Harper
The tension drains out of my body at my mate’s confident assurance that everything is going to be okay. I might still have a pissed off violinist to contend with at the next practice session, but right at this moment that no longer matters.
Today’s practice is over, and we’re finally alone.
“You’re about to drive past the first place we could stop.”
Jay’s shoulders shake lightly, so I know he’s laughing that soft sexy laugh he gives off whenever I say or do something outrageous. “I’m not pulling into the layby across from SCPD, Harper. A cop would walk over within five minutes if we tried that.”
“Maybe they’re lazy cops.”
“I don’t think it would be smart to test that out,” Jay says, as we drive past the very small, very open layby area to the side of the road. “Some of the cops might know who you are. Getting caught together practically right outside the symphony hall would blow your cover.”
He makes it sound like I’m something cool like a spy, when in reality I’m covering up the fact that I’m weaker and less capable of looking after myself than most of the people I work with.
Sure, being an Omega has its perks, but it’s also not safe to walk around alone when you have a natural scent that works like an aphrodisiac on most other people.
My mates get more out of it, because we were fated, but strangers can be affected by it, too, and that’s not exactly fun.
“I hope you’re not suggesting we wait until we get home.”
It’s a long drive and considering how emotionally stormy it is at home right now, I’d much rather be sated before we walk into our apartment. Falcon needs my calm, not my lusty demands.
Those demands are best shared between Jay and Shayne while our lead Alpha is so distracted.
Shayne will get his chance to satisfy me later.
It’s Jay’s turn to keep this Omega happy.
He smiles at me in the rearview mirror.
“I think we should take a detour to our old make-out point in that closed down park.”
Immediately, my thoughts fill with memories of the stops we’ve made in that shady area.
It’s clearly where high school kids used to go to make-out.
We found it a couple of years back.
Jay broke the gate’s lock and put a new padlock on it so no one could steal our spot.
Well, I mean, someone could potentially break that lock, or whatever, I guess, but no one has.
The place has been abandoned, just like a few of the other spots we like to stop in, so we’re unlikely to be disturbed.
“How long has it been?” I ask, as I look out the window.
However long it’s been since we stopped there, it’s been even longer since we went into the centre of Silver City. It’s a lotquieter on the outskirts, where it feels closer to the rural towns that surround it.
“Six months, I think,” Jay admits. “I kind of forgot about it.”
“Then we’ll have to make some unforgettable memories this time.”
“I never forget what we do …”
“Then, you can remind me what we did the last time we were out here.”
He laughs. “Challenge accepted.”
