The way Ollie’s slick winds around me, how Kane’s grin widens, how I feel myself giving in so quickly; it’s all how I acted with Luke.
I’ve been going crazy since Kane sucked me off, both because he’s hanging around me like he’s my mate and I don’t hate it, and because of how Luke reacted when I came home covered in Kane’s scent. It was even more proof that Kane is Luke’s match as well. So, where does it leave the four of us? The only reason I didn’t make a move on Luke after that was because he said he’s going to leave. Him quitting should make it easier to be with him because he's no longer my employee. From everything I saw in the recording of the kitchen, I know he feels the same way as me.
Here, in the tunnel, I pull away from them, because this isn’t what I want. Even when Kane reaches up and curls his fingers around my ear, giving me the same look he did when he wiped my cum from his lips, it doesn’t feel right with Ollie watching us.
I want it to be Luke.
But Kane’s touch is enough to make me bend for them. His smile turns wicked, and it feels as if he has the upper hand. Like I’m weak. Like I’m falling for it even though I want nothing more than to sink into them and let them take all my problems away.
I press my hand against his shoulder to stop him. It’s more to put distance between us than to push him away. If I let him get any closer, we’ll sandwich Ollie between us again, and desire is already sweeping through me at the thought of tasting her sugary lips.
“I didn’t follow you just so you could play games with me,” I growl.
I don’t know if I can even look at Ollie when she’s so close. It’s eerie how similar she looks to her brother. From everything I know about the pair, I could never picture either of them dressed up like a snowbird. It’s so sweet that I’m getting a toothache.
“Why don’t you take us home with you so we can play other kinds of games?” Kane purrs.
I clench my jaw because it’s too tempting, especially when Kane lifts Ollie’s hand and presses it against the fading hickey Kane gave me before he sucked me off.
Her breath stutters as her finger traces my veins, and she feels how my heart races for her.
Warmth hums through me as my alpha side recognizes my omega, and I want to hold her so fucking badly it hurts.
Should I try to make her mine again? The maple syrup slick that smells exactly like her brother’s is hitting me hard, and I don’t think I can stop.
I finally meet her gaze, and the resolve I have to stay true to my feelings for Luke shatters.
My knees bend, and I lower down to her. I don’t even realize I’m now leaning on Kane for support as I meet her face-to-face.
It’s just like she said the last time we met: I don’t know her; this is just a biological response. But it still feels so real.
Am I really reacting to her? Or is it because she looks like Luke dressed up in a puffer vest and a pom-pom hat?
“I was looking forward to spending more time with you,” Kane says. The lust in his voice is almost irresistible, and I’m hoarse as I ease back to reply.
“It was a bad idea last time, and it’s bad now.”
“Didn’t you enjoy it last time?” Ollie asks, her bright look dimming, and my eyes widening. I spoke without thinking, and I don’t want to hurt her.
“No, I wasn’t saying that. I just meant… well, because…” I can’t find a good way to say that I’m pretty sure I’m in love with her brother. I don’t want to mess things up with Luke by kissing her again, despite how part of today was supposed to be about seeing if the four of us could be a pack.
“I just mean I’d prefer to spend more time with you before sticking my cock in you.”
The second I say the words, my heart drops a thousand yards. Her mouth parts, Kane chuckles, and I groan out loud because I’m so fucking stupid.
Especially when the scent of her slick grows stronger as she pulls in a breath.
“I’m sorry, I…” I trail off because what the fuck am I supposed to say after that?
“Come on, baby. If you’re that blunt about it, you’ll take away the romance.” Kane laughs as he pats my shoulder.
“What do you mean?” I ask, too stunned at myself to form any proper thoughts. I should have told him to stop calling me baby when he sucked me off, even though my cock twitches each time he says it.
“You could seduce me instead of telling me exactly where you want to thrust your cock,” she says, one styled eyebrow arched as Kane pulls her hand from my neck to kiss it.
Hearing her say ‘cock’ sets me off immediately. The warning signs are all there, and the fact that Ollie’s scent is growing hornier just means it’ll be easier for me to lose control.
I won’t let myself go crazy. I want to know that it’s completely my decision the next time I kiss someone.
