I whine again, then want to crawl under the bench and hide in embarrassment.
“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”
“Are you alright with us coming back to your place, Archer?” Beau asks gently. “If you’d be more comfortable going with only Ruby, I don’t need to come.” When I can’t hide my frown, he shakes his head. “I want to help. My alpha is all but screaming at me to help, but I refuse to do anything that will make this worse or more uncomfortable for you.”
“You don’t make me uncomfortable.” The opposite should be abundantly clear from the erection tenting my slacks and my perfume filling the air, but his caution reassures me I’m not being reckless letting a strange alpha into my home.
He smiles weakly. “Are you sure?”
“You’re coming.” Ruby’s tone is sharp. Final. “What’s your address?”
I give her the location, and she releases my hand to take out her phone, tapping on the screen to call a rideshare. I’m about towhine about the loss of her grounding touch when Beau’s palm rests on my knee, which I didn’t realize I was bouncing.
I look up into his eyes. God, they’re so pretty. This alpha is a study in contrasts, and my omega is eager to map each melding of soft and hard that he holds.
“I know this is so weird,” he murmurs. “I didn’t expect anything to come of tonight, let alone meeting two scent matches.”
“So Ruby is your scent match? But you’re on a blind date?”
He nods. “We found each other through a scent-matching service.”
“Oh, right.” That means that they both have enough money to afford that kind of service. Suddenly, bringing them back to my apartment for any amount of time sounds much less appealing.
I’ll have to deal with it and hope they don’t think I’m pathetic.
The rideshare pulls up, and Beau opens the door for us as Ruby helps me in. They sit on either side of me, pressed much closer than we were on the bench. I try my best to stay relaxed, but Ruby’s breast is against my arm and both their thighs press into mine, and fuck, they smell so good even with most of their scents covered with neutralizer. Slick leaks from my hole and cock so much that I’m worried about it soaking through my pants and into the upholstery of the car seat.
The ride is short, blessedly avoiding any mortifying puddles, but by the time we’re pulling up in front of my building, I’m squirming and panting, desperate to get into my nest and take off all my clothes and feel their bodies on mine again.
Not that they’ll do that. I’m sure once they know I’m alright, they’ll leave.
I fumble with the keys to the shop, and Ruby steps closer, resting a hand on my back. “Need help? I know when I’m at the start of my heat I get pretty clumsy.”
I nod, cheeks burning as she presses closer, her breasts against my back as she places her hand atop mine and stabilizes it, rather than taking the key from my hand. It’s sensual and comforting, and I hate when she steps back to make room for me to open the door.
“Do you own this place?” Beau asks as we step inside and he peers around the shop.
I fidget with the sleeve of my jacket. “I lease the space, but yeah, it’s my store.”
“Oh wow, this is so cool!” Ruby looks like she’s having a hard time not touching things as she looks around. “Don’t tell me you make these,” she says, gesturing to a row of candles.
“Uh, yeah. I do.”
“That’s awesome.” Beau’s impressed reaction is unexpected. Sweet. It reminds me that I know nothing about him or Ruby other than that they’re my scent matches, they’re very attractive, and they’re willing to help someone out when they’re in need.
“Thanks. My place is, uh, upstairs.” I lead them to the back and up the staircase to my apartment, heart racing as I open the door and bring them into my tiny living area.
I’ve never minded having a small place. It’s worth it to live right above the shop. But right now, seeing my wardrobe and desk crammed next to my couch, which is only a few feet from my small dining table and kitchen, it feels claustrophobic.
“Sorry it’s so small,” I say, grimacing as I notice a pair of socks I left lying in the middle of the carpet in front of the TV. “I prioritized having space for my nest, so I put everything else out here.” At my own mention of my nest, I flush.
Ruby doesn’t seem to notice, her eyes going right to the poster of a pink-skinned Elven woman clad in battle armor that I have framed above my PC. “You play Runefire?”
I run a hand through my hair, wishing I hadn’t been so unabashedly geeky in my decor choices. “Uh, yeah.”
Ruby’s eyes light up and she grins. “That’s so cool! I’ve been playing for years. I’m a little obsessed, actually.”
“Really?” My stomach does an excited little flip at the shared interest. Now I know one thing about her, and it’s that she’s a gaming nerd too.
