Chapter 5 Forrest
Forrest
I consider staying in her room until she wakes up, but something about that feels a little too intimate, too fast. I mean, fuck, I slept in her bed, night one of the goddamn cruise.
Her dark hair is splayed over her pillows, and she makes small whimpering noises when she sleeps. It has me wondering if her stomach hurts still.
She likes my scent. She said it was comforting.
It felt nice carrying her in my arms and taking care of her. I may only know her first name and her room number. But I also know that she smells like cinnamon apple cake and that she’s probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
When her bright blue eyes met mine for the first time, it was like I was locked in her orbit. When she scented me, it took everything in me to not walk around the ship with a hard-on.
But tonight was about doing the right thing, and fuck if it didn’t come naturally. Wells was right. I should have known he was. I do need an Omega. Every instinct in me felt alive when she let me take care of her.
I glance down at her sleeping form one more time, inhaling deeply as I greedily take one last deep breath of her scent. I’m quiet as I can be as I slip out of her bed and then out of her suite.
The guard swipes my wristband, showing that I left the floor as I go down a few floors to mine and Wells’ suite.
He’s passed out, his sleeping mask on his face as he breathes with his mouth open. His dirty blonde hair is a mess around his face. I take my clothes off, trying to not disturb him. But the moment I climb into my side of the bed, he jolts up.
Wells lifts his sleep mask up and blinks at me.
“Am I dreaming?” he questions.
“No,” I grumble, sliding under the covers.
His mouth is open like a gaping fish as he stares at me, and he leans down, taking a deep inhale of my skin.
He doesn’t say anything for a long time, before he clicks the small lamp on his bed. He stares at me some more and I try to get comfortable in the bed.
“You were with an Omega tonight?” he says, nearly bouncing on the bed. “What the fuck? How? What time is it?” He grabs his phone and when he looks at the time, he gasps. “Tell me everything. Who are they, what happened? They smell good.”
“That’s a lot of questions,” I grumble and he shoves my shoulder and crawls onto my lap.
I groan as he pokes at the center of my chest. I grab his hips and sigh.
“Her name is Claire. She was feeling seasick, and I took care of her. Took her to the doctor’s and then back to her room. She said my scent was comforting, and I stayed.”
“Holy shit, is that why you’re hard right now, because she said you were comforting?” he says and I huff out a breath.
“You’re sitting on my lap.”
“That too. But holy shit. I thought it was going to take you weeks to open up to this experience and I leave you alone for one night and you find someone,” he says excitedly. “What does she look like?”
“It was one night. I don’t want you to get your hopes up. I was just there when she needed help.”
His fingers glide along my chest as he slides down my body, his hard length pressing against mine.
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” he asks as his hand moves south, and he grips both of us, pushing both of our cocks together, slowly jerking us off.
“She is,” I say, tangling my fingers in his hair and bringing his mouth to mine.
“What does she look like?” he asks, his mouth still next to mine, his hand working both of us.
“Long dark hair, baby blue eyes, smooth, soft skin.”
“Did she look expensive, Forrest, like she needs an Alpha to take care of her?”
“Fuck,” I groan out as I add my hand into the mix, the other still tightly gripped in his hair.
We’re frantic, both of us wanting to come and go to sleep.
“She needed you so bad, didn’t she? Just as bad as I need you to make me come. You’re always so fucking good to me. We’ll be so good to her.”
It’s the strangest dirty talk we’ve ever had, but damn if it doesn’t work as my knot swells and my balls tighten, and I can’t hold back as release spurts against my chest.
I shift my hand to just stroking Wells, and he doesn’t last much longer, covering me in his cum.
He leans down, placing a soft kiss against my lips, before going to the bathroom, where he grabs a washcloth. He cleans himself off first, before tossing it at me.
Wells sighs wistfully.
“We have to find her tomorrow,” he says dreamily, turning off the side lamp.
“I said I didn’t want you to get your hopes up.”
“Goodnight, Forrest. Love you,” he says simply, ignoring my warnings. Instead, he puts his face mask back on, and turns in the other direction.
“Love you too,” I reply, staring at the ceiling, wondering if maybe I’ve gotten my hopes up too.
“Maybe she’ll be by the pool,” Wells suggests as he eats his omelet at the buffet.
There are noticeably very few Omegas eating here and I wonder if this social experiment is going to work or maybe they just need more time to get comfortable in the public spaces. I mean, hell, even I’m not comfortable being on this ship, and I’m not an Omega.
Yet, the promise of seeing Claire again did have me willing and eager to leave our cabin this morning. I told Wells not to get his hopes up, but it seems like I should have given myself the same memo.
“Maybe,” I reply easily and Wells sighs. “She might not be feeling well.”
