2. Nice Enough
Nice Enough
Kelya
Ileave the convenience store with my new tube of red lipstick, cans of Diet Coke, bags of sour candies, and cold boiled eggs. I also have a few shopping bags of clothes and care items.
Feeling lighter than when I arrived, I saunter through the streets of Viejo San Juan, passing by the iconic, flamboyant trees with the most beautiful, vibrant red blooms I’ve ever seen.
It’s my favorite color, and it’s everywhere here.
I stop to smell them, and it’s a light, pleasant scent.
I kiss the petals and then keep walking, swinging my shopping bags around my legs.
After I checked in yesterday, I drank two protein shakes I got from the hotel vending machine, slept for twenty hours, showered, and then went shopping.
My paranoia and fear are nearly squashed.
I’m in another country! The air is fresh and humid!
There’s magic in the ground below me! And there’s an entire body of water between me and whoever that was.
And maybe, I realize, it was all in my head.
Some medication labels were turned? Come on, Kelya.
I’ve never been spooked like that before. Maybe it’s the nesties. Maybe it’s my heat I’ve been putting off for two years. It’s got to be some hormonal thing I can blame. Now that it’s behind me, I can enjoy Puerto Rico.
Maybe, I think wistfully, I’ll die here.
I turn into the lobby of the hotel. Potted plants take over the walkways.
There’s a black-and-white tile surrounding the front desk.
Around the corner is the hotel’s eclectic looking bar.
There are male alphas sitting on the couches and tables next to it, playing cards.
I take my shopping bags upstairs to my room and change into one of my new dresses.
I pull up biker shorts underneath the dress, comb out my brown, curly hair, and wash my freckled, heart-shaped face then apply sunscreen, patting my cheeks lightly.
I have the kind of face that men think they can trust.
When I get down to the bar, I look for the alphas. Four alphas. They sounded American, so I’m hoping I’m right.
I’ve gotten food and sleep. Next is money and medicine. There’s no better way to get that than alphas.
When I arrive at the bar, I see only three. I really could have sworn there were four. I stride over; my fear of meeting people has basically disappeared at this stage in my travels.
“Hi!” I greet and wait to see if they’re open to meeting. Two of the guys are brunettes. One is blonde. They’re all younger than me and wearing the same outfit as each other. Oversized white shirts and board shorts. All three sets of eyes land on me, open and welcoming. “Are you guys American?”
The blonde one smiles broadly. I’m sure he gets into a lot of trouble with a smile like that. He’s not my type, though, despite his conventionally attractive face.
“Canadian.”
“Oh, bummer,” I tease, even though this fact relaxes me. I don’t know anyone from Canada.
This gets sly smiles from the boys.
“Wait, let me change my answer,” one of the brunettes chirps. His voice is juvenile.
“You would forsake your homeland, just like that?” I laugh and then slowly walk to the bar. All three stand and follow after me. “For a stranger?”
“A cute stranger. What can an American offer that a Canadian can’t do better?”
“You tell me.” I turn to the bartender who is thoroughly enjoying the show and holding back a chuckle. “Margarita, por favor.”
The bartender has a bowl of oranges and lemons at the bar, along with some nice well tequila. I love a good mixed drink. I ignore the three of them as I get comfortable.
“I’m James,” the blonde guy says as he sits next to me. “And these are my roommates, Lou and Mal. They’re twins.”
Oh, well, that’s interesting. I turn to them. They barely look like brothers. One has a round face and the other’s is oval.
“Fraternal,” the one with the high-pitched voice says. He knew exactly what I was wondering. I’m sure they get it all the time.
“I’m Marquette.”
I shake their clammy hands and then take my drink from the bar and take a sip.
“How long have you been in PR, Marquette?”
I don’t need to answer these questions, and they don’t care for my answers anyway. It keeps me safe to ignore them.
“Did you all just get here?” I ask instead.
“We’re leaving in the morning.”
