I can’t lie to him, but I don’t want to admit the truth yet. Not until I know what’s happening with the four of us.
“I already told you, you didn’t ruin me,” I groan. “This has ruined me more than what you did before.”
Another flash of darkness speeds across Kane's face, even more vivid than when he first arrived, but it’s gone before I really see it.
He pushes his hand to the floor between us and buckles up his pants.
“Do you want me to stay and help you up? I’m great at aftercare,” he says with a wink.
I shake my head, bringing my knees up to plant my feet on the ground.
“I need some time to think,” I say gruffly.
“Sure, of course,” he says cheerily, like sucking me off wasn’t a big deal. “I’ll text Ollie about coming to a game. Will you invite Luke?”
I nod as I prop my elbows on my knees. Now that the pleasure is fading, I want to process everything that’s just happened.
“Call me when you need me, okay?”
My head is already between my thighs as his footsteps fade like he’s escaping rather than giving me space. Does he not care about what we just did?
My body buzzes, sparks dancing through my veins as I stare at the dish towel covering my cock.
A month ago, I would have beaten myself to the ends of the earth and back for making such a huge mistake. Now, an open calm hums through me, like his lavender was all I needed to ease my heart and make my decision.
I’ve known what I wanted ever since I found out Luke was an omega, and I can’t hide my slowly growing feelings for Kane that I’ve had to subdue over the years, either.
I still want to go to Luke now as much as I did before Kane found me, but I also want to see how he’ll react to Kane’s scent all over me.
I don’t know what will happen if I meet Ollie again. And how will I explain to Luke that I kissed his sister? Or does he already know?
If I see them together, I can sort out how I really feel. I can find out what all four of us want, and maybe I can actually consider joining a pack.
Ollie
I’m at a desk in the large office on the second floor when there’s a knock at the door. Timber came back at least half an hour ago, and I’ve been trying to concentrate on polishing up the meal plans Luke and I made instead of the sound of him clattering around.
The office is conveniently located on the other side of the house. Or it should be convenient. Instead, I’ve been listening even harder for where Timber could be.
I need to focus on the list in front of me, but my heart is a one-person marching band, and all I’ve got are drums.
Because the bag is gone. The freaking slick-stained oatmeal bag that I threw away this morning vanished into thin air. I tore through the trash searching for it for a solid hour. I always make pancakes with the leftover oats, and there was nothing even vaguely oaty in the kitchen.
There’s no other explanation. Yeah, I was rushing when I threw it away, but I checked behind the mega-fridge, and I scoured the kitchen. I was like Scooby Doo on the hunt for my own freaking slick.
I just have to organize these meal plans for whoever will cook for Timber when I’m gone (leaving out the secret ingredient, of course). Then I’ll talk to Timber about quitting and get the hell out of here before I’m revealed to be the slicky mastermind who was under his nose all along.
I’ve got all the fun of going insane with nerves because Timber might have had more than my cooking for his lunch, with none of the actual pleasure of him tasting me. I’m dying inside because the way he held me this morning was so good that I can’t tell if the pains in my stomach are preheat or stress-induced gas.
The heavy thuds of Timber’s feet as he comes up the stairs make me freak out even more, especially when he just stands outside the door. I’m not ready for this. Maybe if I stay quiet, he’ll go away.
I jump as he knocks after too long, and it echoes in the room.
“Come in,” I call out, twisting in the chair to face the door.
As soon as it swings open, I gasp, slamming my hand against my mouth. The color drains from my face as his scent flows into the room.
I jolt in my chair, but I can’t stop it. I perfume instantly, and it blends with the rich coffee and lavender that pour from Timber in waves.