“Or maybe she’ll be out and about searching for the hot, hulking Alpha who made her feel better.” I huff, and Wells gives me a wide grin. “Even if she isn’t the one, can you at least admit that this was a good idea for us?”
“Maybe.”
Wells glances over my shoulder and grimaces. I go to turn around and he gives me a look like I’m completely blowing his cover.
“Don’t be so obvious about it. She was a Beta at the mixer and her Alpha ditched her the first day to go prowling for Omegas, doesn’t seem like she totally wants to be here. Her Alpha looks like a total douche too. He’s wearing Pit Vipers.”
“What are those?”
“He has multiple chains on, mixing gold and silver.” My Beta shakes his head and I furrow my brow.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Everything. Everything is wrong with it. The man screams giant prick. There’s no way he’ll find an Omega on board and this poor girl is just trapped here. I told her she should get off the boat when we dock in Miami.”
“You’re not going to be putting your nose in everyone’s business while we’re here, are you?” I say, and he arches a brow at me. “Nevermind, forget I asked.”
“Nothing has been this exciting since the Olympic Village. It’s like a dating show combined with a soap opera, honestly I’m going to be living my best life.”
“You done?” I ask him, pointing to his breakfast, and he nods. I grab the last few pieces of bacon and grapefruit on his plate.
We leave the buffet, and as soon as the glass doors slide open, we’re hit with a humid breeze as we make our way to the main pool.
There’s a section for Omegas only at the bow, but the middle of the ship is an outdoor space open to everyone.
There’s a large pool at the center, four hot tubs around the corner, and two bars at each end.
Most of the lounge chairs are taken, a lot of them just covered with towels that no one is using, which pisses me off more than it should.
We have to just put our stuff on the deck before applying sunscreen and getting in the water. I scope out the whole area, hoping to get a glimpse of raven hair and a hint of her warm, sweet scent.
We both have our arms crossed over the edge of the pool. Wells is being far too friendly to other strangers, none of them are the Omega I want to see, so they’re irrelevant.
Like my thoughts brought her to life, I see her walking toward the pool deck.
Last night she had a simple pajama set on blue shorts and a button up silk top.
But today?
Holy fucking shit.
I think every single head turns collectively to watch her approach the lounge chairs.
She has on a sleek one-piece black bathing suit, with a sheer section in the middle with some sort of kimono thing hanging over her shoulders and black wide-legged pants that swish when she walks.
She carries a massive bag thing on her arm and has wide black sunglasses covering her face.
Claire’s beautiful, long black hair trails behind her as she looks around for a place to sit.
Some asshole next to me exits the pool like a slick fucking seal, soaking wet as he grabs a towel off of a chair.
“You can sit here if you’d like,” he says.
She gives him a beaming smile, her teeth straight and white as she thanks him and lies down on the lounge chair. The Alpha looks happy as a pig in shit as he sits next to her. Claire doesn’t fully engage in conversation, but isn’t rude either.
I nudge Wells with my elbow.
“That’s her,” I whisper.
He looks over at Claire, and then back at me, and then back at Claire.
“The Omega over there? The one using a Birkin as a pool bag?” he questions. “The one that literally every Alpha within viewing distance is staring at? That’s the Omega you spent all night cuddling?”
“Keep your voice down,” I say, and Wells just blinks at me before staring at Claire some more.
“Fuck, I mean I knew you had champagne taste, but this is going to be harder than I thought.”
I groan and dunk my head under the water, cooling myself off.
It’s not like I was planning to find an Omega on night one.
She was gorgeous even when she was puking off the side of the ship, but seeing her now?
How confident she is? It’s a total one-eighty from the Omega who meekly held on to me last night.
Another Alpha comes to sit on the other side of her, both of them eagerly chatting her up, and it irrationally pisses me off.
I’m about to push myself up off the edge of the pool and I don’t know, stare at them both menacingly until they leave, when Wells grabs my arm.
“We gotta play this smart,” he says.
“How so?” I ask, not seeing why storming over there and marking her up with my scent isn’t the best option. “Wells, are you intimidated by her?” I ask, shocked.
“I didn’t know the Omega you saved would be a goddess among men.”
I can’t even deny the claim. It’s not that I thought she was out of our league.
Wells and I are both attractive men, and extremely successful in our career fields.
But we aren’t high society men by any means.
We live in a small town, and I don’t know what Wells meant when he said she had a Birkin, but I wonder if I should know what that means.
We’re down to earth, not saying that Claire isn’t either, but maybe we aren’t what she’s looking for in a pack. A woman like that would want luxury, which I could give, in an opulent wilderness sort of way.
Fuck, I’m probably way out of my depths with this Omega.
A shadow casts over my face as I’m looking at Wells.
Imagine my surprise as the Omega I’m having an internal crisis over stands before me, pushing her sunglasses up over her head, and smiles down at me.
Suddenly, all the bullshit is swept away as I look up at her charming face.