Chapter 18 - Ollie
Ollie
Kane texted me the location and asked me to wait there. I told him I wanted to stay out of the spotlight, so the tunnel area, where all the other players’ families are meeting their alphas, is obviously the best bet.
I’m getting even more curious looks as I lean against the wall. My head dips, and I pretend to scroll on my phone as I wait for my alphas to hurry the hell up.
Part of me hopes Kane will text me and tell me they can’t make it for some magical reason, despite the locker rooms literally being on the other side of the double doors. However, it’s mainly so I can race home and get out of these stupid clothes.
I move my phone so I can look down at myself, and I sigh. Black leggings are fine, but not like this, never like this.
I can already see Kane’s reaction.
I shouldn’t have even taken this risk in the first place, but I know part of me wants to be caught. I want to rip the band-aid off so I can relieve the pressure of my lie and go back to the Ollie who doesn’t present as a guy or a girl.
Kane casually suggested getting to know Timber as the real Ollie. It doesn’t matter how much I want to stand in front of Timber as my real self; it’s easier to dress up like this than tell him the truth and hurt him.
Light jealousy dances through me as I glance at the alphas cooing over their omegas, surrounding them in a wall of muscle, pouring love all over them and their kids.
I’m tired of acting like a guy, and I don’t want to be this kind of woman. Once I leave Timber’s house, I can go back to a world where I don’t have to think about how I walk and talk, or care about how I dress. I can just be me.
“Ollie!” Kane shouts as he tears through the open doors. Heads turn and track him as he sprints the length of the tunnel to scoop me up.
I cry out as he lifts me, flinging my arms around his neck as he suddenly spins us. We’re both laughing as he pulls me into a kiss. His moan flows into me, and I’m already kissing him back as he sets me on the ground in an easy flow.
It happens so quickly that I forget I’m annoyed with him, as his taste floods me, all of my anxiety is tossed out of the window. He fills my senses with lavender as his strong arms hold me tighter, and he presses a kiss to my cheek.
“Damn, sweetness, I’ve missed you so much.” Kane molds his body to mine, and I rub my face against him to get a lavender reboot.
“What the hell are you wearing?” he murmurs as he brushes his nose against my bare neck, scent marking me instantly.
“Shut up,” I groan. “It was for a friend.”
He leans back to give me a once-over. “Never wear anything like this again. I can’t even recognize you.”
I give him a shaky grin. “That’s the point. It was meant to be a disguise, but it sort of backfired.”
“Well, I can think of a good way to solve this problem,” he hums as his hand feeds under my sweater. I yelp as his cold fingertips run up my spine, but we’re still grinning.
I’m not letting him off easy when he forced me into this situation by telling Timber to invite Luke and Ollie.
Kane swoops in for another kiss, and I growl against his lips.
“An orgasm isn’t going to get you out of this,” I warn.
“How about two or three?”
I turn my head so he can’t kiss me again.
My eyes widen as my gaze lands on Timber, who’s standing right next to us with his arms folded.
I jump, pulling away from Kane, and my tension sky-rockets as Timber gives me a once-over.
“Ollie,” he says gruffly, and a shudder goes through me at the heated look in his eyes.
“Hello again, Timber,” I say carefully as I step back from Kane. I don’t think I can be more awkward, but I'll give it a go.
After watching them both play like that, all Timber has to do is touch me, and I’m going to melt. I’m glad Kane brought me out here, where other players are leaving with their packs, so I don’t pull him against the wall for a repeat of what happened at the restaurant.
He’s already moving closer, and all my reasons for keeping away from him are slipping, because I’m standing in front of him as a different person.
“I thought you would have contacted me,” Timber says as his huge body casts a shadow over me in the artificial light. “After what happened the last time, I thought you might…”
Guilt and horniness are the main things I feel around Timber, and they’re both in full swing as I tip my head to look up at him.
“I’m here now,” I say softly. He’s right, though. A normal person would probably stay in touch after dry-humping in public, but I forgot because I spend every day with him anyway. We didn’t exactly exchange numbers, either.
“And Luke couldn’t make it?” he asks.
I shake my head. “He’s busy today. He said he had work to do since you’re having dinner later.”
I thought he would sigh or look disappointed or annoyed, but he just nods.
“I would have liked him to see me play,” he says, and my heart aches. It's just instinct at this point.
Kane takes my hand like he already knows I’m cracking.
It would be way easier if I were just full-on horny like the last time we met. Back then, it was fun to play dress-up and disguise myself.
I can’t stop ogling him like one of the starry-eyed moms from the market. My body is already drifting toward him, and I want to take his hand and show him I really care.
Or Ollie does. The person he thinks is Ollie, whom he kissed so passionately last time we met.
I squeeze my thighs as my shitty suppressants do the thing they do best, failing to stop my slick.
Normally, I can go at least five minutes without slicking, but he’s even more impressive now that I’ve seen him play.
Should I just go for it now?
Kane snuggles in close, biting my ear before pushing my hair away with his nose to lay kisses on my neck.
I feel him nipping and sucking on me, and I swat at him.
If he leaves any marks, I’m going to have to wear another scarf to cover them.
Noa worked her magic to hide my piercing holes, as well, but that’s not where Kane’s going as he presses his chest to my back.
His thumb knocks against the amethyst pendant on my chest. He gave it to me at the restaurant the last time we met, and Noa said that wearing it would make Kane happy.
From the way he’s practically wiggling against my ass as he strokes it, it’s doing more than that.
“Are they still in?” Kane whispers as he presses against my sweater to run his fingers down my breastbone. “Please tell me you’ve still got them in.” His hand skims lower, and I know he wants to sweep over my nipples to find the bars I put in before the game.
I shrug as I fold my arms, pushing his hand away.
“You would have found out if you hadn’t misbehaved,” I say, one brow raised.
He groans as he wraps his arms around me, pulling my shoulder to his chest, rubbing against me.
“I’m sorry,” he whines, putting on the dramatics. “I’m sorry, Ollie!” he cries out, his voice bouncing around the tunnel.
“Okay, fine,” I chuckle, pushing at his face to get him off me. “Yes, they are still there. But they aren’t for you.”
Kane pouts, but I’m not falling for it. I’m sure he’s only acting out because Timber is watching us.
He purrs away, staring at Timber as he caresses me. I’m supposed to be angry, but it feels like a million years since one of my alphas has held me.
“I thought we could go out for drinks,” Kane says. “I’d say dinner, but Timber’s being mean and won’t invite me.”
His taunt works, and Timber steps closer.
My heart is instantly in my throat as he leans down. His face is so close that his warm breath sweeps over my cheek, and his scent curls through my nose.
“Instead of whispering between yourselves, maybe you should do something to get invited,” Timber growls, and the shudder that goes through me and Kane has me slicking instantly.