Chapter 2
Trenton
“One more show.” Max groans as he throws himself onto the couch of our tour bus. “Then we get a break. A much needed one. Not only do we get to be home for Christmas, but we get two whole months off!”
I chuckle at his complaintive excitement. “You make it sound like our life is so hard.” Leaning against the counter, I stare down at my best friend, a flash of hunger filling me.
He lifts his head and glares at me. “You damn well know how hard this job can be sometimes. We’ve been at this for three years dude. Three. And I think the longest we’ve had off was what, maybe a week?”
“It’s the price to pay for being a rockstar.” I shrug, not sure what else to tell him.
Max and I formed Twisted Destiny back in high school. For a while, we were just a band that played in my garage. But thanks to social media and a few viral videos, we were picked up fast. The rest was history.
We were brought into the recording studio right away and as soon as our first song was ready, they started sharing it on all streaming platforms.
By the time we were done recording the album, that song had blown up. Two months after its release, we were touring around the world.
I can understand where Max is coming from. After one tour we’re back in the studio and recording another album before leaving for another tour. It’s been a rinse and repeat thing for years.
But after the other members in the band requested to slow down, the label agreed to give us some time off.
Not that they had much choice when Riker and Leslie threatened to quit.
I didn’t hold it against them, it’s not their fault I’m married to my work.
I’m the only one out of the four of us that craves the chaos of this life.
It’s not just because I love the fame, the money and doing what I enjoy the most in the world. It’s not even the parties and the women throwing themselves at us. All of that is nice, don’t get me wrong, but my needs are more of a way to keep my mind busy and off of her.
“Yeah, well we’re millionaires and I’m only twenty-one. We’re young. We should be having fun. What's the point of having it all when you can’t even take the time to enjoy it?”
“Well, now you can,” I point out.
“Yeah, in the middle of winter.” He rolls his eyes. “As much as I’m excited to see my mom, I’m not looking forward to the cold. Couldn’t we spend our time off with the guys in Spain?”
“We can during the last week, but I promised my Dad and stepmom I’d spend some time with them. I haven’t seen them in years.”
Unlike Max, whenever we had the odd time off, I chose not to come back home to visit. It’s not that I hate it here, or that I didn’t want to see my family.
It’s because I knew if I was around her, I’d have gone out of my mind.
What no one but Max knows, is that I’ve been in love with my stepsister for years. An Omega who I was never meant to have.
She’s the one and only person in my life who’s off limits.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had the biggest crush on her, even way back before I became an Alpha.
It started when I was thirteen and the hormones kicked in. She was beautiful, every man's wet dream. And she lived down the hallway from me.
She was twenty-two at the time, there was no way in hell I stood a chance. I was just a kid to her.
That didn’t stop all the dirty thoughts I’d have of her. Not to mention her perfume was intoxicating, and that was before it could really have any effect on me.
As I got older, I tried to date other girls, to enjoy being a teenager. I was in a band, girls thought that was hot.
But any time I was with another girl, it didn’t feel right. They weren't who I wanted.
Gia was the only person my heart wanted.
I thought maybe because I was going to turn eighteen, be an adult, a man, I might be able to have a chance with her.
But then she left before I could do anything about it, taking a break from teaching here to go overseas to teach in Africa.
And I was about to go on a world tour.
It wasn’t our time then, and now I understand it never will be.
She’s nine years older than me, a high school teacher and my stepsister.
I’ve only been her kid brother in her eyes, just because I was head over heels for her, it didn’t mean she would magically change her mind about me.
I didn’t want to risk her hating me if I were to confess my feelings.
So I left. I went on tour, I built a life for myself.
I was fine for a while, but as time went on, I started to feel lonely and empty.
Max was there for me at my darkest times. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t know if I’d still be here.
I sought comfort with him. Our closeness went from best friends to something more. We started hooking up, because the idea of being with random Omegas at the time put me off.
Our feelings grew into something more than just physical. As of the past year, we’ve been in a relationship.
No one knows, only our bandmates and manager. We keep it to ourselves, not wanting it to take away any attention from the band.
The thing is, being an Alpha, sometimes sex isn’t enough. We have a primal urge, a need for an Omega.
At first I refused to touch another Omega, but Max wanted an Omega. He wanted to explore and enjoy being an Alpha. I didn’t want to hold him back, so I gave him permission to get those needs met.
He started going to a sex club called The Nest. It’s a place where everything is confidential and safe. No matter your sexuality or kink, they have a room for that.
After months of him going, he asked me to give it a try.
I knew I needed to try to get over Gia, to move on. I was never going to be with her, so why spend the rest of my life miserable?
Because I cared about Max, I went with him. And it honestly wasn’t bad. It helped that every woman we were with, I got to pretend it was Gia because I never saw their face.
It was fucked up and wrong, I know that. I was putting myself in a false reality.
But it worked. My mental health got better, things between Max and I started to thrive.
He even gave up the idea of finding an Omega for us because he was satisfied with this arrangement.
Turns out, The Nest had locations all over the world, so no matter where we were, we had options.
The thing is, this might work now while we’re young, but what about the future? I want an Omega. I want a pack. I want a family.
And I want it with Gia.