James turns to the bartender and tells her, in his broken Spanish, that she should put my drinks on his room’s tab.
That’s new.
I’m a little impressed by that.
I take a deep inhale through my nose. I need to catch a scent. My inner omega is picky as hell. If this guy stands a chance at all, he has to have the right scent, but I don’t catch anything.
It’s blank. Like a missing puzzle piece right here where he sits.
“Are you…smelling me, Omega?”
I stiffen. It’s rare I get clocked as an omega so fast. I need scent blockers, and quick.
“James has a sixth sense for these things, don’t worry, Marquette. It’s not you. It’s him.” Lou takes the seat next to mine.
“Is that true?”
“My aura tends to pick up on others' auras. Omegas get my attention fast.”
“Well, that’s interesting.”
“Despite my mediocre good looks, I tend to be at least a little interesting.”
Oh, I love that.
I sip my drink and ask him a hundred questions.
How it all started. When it fails. What it feels like.
If it’s a gift or a curse. I ask about his family and siblings.
James and I talk for hours. He doesn’t know a single thing about me, and I’ve learned more than I could ever need to know about his aura sensing abilities.
His buddies left a while ago; though, I wouldn’t have minded them sticking around.
James pays for more drinks and then takes me to eat arepas.
He orders three, and I get a Diet Coke. He tells me his family’s entire medical history, as well as his last two major relationships and how they started and why they failed.
I catch on pretty early that there’s a high chance he has a girlfriend back in Ontario.
But when I ask him outright if he has someone, he says no.
He kisses me for the first time between two parked cars while young kids play drums with their father on the nearby corner.
He wears a lot of descenter spray and takes the most expensive, state of the art supplements. He has no alpha smell, which is perfect. He kisses like he looks…mediocre and uninspiring. But I’m horny. And he’s nice.
He brings me to his room at the hotel. Lou and Mal ask if they need to leave, moving to their feet upon our arrival. I shrug. There’s no need for them to leave.
One hotel room. Three alphas. One horny little omega who just got here and needs the ultimate distraction.
“What’re you saying, Marquette, should we…participate or just watch?” Lou’s voice wavers with uncertainty.
Oh, poor lamb.
“Have you ever fucked an omega?” I’m a little drunk and getting more flushed by the minute.
Their room is nice. Bigger than mine with two queen beds.
They have a veranda that overlooks the beach.
Two French doors are open, and the breeze flits in and over my hot skin.
I walk out one set, look across the moonlit water, and then head back inside through the other.
My eyes dance over their suitcases and items scattered over all the furniture. I wonder where it is…
“Mal and I are going to be packmates. We’ve been with…a beta girl together.” Lou fixes his clothes and short brunette locks.
Twin alphas and future packmates. That’s hot. Mal sits on the bed he shares with said twin, pink faced and tight-lipped.
“James?”
“This would be new for me. First omega. First…multi-partner situation.” He hesitates on almost every word, but that last one really hangs him up.
James. James. James. The sexual tension in the room practically hums his name.
I kick off my sandals and pull my curls up off my neck, piling them on my head. Wandering around the room, I let them see my unmarred skin and casual demeanor.
I spot the scent blockers by the television. Bingo.
I’ve never seen that brand before. Must be Canadian. When I turn around, James is standing next to me. His chest rises and falls laboriously. His hooded eyes meet mine.
“We’ll be nice. We’ll treat you right, Omega. Our flight leaves in the morning, but you got us all night. What do you like?” His knuckles move down my arm, sending goosebumps over my body. James. I can like James for the night, I think. And his twin friends.
He leans down and kisses me. He tries to pull back, but I chase after him, and he comes back with tongue. His hands hold my waist. This is absolutely thrilling. Strange alphas will always win over losers back home. Strange alphas I don’t have to face an extra day are even better.
I back up and take my dress off and then my shorts, leaving me completely naked in front of three men. Mal’s mouth drops open. I bet he’s a total freak. The quiet ones often are.
