Sable
Escaping the bar owned by the alpha I gave my virginity to, with cum soaking my thong, was not on my bingo card for this year.
Neither was Plum laughing her ass off the entire drive home.
She’s no saint though, because she is dripping in a familiar scent, but only one of us has a wet spot, so I can’t say much.
“Taron finger fucking you in a supply room wasn’t how I expected the night to end for you,” she snickers, and I flip her off, which only makes her laugh harder. Evil little elf.
“It was a temporary lapse in judgment,” I grumble, and she scoffs, glancing at me for a second before fixing her eyes back on the road.
“Riiiight.”
“Yeah, alright, what about you though, huh?!” I demand, gesturing to her as I raise one brow. “Why do you smell like a certain someone's farm, huh?” I have no proof that Plum was fooling around with Nick, but she smells like a hint of hay. I narrow my eyes at her as she blushes bright red.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Plum shrugs, and it’s my turn to scoff.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” I shake my head at her, smirking just a little. “Never play poker, by the way.”
“Oh, shut up! You’re the one who smells like omega slick, not me!” Plum snarks, and we both burst with laughter. When the laughing finally dies, and she pulls into the parking lot for my shop, I turn to her.
“You know, you can talk to me about anything, right?” I tell her gently, hoping she still trusts me to keep her secrets.
“There’s nothing to tell,” she sighs, shrugging one shoulder.
“Alright, Sugarplum.” I take her hand in mine and give it a little squeeze. “See you soon.”
Sable
Now here I am, anxiously avoiding thinking about my date with Rhian tonight.
After what I saw. After what Taron did minutes later. So I’m baking those cookies for Colter at nine in the morning. Three dozen should be enough…
My phone buzzing startles me so badly that I jump, almost dropping the bowl of cookie batter I was mixing on the floor.
Rhian: Wear something you don’t mind getting dirty.
I stare at the text for a long moment before sending a thumbs-up in reply.
But as I spoon dollops of dough onto cookie trays, I can’t think about anything else. So I grab my phone, dial Plum, and put the call on speaker.
“Yes?” she asks, sounding slightly concerned. Fair. I tend to stick to texting if I can.
“I have a date with Rhian tonight,” I yelp.
“Oh. You scared me for no reason. Next time, text me!” Plum snaps, clearly distressed, and I wince.
“I’m making cookies and my hands are dirty,” I explain. “Rhian is texting me, saying I need to wear something I don’t mind getting dirty. What does that mean?”
“So you called for outfit advice?” she grumbles, clearly unamused.
“Not exactly. You know how Taron and I…” I trail off, but Plum just chuckles, so I keep going. “Well, right before that, I caught Rhian in a compromised position. With Taron…”
“Ooooh,” she murmurs. “That makes sense, actually. I’ve seen them dancing around each other at the bar a few times. I thought that was just Taron being an odd alpha though.”
“Last night definitely wasn’t their first time in that situation. Rhian said he’s single, but like… it looked like maybe he wasn’t all that single. But we haven’t talked about it either,” I explain my confusion fully, and she pauses, grunts, and then sighs.
“Why’d you call me, Sugarbat? Just call him. He’s got all the answers, not me, babes,” Plum says like I’m a silly goose, and I groan.
“I don’t wanna,” I whine, shoving the last tray of cookies in the oven and setting the timer, before taking the call off speaker and pressing my phone to my ear.
“Okay, then wait for your date to start, and make it extra awkward. Say ‘Hey Rhian, I know you’ve had this little thing going on with Taron, well he fingered me in a supply closet after I caught the two of you together, but I’m so happy to be on this dirty little date!
’ Or something along those lines,” she mocks, but it makes me giggle, and I relax slightly.
That is, until an unexpected voice joins the chat.
“You look so fucking sexy, omega” a deep male voice growls through the phone, and I pull it away from my face, checking the name. Right, definitely called Plum, so who the fuck was that?
“Uh, Plum?” I ask, eyebrows in my hairline.
“Shhh! Sable called!” she hisses, sounding muffled like she tried to cover the mic.
“Ope, I can go if–”
“No. Just…ignore that. Listen, you need to stop hiding. Pretending something didn’t happen, or that not facing something will make it go away, isn’t making your life better. Call the man. Love you, bye!” Plum ends the call without letting me get another word in, and I groan.
I toss my phone on the counter, wincing at the thud it makes, before folding in half against the countertop.
Rhian. Taron, and Colter. Oh, my.
What the hell am I doing?
Plum is right though. I can’t keep hiding.
Rhian
I’m staring at the phone screen again as three little dots appear and disappear, when it starts ringing. I can’t help but grin as I answer.
“Sable.”
“Uh, hey, Rhian. I, um, thought we should talk.” She struggles a little, but I like her nervousness. Does it mean she cares? I hope so.
“About what?” I ask, propping myself against the barn door.
“Last night. Taron. Uh, you and him, and just…all of it,” she rushes, and my grin widens. Good, she’s not running away. This is progress.
“Taron and I flirt sometimes. We’re not together, if that's what you’re wondering,” I tell her, wishing she were here so I could see the way she reacts to this information.
“He fingered me last night,” she says quickly, like she was fighting to hold that in. I thought they’d do more, honestly. Fuck, I bet they looked so hot together. Her scent was so fucking incredible, I went home and jerked off in the shower, picturing the two of them…
“Did you come, Pretty Girl?”
“Rhian!” Sable gasps, voice breathy and sexy as hell. Taron wouldn’t have left that supply closet without making Sable come. I bet he went home and fucked the same hand he used to make her come.
