2. Ezra
Ezra
“S eriously, you can’t even handle being in the same car as her?” I ask Ian as he glares at me.
“Please, Ezra.”
“Didn’t even know you were capable of saying please, mate,” I say to my best friend, and he rolls his eyes.
“She’s drunk,” he replies, scrubbing his face.
“Good for her,” I say, and he glares. “What? Poor thing lives with your father and that bitch he married. Sweet girl deserves some fun.” Fact is, Ian’s stepsister is fucking hot, and we all know it. Forbidden fruit and all that, makes it even more tempting, I’m sure.
“What the fuck is she thinking, going out to a club and getting drunk. You know how many Alphas would take advantage of her like that?”
That’s when James walks into the kitchen. He smells like weed and his signature Omega scent of cinnamon and clove. Ian already has a hand on James’ shoulder, and he allows it.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“Luna is drunk and needs a ride home.” James smirks, and shakes his head.
“What?” Ian says in frustration, like we don’t know his dirty little secret.
“Nothing,” James says.
“Seriously Ian?” I say as I look over at James who rolls his eyes and just blurts out what we’re both thinking.
“When are you just going to admit you want to fuck your stepsister?” James asks, and Ian gapes down at him and blinks.
“You’re my Omega.”
James steps away from his touch. “I…this is too much for me,” James says.
Both Ian and I frown down at him, wondering what we did wrong.
“No,” James shakes his head. “Not that you guys did anything wrong. I love being a pack. But I’m never going to be this needy, affectionate Omega that you both want.
I don’t want to be touched all the time.
I like a lot of space. Luna isn’t like that. ”
“You’re my Omega. I’m not comparing you to her—ever,” Ian says, and James tugs on his loose curls.
“You’re not understanding me. I’m saying what if you could have both,” James says. He doesn’t joke or kid around, so when he gives Ian a serious look, his mouth gapes open.
“She’s…she’s my stepsister and too young, and she’s not interested,” Ian says.
“And if she was?”
Ian blinks at him. “You’d want that?”
“She’s pretty.” James smiles. “I also like when she gives you an attitude.”
Ian blinks and looks over at me. “Ezra?”
“If you’re asking if I wanked to the idea of your hot, little stepsister, the answer is yes.” James can’t help but crack the smallest of smiles.
Ian groans, taking a seat at the stool at the island. “It would be fucked up,” he says and scrubs his facial hair. “Our parents wouldn’t understand. People wouldn’t get it. It wouldn’t look good for our pack.”
“Well, while you ponder the repercussions of fucking your stepsister, I’m going to pick her drunk ass up.”
Ian glares at me, and I give him a wink as I kiss the side of our Omega’s head as I leave the house.
I grab the keys to the car and head over to the garage with a smile on my face.
We’ve all noticed how beautiful Luna has gotten.
She’s smart, sweet, and I know for a fact she feels trapped in that stifling house.
While I flirt with the little Omega, I never thought of this actually potentially happening.
We would never step on James’ toes like that.
And to be honest, I’m not sure if Luna has any interest.
For the most part, she argues with Ian and likes to give him shit. She’s nice to me and mostly just glances at James. It’s not like he’s one for small talk anyway.
I’ve been wondering if James wanted to add to the pack lately, and I’m glad he finally voiced how he’s been feeling.
It does make me feel guilty though, the fact that he knows that he isn’t as affectionate as Ian or I would like.
I love him so fucking much, and all I want to do is show him all the time, but I know it can be stifling for him.
Could this possibly be the thing that makes our pack perfect? Just thinking about having two Omegas gives me a little chub in my pants, and I shake my head. I turn into the parking lot and spot her red car immediately.
I park and exit the vehicle to find her on her phone in the front seat. When I knock on the window, she shrieks and jumps in her seat as she looks through the glass. Once she sees it’s me, she smiles, grabbing her purse and opening the door.
“Oh, hi, Ezra.”
“Don’t sound too excited to see me, Luna. Might make my ego too big.”
She laughs and shakes her head. Her blonde hair spills down her back as she smiles at me. “I’m sorry. I just thought Ian was picking me up.”
“He had a work thing,” I lie, and she nods. She locks her car and follows me to mine. I open the car door for her, and she gets in. Her lavender and vanilla scent fills the vehicle instantly. Her cheeks heat, and she rubs her thighs together as she buckles her seat belt.