But I can’t fucking have it and it’s not fair.
“You okay?” Max’s voice of concern snaps me out of my melancholy thoughts.
“Yeah, sorry. Just being back here.” I sigh, looking out the front window. “It’s getting to me.”
Max gets to his feet, closing the space between us. He pins me to the counter, his lower half pressing against mine, making me groan when I feel his cock against mine.
His lips brush against my cheek, his raven black hair tickling my neck. “There's a Nest location here. We could go tonight, take the edge off, get lost in an Omega. Might help with you feeling restless.”
My eyes flutter shut as arousal fills me. “Yeah.” I groan as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, biting down hard enough to make my cock jerk.
“Would you two get a room?” The door to the bus swings open and in walks Riker.
“Oh, good we got here before we caught them with their dicks out.” Leslie chuckles, following Riker in.
“We were planning on it.” I grumble as Max chuckles, pushing off me.
“Sorry boys. We’ve got plans tonight.”
“And that's why we don’t share hotel rooms anymore.” Riker says, pushing past us to head to the back.
The bus takes us to one of the hotels nearby. We are so done with bus life and decided to stay in a hotel for a few nights before our time off officially begins.
When we get into our room, Max and I head to the shower to get cleaned up.
“You gonna do something with this?” Max asks, flicking my blond hair hanging over my forehead.
“What’s the point?” I ask, raising a brow. “No one is going to see me.”
“True.” he grins. “And I love your messy hair.” He runs his fingers through my wet strands, grabbing a handful and giving a little tug.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my cock thickening again. He was just on his knees, swallowing me whole a few minutes ago and I’m already going again.
Max notices and laughs. “Already?”
“Fuck off.” I reach down and grab his matching hard on. “So are you.”
“Yes,” he groans, thrusting into my grip. “But I’m going to save this for the pretty little Omega we choose tonight.”
“Rude.” I mutter, glaring at him playfully.
“Come on, hot stuff,” he chuckles, slapping my ass.
Sighing, I head over to my bag and grab some clean clothes to change into.
This weekend is our last show, then next week will be Christmas supper with the family.
Gia will be there and I’m nervous as hell.
Seeing her again, this time as an Alpha, I don’t know how to act.
Things will be weird and awkward. I don’t want that.
Not going isn’t an option.
“Ready?” Max asks.
“Ah, yeah.” I blow out a breath. “Let’s go.”
Pulling into the parking lot, Max parks our rental in the client parking lot. I’m trying to get into the right headspace for this, but my mind is still on Gia.
She’s here, in this town. So close, yet so far away.
What is she doing right now? Probably at home watching a movie by the fire, or reading a book.
Honestly, I have no idea. I know nothing about her. And that’s pretty fucking depressing on it’s own.
“Hello.” A woman at the front counter greets us. “How can I help you?”
“Hi. We’re members, but not primarily with this location.” Max answers for us.
“Okay.” she smiles and nods. “Could I get your name, please?”
“Max Thornwood. And this is Trenton Wilder.”
Her eyes light up and I want to groan. A fan I see.
“As in the lead singer and guitarist for Twisted Destiny?"
“Yeah.” Max laughs, but I know he’s feeling the same way I am.
“Oh, this is so exciting,” she gushes.
“If you don’t mind, we’d like to get our night started," I tell her.
“Of course.” Her smile falls. “You’re all checked in.”
“Thanks.” Max gives her a polite smile but we’re both quick to get to the elevator.
The doors open and we step inside, scanning our card and pressing number five.
The whole elevator trip up, I’m zoned out. When we get to our floor, I shake my head, forcing myself to focus.
There’s another receptionist when we get up there. He smiles and nods his head. “Hello.”
“Hi. Changing rooms?” I ask.
“To your left.” He points.
“Thank you.” We head into the changing rooms and get undressed, placing our clothes and personal items into a locker.
“Ready?” Max adds me.
No. But I don’t tell him that. “Yeah.”
As soon as we open the door to the main room, we’re slammed with a million different scents.
My head spins as a full body shiver rushes through me.
We’ve been to these places tons of times over the past year, but you never get used to the way all the Omega’s scents mess with your body.
My cock thickens and stands at full mass, pre-cum already dripping down my shaft.
I’m about to ask Max where he’d like to start first when a stronger scent makes itself known.
I’ve had a lot of pina coladas in my life, but none of those times has the scent ever made me feel like every cell in my body is being rearranged.
“Trenton.” Max’s voice is a choked rasp. Head turning his way, I see it in his eyes. He’s feeling the same thing I feel.
A low rumbling growl fills our chests as we move forward. Like a moth to a flame we stop in front of an Omega. She’s strapped down on a spanking bench, her ass in the air, her pussy on display.
Taking a deep breath in, my eyes roll back, my knot pulses and my cock is so hard it fucking hurts.
The world around me spins as I feel this shift inside me.
When I open my eyes, I stare down at the woman and know without a doubt that this Omega is mine. My scent match. My mate.
And by the look in Max’s eyes, she’s his too.
I guess Gia isn’t going to be an issue any longer now that I’ve found my mate.
Because whoever she is, I know for a fact my heart and soul only wants her. No other Omega will do.