“Sable,” I growl, cock straining against the zipper of my work jeans.
Fuck, I can’t wait to get my hands on her tonight.
I was going to take her to dinner, but after getting caught with Taron last night, plans changed.
I called Taron first to see if he was into my idea.
Let's just say, I don't know who’s more excited about this date.
“That's not why I called,” she says after a long pause. “I–I just…” she trails off, voice shaking, and I hate that I’m the reason she’s so anxious right now. I want to reassure her.
“You just needed to know that I’m not in love with Taron and using you as a placeholder, or something else equally fucked up?” I ask gently, hoping that if I say it bluntly, she’ll calm down for me. I want tonight to be incredible for all of us, not just me.
“You’re an omega, he’s an alpha…” she murmurs, and I can hear her self-doubt in the way her voice trembles. Fuck, I wish I could hug her right now.
“Do you like me, Sable?” I ask, trying not to rush this. I need her to believe me.
“I do.” Her words are a delicate whisper, almost as if she's preparing for rejection.
“Good, because I like you too. Do you like Taron?”
“Yes. And Colter…” she adds, not sounding as unsure now. I like that she feels comfortable enough to tell me how she feels about the others.
“Me too, Sable.” I let my confession hang between us, hoping it doesn’t scare her off.
Omegas can be possessive. Unwilling to share. Or at least that's what I’ve heard since I presented. Briefly, the thought of Sable with another omega, or an alpha that isn’t Taron nor Colter crosses my mind, and my hackles rise. I grin, because that just proves the four of us are meant to be.
“So we start with this, admitting we all like each other. The rest we’ll figure out together.
Tonight, I’m focusing on you.” On getting a taste of that intoxicating scent…
I swallow thickly, trying to shake off the dirty thoughts, since I still have an entire day of chores ahead of me on the farm.
But goddamn I want a taste of Sable… “I promise to always be honest with you about how I’m feeling.
I won’t ever lie to you, Sable. And I’m not leaving you ever again. ”
“Fuck, Rhian.” She sniffs, but I can hear the happiness in her voice this time.
“Okay, I promise to do the same. I’ll be honest, and I won’t ever ghost you,” she vows.
I don’t bother telling her that even if she tried, I’d hunt her perky ass down.
I snort to myself. Look at me, mentally resorting to Taron level tactics if she ever tries to leave me… Maybe the alpha is onto something.
“Also, have you felt like you’re sometimes being watched but can’t explain why? Almost like eyes are on you, but you don’t know why?” I ask, planting the seed, wondering if she’s sensed Taron's presence yet.
“Oh, yeah. All the time. I think the town’s gossips have made me paranoid. Sometimes I think I hear whispers, or intense staring, but when I look around, no one's even looking my way,” she sighs, and I have to hold back a chuckle. Taron is very good at going unseen.
“Hmm,” I grunt. He's been ‘politely watching’ me for a while, and it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure it out. I have no doubt he’s been ‘politely watching’ Sable since she returned to town as well.
“I’ll be there at six-thirty. You should wear boots,” I tell her, and she sighs, but it’s lighter.
I’m glad she called, and didn’t hold this in until our date tonight.
“Alright, Rhian. See you then.”
When I hang up, I stuff my phone in my pocket and return to my chores. It’s nearly noon when Benson comes stumbling into the barn several hours later than normal, disrupting my daydreaming about Sable.
“Don’t say shit,” he grumbles, tugging his work gloves on.
“Don’t say shit about the fact that you smell like a certain omega friend of mine?” I ask, lifting a brow at my little brother. “The very same one that's been in love with your–”
“Shouldn’t you be more worried about your alpha stalker and his ex-girlfriend? The very same one you used to have a crush on?” Benny snarks, mocking me, and I snort. Talk about deflection. I am curious how he knows about Taron and I though. Is stalking an alpha thing? Probably. Sounds like them.
“I can do both,” I shrug, “but of all the omega’s in town…” I trail off as he shoots death glares my way.
“Keep it up, and I’m putting goat shit under your pillow,” he threatens, making me bust up laughing. We went through a prank era in our teens. Something Nick promptly shut down.
“I’m too fucking old for this shit!” He growled at the ripe age of twenty-six, somehow sounding more like a grandfather than our own grandpa.
I leave Benny alone after that, finishing my tasks for the day, before heading inside to get ready for my date with Sable.
Taron: Should I be jealous that you’ve never asked me on a date before tonight?
Rhian: Technically, I asked you to help me for my date with Sable.
Taron: So yes? I should be jealous.
Rhian: Should I be jealous that you’ve never followed me into a supply room and gotten me off with your hands?
Taron: Fair point. I’d be more than happy to help you out with that. Come over so I can fuck the attitude out of you.
Rhian: Tempting offer.
Rhian: *Photo sent*
Rhian: But I’m in the shower, getting ready for you to chase me and Sable.
I smirk to myself as three dots pop up then disappear. He can’t see anything too juicy in the picture, since the image cuts off at my hips, but my wet abdomen is on full display.
Taron: You’re a tease. I should bend you over my knee for this.
Rhian: Promises, promises…
Taron: Better get ready to chase some filthy little brats through a haunted trail tonight.
Taron: *Photo sent*
“Jesus,” I hiss as I open the image he sent. He’s also in the shower, his arm positioned in a way that makes it obvious he’s gripping his cock, just out of sight of the camera.
Rhian: Now who’s the tease? Bad alpha.
Taron: See you soon, naughty omega.
I spend the rest of my shower resisting the urge to jerk off. That man fights dirty.
Two can play that game.