When I turn on the car and look over at her, she gives me a small smile and sits on top of her hands as she glances at me.
“So a club, eh?” I ask her, trying to cut the silence.
Her cheeks heat further, and she nods her head. “I just wanted to live a little.”
“I can get that,” I reply, starting the engine and pulling out of the parking lot. “Am I taking you home, or?” I ask, wanting to make sure she has a safe place to go. Her mom is honestly the worst, and if I can help her avoid any issues with her, I will.
“Oh, I guess I didn’t think about that.”
“You can come to ours, if you’d like?”
“I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“You wouldn’t be.”
She clears her throat and nods. “You’re sure?”
“Whatever you want, sweet girl.” Her scent thickens in the cab of the car, and my dick gets hard. But I’m a gentleman, and I don’t mention my boner or how good she smells.
“Maybe we can just get some food to help me sober up, and then you can take me home. I don’t think Ian wants me at his house.”
I rub my jaw and watch as she turns to look out the window. Her reflection in the glass looks sad, and I shake my head.
“What makes you think that?”
“He thinks I’m an idiot,” she says softly. “Everyone does.”
I have to stop myself from slamming on the breaks and grabbing her jaw and telling her to never speak about herself that way ever again.
But I have self control as I pull over to the burger place and gently touch her shoulder.
No shit, it’s like an electric current goes between both of us. She gasps as she looks over at me.
“You’re not an idiot, and no one thinks that.”
“My mom does,” she says, looking down.
“Yeah, well, your mom’s a right fucking cunt.”
Her eyes are wide as she looks at me, and then she bursts out laughing.
She laughs with her whole body as she grabs her stomach, and a rogue tear slides down her face.
She wipes it away as she catches her breath, and she looks at me.
A beautiful smile takes over her face; just like her laugh, she smiles with her whole face. Her eyes glimmer as she looks at me.
“She is,” she sighs.
With James’ words in the back of my head, I decide to be sneaky with my questions. “So why haven’t you found a pack and moved out?”
She sighs and shakes her head. “No one I can be with has caught my attention,” she says. I cling onto those words. No one I can be with.
“But if you could be with them?” I ask, and she turns to me, her blue eyes glassy.
She shakes her head and sighs. “It couldn’t happen.
” She licks her lips and looks at me with such an open and soft expression, I just want to bundle her up in my arms. “But if I could, I would in a heartbeat.” She blinks a few times, shaking the idea out of her head as the waitress on skates comes to the window.
Luna leans over the console and smiles at her. “Can I have a cherry limeade, mozzarella sticks, and tater tots, please?”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
She looks over at me, and I nod. “I’ll just have a Dr. Pepper, please.” She takes my credit card and swipes it before skating away.
“How’s work going?” Luna asks, and I grin.
“Good, you still haven’t come by.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“You gotta stop saying that shit, like you’re hard to be around. Luna, I promise you, you’re not.” She shakes her head, and that flush spreads along her cheeks and collarbone.
“Sorry.”
“No sorrys either.” She rolls her eyes at me, and it makes me smile.
“Doesn’t James go to work with you?” she asks, and I shake my head.
“No, he prefers to stay at home.”
She nods her head, and the waitress brings our drinks and food. I add some cash onto the tray when she takes it back. Luna moans as she takes a bite of her mozzarella stick, her tongue circling to gather the cheese into her mouth. It honestly shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
“God, this is fucking good,” she says, covering her mouth as she eats her fried cheese.
I smile at her and realize how easy it is to be around Luna. How she’s like a ray of sunshine. She smiles just as much as I do, and I guess I’m only realizing it because I’m always around Ian and James.
When I watch her drunkenly eat her fried foods, I realize she’s what we need. She’s the piece that will make us all click. While I’m still worried about how James will truly adapt to having another Omega in the mix, it almost seems like it’s something he’s been craving too.
“What?” she asks. I must have been staring at her for too long. I smile and shake my head.
“Just thinking is all.”
She nods and finishes her food. “Mmm, this was just what I needed. Thank you.”
“No problem,” I say, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot, then heading toward Luna’s house. “Are you sure you want to go home?”
“Yeah,” she says.
“I’d imagine Margo and Stewart are asleep.”
“We can only hope,” she says, putting her elbow on the door and looking out the window.
“I can take you to your car tomorrow morning before work,” I say. Wanting more time with her, I wish she would say that she wants to come back to our place. That she needs us to take care of her. But she doesn’t.