James grabs both breasts and lands his face in my neck. I pull myself into him so he doesn’t knock me over. Eager alpha. His hard cock rubs against my hip, so I do what any girl would in this situation and unbutton his shorts.
He gets them the rest of the way off, then tosses them on the floor along with his shirt.
Lou is also naked and presses into my back from behind.
In a move that sends goosebumps up my back, he gathers my hair to one side and kisses up my neck.
I let out a satisfied moan. Two hard cocks on either side of me beg for attention.
Who is going to run this show?
For as much bravado and confidence I have, I really would rather not take charge during these things.
But most men are scaredy cats. They need a lot of direction.
My eyes meet Mal’s as he sits on the bed.
They are sharp and unwavering. He doesn’t need direction.
Too bad he’s so far away. James leans down and picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his torso.
Ok. Ok. Not bad. Lou touches me all over, working me up, playing with my nipples and heating my skin.
James makes out with me, and I roll my body into his. It feels fucking good.
Oh, well, this is nice.
He spins us and lays me down on the bed so I’m on my back. Before I take my next breath, he’s licking my pussy. Fuck yes. I settle in and let him take me away, but before I get anywhere near an orgasm, he stops and climbs up my body.
“Oh, guess we’re all done there…”
“I want to be inside of you,” he groans.
With a smile, I squeeze my thighs around his body and flip us so that I’m on top.
“Fine by me.”
I take my time fucking him. He seethes and huffs for breath, trying to stop his orgasm, but I’m trying to get mine while also showing my tits off to his friends. Lou plays with his dick while he watches me. Mal plans. I can see it in his intense stare.
I want whatever he’s planning.
They watch me use their buddy’s cock to find my climax. He comes at the same time as Lou, no longer able to hold back. Mal is up off his bed and grabbing me off James. I go gladly with a giggle.
He puts me on the floor between his legs, and I suck his very big cock down my throat.
His twin kneels behind me. I sit up on my knees so he can enter me from behind, but the gentleman fingers me instead.
Oh, probably because he just jacked off to James and I fucking and needs a second to come back from that.
It’s fine. It gives me plenty of time to work up his brother.
I want him on the edge before I’m taken again.
“Fuck, she’s good at that,” Mal growls. I grab onto his knot at the base of his cock, a unique alpha anatomical feature, and squeeze. He shouts. Lou takes that as his cue to settle me out with his intrusion. He enters my pussy from behind, and damn it feels good. I’m so sensitive from just coming.
Both of them are close, so I ride the wave and enjoy getting fucked simultaneously by the twins. Mal’s hands go into my soft halo of hair. Lou’s dig into my hips.
“I’m going to come, Marquette,” Mal warns. I pop off and instead use my hands to finish him. Lou comes at just that. He humps into me as he finishes. Then Mal comes all over my hands. His brother presses his forehead into my back. We are sweaty and out of breath.
They pull me up onto the bed, and James joins.
The opportunity to pile onto an omega is just as titillating to an alpha as fucking her with their buddies.
This is part of the appeal.
My pheromones will settle all over them, making them feel a little high. I’m already high.
Their legs and arms lay across my naked body as they cuddle up and close their eyes.
Their temperatures rise slowly to a nice warm state.
And with that, they are asleep.
Cuties.
I wait about thirty minutes before I carefully climb out from underneath them, get dressed, and gather all the goodies I spotted earlier.
These scent blockers are incredible. I take every last bottle I find.
There are three one-gallon Ziplock bags with pills.
One for each of them, if I had to guess.
They even have expensive sprays and shampoos. I take it all.
This is a good haul.
I try not to resort to taking cash, but I’m so hyped up that I take all the cash out of James’s wallet. He won’t mind. He probably would’ve given it to me if I’d asked.
I take one last look at the three men on the bed, and then I leave out the balcony door and step onto the rocky shore.