“Is that your way of finding out where Timber lives?” I ask with a raised brow.
“Oh damn. You caught me pretty quick there, didn’t you?”
“You’re not exactly being subtle about it.”
“Well, I meant it when I said I want to watch you cook. Or distract you by rubbing my cock against your ass. Especially if you’re only wearing an apron,” he growls, and he catches my laugh as he pulls me into a soft kiss.
“Timber’s out with his personal trainer for half the day, but that doesn’t mean I can just invite you over.”
He pouts, and I tap his nose with mine. “And don’t go making that face either.”
“At least let me kiss you again. I want some sweetness for the journey home.”
I roll my eyes as I give in. I need his lavender as well, but it’s to keep me stable as I drive back and figure out the best way to tell Timber I’m leaving for good.
Ollie
I’ve been stroking myself furiously all night, and sleep is just a dream. I’m so strung up and haywire that I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do.
I shouldn’t have come back to Timber’s house after being with Kane. Everything felt so open with him that it’s torn the door offthe box I’ve been stuffing my feelings for Timber in, and now I can’t get it closed.
I’ve jerked off when I’m sad before, so I know the vibe, but this has gone too far.
When I come, I’m not crying out for Timber or Kane. I’m crying for it to stop.
I don’t want to hurt Timber anymore. I need to get out of here so I don’t have to hear the same betrayal in his voice that poured through when he drunkenly told me he knows I’m an omega… and that he likes me. Sort of.
Now I’m back in the kitchen at my usual morning slot in front of the stove.
I scratch my chest before stirring the steaming pot again. It stings so much it’s like I have heartburn, but I ignore it as I focus on breakfast. Even though there are still twenty minutes until Timber’s chaotic alarm is set to blow, I nervously fiddle with the scarf around my neck. Along with that, I’m wearing a high turtleneck top to hide the hickey on my shoulder that Kane gave me after he came, and I just hope that Timber doesn’t see it.
I want that man in my nest, and I’m close to dragging Timber in there as well. Then I can have two thick chests to lie on and play with.
Even if Timber is my scent match, I can’t keep on doing this. It’s better for everyone if I jump ship.
It’s not like I’m going to go to Marilyn and be like, “Oh, hey, yeah, so I’m quitting the Scorpion’s job because I actually scent matched with two of your players. What’s that? Hm, well, pretending to be a guy was the side gig to perving on Timber. I mean, considering that I was super good and didn’t fuck him the whole time I was there, do you think you could give us a reference so we can work for other teams? ‘Kay, thanks, byeeeee.”
Oh yeah, class act right there. We’ll totally get away with that.
Though Kane won’t let me run from him, which kind of shivers me timbers as well.
There’s a clunk behind me, and I jump, spinning to find Timber staring straight at me. He’s all bleary-eyed and cute in the morning and isn’t one hundred percent with the living yet.
He blinks slowly as he pads forward. “Oatmeal?” he asks numbly, looking at the pot over my shoulder.
I stiffen as he molds his body against me, and my hand tightens around the handle of the spoon.
I have to move. Ineedto move. But he plops his wide chin on my shoulder, rustling my scarf. My eyes roll as his hands sweep over my waist to dent my stomach. He splays his fingers, groaning as he bends, his chest against my shoulder. It’s a triple whammy that I can’t resist.
I don’t even think as I lean back into him, brushing my cheek against his slight stubble, pleasure blooming through me. I’m going to purr like his car engine if he touches me anymore.
It’s terrible, but he doesn’t seem to remember anything until after he’s had a shower, no matter how lucid he acts. He’s only wearing a dressing gown, and, tragically, the combo of that and my jeans is thick enough to separate us.
Timber nuzzles me, pressing his nose into my cheek, and I’m sure I feel his lips on my jaw. The smallest moan echoes from me as he rubs in his scent.
I don’t care that he’s half-asleep, my alpha is scent marking me, and it’s driving me wild.
“Can you make it like before?” he murmurs, his breath caressing my cheek. “You know… with the maple syrup?”
