's really been taking a toll on him?
All the playfulness evaporates as I take a step closer to him. “Why are you fighting this? Why did you run away like being scent matched to us was the worst outcome?”
He licks his lips, eyes darting back and forth between mine before he looks around. He grunts, grabbing my arm and yanking me out of the room.
I let him lead me down a hall until he’s pulling me through a door, into another room. He pushes me up against the door and I gasp, eyes wide and a firm grin on my face.
“Damn, Omega. I like it rough. That's hot.”
