Chapter 6 Ollie
Ollie
Timber is at the rink for the whole day, which means I can take my time getting to know his kitchen before making a shopping list. Luke and I made a rough plan of what kind of meals I’m going to create.
I thought it would be bad, but I didn’t think the only thing he had in his cupboards were boxes and boxes of protein bars.
The man is a train wreck. I was so confident talking about all the amazing things I’m going to cook for him. But if his vibe is bars and milk, it’s going to take a lot more sleuthing to get to the bottom of what Timber is willing to put in his body.
Before he left, he threw me his car keys and told me to drive it instead of my little baby. I love my car; it’s nice and small and compact, and doesn’t take up any space on the road.
Timber’s car, on the other hand, is a venom-green demon machine that looks like it’s been made to mow down old grannies on the street. Even touching the pedal has the engine roaring, though it’s a rush speeding down the highway in it.
I need a kick, and rolling up to the stop lights with my elbow resting on the open window and winking at pretty omegas does it. Plus, I didn’t sleep last night.
My nesting instincts aren’t meant to unleash themselves until a week before my heat, but oh boy.
Soaking in coffee triggers them big time, and I spent all night arranging the room so everything is perfect.
Which is a terrible idea, considering I don’t know if I’m going to stay there, but I can’t help myself.
I have a huge beanbag bed I dragged inside when Timber went for a run last night. It’s three times the size of me, pitch black, and the cover is all cozy and furry and soft. It’s the main thing I own that screams ‘omega’.
It was rough having to break up my nest and choose what to take and what to leave in the apartment Luke and I share on the other side of the city. It will take time to adjust, but the beanbag bed is the most important thing.
When I finally got to sleep, it was 5 a.m., and an hour later, the loudest alarm I’ve ever heard was tearing through the house.
I thought someone had broken in, and the security system Timber is so proud of had kicked into action.
But no, it’s his alarm clock. Because apparently, Timber is the heaviest sleeper in the world.
There’s so much I need to learn about his lifestyle, so we can craft his health plan.
Normal thoughts. Professional thoughts. And not keep replaying the sight of him padding around the house this morning, half-naked and half-asleep.
His ripped body with a tiny towel around his hips so he can shower in the giant bathroom wedged between our rooms is the best thing I’ve seen in years.
Yeah, it’s going to be a fun four months. Especially when his car has traces of an orchid-scented omega and my dumb ass is getting worked up. Not only am I now permanently horny, I’m all jealous and getting possessive over Timber despite the fact we’ve barely talked to each other.
“You’ve known him for five days,” I mutter to myself as I pull into the hospital parking lot. I have to stop, but I don’t know how because my body is all ramped up and ready to go if Timber just says the word.
I’m here to see my brother to run over the meal plan and possibly to complain about the situation. I hope being in a hospital filled with sterile scents will help me chill out for a while before I go food shopping.
They have scent-blocking de-misters that spray in every room. I don’t need to pretend I’m a beta here, so I laid off the scent suppressants and covered myself in scent-blocking cream instead.
Taking suppressants for too long has bad effects on the body, and I was already planning to go hard on heat suppressants starting next week to try and stop it early. It’s better not to make myself sick too soon.
That was before I scent-matched with a walking ball of rage and muscle. Now I’m planning to meet my dealer to stock up because there is no way I’m going to get through living with Timber without them.
More people stare as I hop the whole twenty feet from the lime green driver’s seat to the ground, roll my shoulders back, and tell myself I can finally relax.
I parked as far away from the hospital as possible to be discreet, even though I spent most of the drive messing around on the road.
That is, until I reach the waiting room. I’m about halfway to the reception desk when I smell it.
It’s subtle at first. I’m so amped up on coffee, it doesn’t really click for me until the scent wraps itself around my body.
I lift my head, my gaze panning the room as I search for the owner. It’s a soft, soothing lavender that’s calling me closer. I need it. I have to find it in the crowd of people weaving in and out of each other.
It’s so good, fresh, and so gentle that I keep drawing in deep breaths without realizing it.
The whole room is white with maroon seats filled with people of various ages and designations. The alpha could be anywhere.
But lavender is swirling through my body, and it’s the same feeling I had when I met Timber. A sudden need flares up inside me, and every heavy step I take toward the scent leaves me wanting.
Need burns through me so fiercely that I wrap my arms around myself, but I can’t stop it. I dig my nails into my upper arms as the scent grows stronger, bending over and whimpering as pressure builds.
“No,” I whisper. “Don’t you dare.”
But it’s too much.
The lavender grows thicker, and I try to look up and see who it is, but I cry out as the feeling suddenly explodes through me.
Sweet maple syrup perfume bursts from me, and gasps echo around me as I fall to my knees. I stay bent over, hiding my face, gritting my teeth from embarrassment. Because I just have to go and perfume in public.
I’m trembling, choking. I need to move, but desire keeps pounding through me until slick runs from my pussy. Thank God I’m wearing black jeans, because I can’t hold it in as I press my thighs together.
I’m already planning a vendetta against my suppressant dealer, because this isn’t supposed to happen.
The lavender is growing stronger. I’m being thrown into a soothing field of flowers where I can lie down and let go of all my worries. Every breath I draw is bliss, but I can’t let myself get wrapped up in it.
I have to get to the car. I’ll go back to our apartment and take care of it myself so no one will be any the wiser.
If Timber finds out I’m an omega already, that’s our business done for.
I need help. I need to get the hell out of here. But the scent is so intense that I can’t stand up.
A pair of white leather shoes suddenly appears in my vision, and I squeeze my eyes closed.
“Now what’s an omega like you doing perfuming in a place like this?” someone says as he crouches down. I moan as lavender washes over me, filling my senses and blowing my mind. It’s so strong that his taste rolls over my tongue.
His voice curls through me like a gentle breeze, and I groan as I look up. I know he’s there. I don’t have to meet his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and wicked smile to know he’s my alpha.