Guilt and horniness are the main things I feel around Timber, and they’re both in full swing as I tip my head to look up at him.
“I’m here now,” I say softly. He’s right, though. A normal person would probably stay in touch after dry-humping in public, but I forgot because I spend every day with him anyway. We didn’t exactly exchange numbers, either.
“And Luke couldn’t make it?” he asks.
I shake my head. “He’s busy today. He said he had work to do since you’re having dinner later.”
I thought he would sigh or look disappointed or annoyed, but he just nods.
“I would have liked him to see me play,” he says, and my heart aches. It's just instinct at this point.
Kane takes my hand like he already knows I’m cracking.
It would be way easier if I were just full-on horny like the last time we met. Back then, it was fun to play dress-up and disguise myself.
I can’t stop ogling him like one of the starry-eyed moms from the market. My body is already drifting toward him, and I want to take his hand and show him I really care.
Or Ollie does. The person he thinks is Ollie, whom he kissed so passionately last time we met.
I squeeze my thighs as my shitty suppressants do the thing they do best, failing to stop my slick.
Normally, I can go at least five minutes without slicking, but he’s even more impressive now that I’ve seen him play.
Should I just go for it now?
Kane snuggles in close, biting my ear before pushing my hair away with his nose to lay kisses on my neck. I feel him nipping and sucking on me, and I swat at him. If he leaves any marks, I’m going to have to wear another scarf to cover them. Noa worked her magic to hide my piercing holes, as well, but that’s not where Kane’s going as he presses his chest to my back.
His thumb knocks against the amethyst pendant on my chest. He gave it to me at the restaurant the last time we met, and Noa said that wearing it would make Kane happy.
From the way he’s practically wiggling against my ass as he strokes it, it’s doing more than that.
“Are they still in?” Kane whispers as he presses against my sweater to run his fingers down my breastbone. “Please tell me you’ve still got them in.” His hand skims lower, and I know he wants to sweep over my nipples to find the bars I put in before the game.
I shrug as I fold my arms, pushing his hand away.
“You would have found out if you hadn’t misbehaved,” I say, one brow raised.
He groans as he wraps his arms around me, pulling my shoulder to his chest, rubbing against me.
“I’m sorry,” he whines, putting on the dramatics. “I’m sorry, Ollie!” he cries out, his voice bouncing around the tunnel.
“Okay, fine,” I chuckle, pushing at his face to get him off me. “Yes, they are still there. But they aren’t for you.”
Kane pouts, but I’m not falling for it. I’m sure he’s only acting out because Timber is watching us.
He purrs away, staring at Timber as he caresses me. I’m supposed to be angry, but it feels like a million years since one of my alphas has held me.
“I thought we could go out for drinks,” Kane says. “I’d say dinner, but Timber’s being mean and won’t invite me.”
His taunt works, and Timber steps closer.
My heart is instantly in my throat as he leans down. His face is so close that his warm breath sweeps over my cheek, and his scent curls through my nose.
“Instead of whispering between yourselves, maybe you should do something to get invited,” Timber growls, and the shudder that goes through me and Kane has me slicking instantly.
Timber
Ididn’t mean to sound like that. I wasn’t asking for anything. But Ollie and Kane spark up, and the heat that burns off both of them tells me exactly where their minds have gone.
