Chapter 2 #2
Following Will, we head toward our room for the night.
When we get inside, Nick is already getting comfortable.
He’s got his shoes and jacket off, as well as his jeans, leaving him in only a white shirt and boxers.
Fuck me. Literally. Please. This man is too pretty for his own good.
And the way he’s looking at me with that stupid, sexy, smug look on his face, he knows it.
“Where's Ian?” I ask, as Will closes the door behind us and I place the cat on the empty bed.
“Bathroom,” Nick grunts, closing his eyes as he brings his arms and hands behind his head.
I take off my coat and boots and look around the room.
It’s actually one of the nicer ones we’ve been in, but the layout is pretty much the same.
Two queen beds, a table with four chairs, and a couch.
Unlike the others, though, this one has a little kitchenette with a mini fridge, microwave, and coffee maker.
The best part? It actually smells nice in here, and the look of it doesn’t make my skin crawl.
“I’m gonna go get us something to eat,” Will says. And I realize he got Duchess’s things all set up for her. Ugh. What the hell, Will? Stop being so damn sweet without even meaning to. “What do you want to eat?”
“It’s late.” I wave him off. “I don’t need anything.”
He stares at me and blinks before repeating himself, slower this time. “What do you want to eat?”
My stomach flutters with his need to take care of me. “Umm, I could use a break from a greasy burger and fries. Maybe a chicken Caesar salad?”
“That’s not very filling,” he mutters. “I’ll get extra chicken."
I can’t help the soft laugh that leaves me. “Thank you.”
He nods and goes to take a step towards the door, but pauses. Looking back, he blinks and then steps towards me. “Be good,” he murmurs before kissing my forehead.
Dear god, he’s trying to kill me, isn’t he? That's it, I’m five seconds away from climbing him like a tree and sinking my teeth into him.
My heart never stood a chance with Will and Ian. It only took getting out of that house and accepting my fate to realize it.
“Alright. I think we’re good.” Ian pops out of the bathroom, a smile on his handsome face.
“Good for what?” I ask him.
“Your bath, of course,” he says. “It’s nice and hot.”
“Bath?” My brows furrow. “You ran me a bath?”
“I wanted to every time we stopped, but the fucking bathtubs were nasty. No way I was going to let my Omega soak in that filth. No matter how hard I cleaned them, they were just lost causes,” he sighs. “But this one? This one is clean. Thank fuck.”
Tears sting the back of my eyes. What is going on right now? Have I been abducted by aliens this whole time?
You mean to tell me that every place we’ve stayed, when he disappeared into the bathroom as soon as we got into the room, he wasn’t using the bathroom? Instead, he was trying to clean the tub, so it was good enough for me to take a bath?
A fucking bath.
I love baths. I miss taking them. I love melting into the warm water and relaxing.
And, I’ve maybe told him only once in passing.
He’s made it his mission to run me a damn bath.
His face falls. “You're mad. You hate it. Fuck. I’m sorry, Little Doe.” He rushes over to me.
“I’m not mad.” I rub at my eyes. “And I don’t hate it.”
“Then why do you look like you're going to cry?” Ian gently grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I don’t like to see you cry.”
“It’s because she’s not used to being taken care of,” Nick huffs. We both look over to see he’s still lying there with his eyes closed. “Because her ex was a pussy little man-child who wouldn’t know how to take care of an Omega if his life depended on it.”
“And you do?” I scoff.
“No.” His eyes open to stare at me with his stormy gaze. “But my brothers do. It’s what they’ve been craving for years. So, buckle up, Joyrider, because they’re going to spoil the shit out of you.”
He closes his eyes again, and I’m left stunned. Not sure how to respond to that.
“Come on, baby,” Ian says, guiding me towards the bathroom. “Let’s get you in there before the water gets cold.”
I go with him easily, because I just don’t know how to act or what to make of the situation.
Ian talks about how excited he is to show me around their town as he helps me undress. I listen, smiling softly at how cute he’s being, talking about all the things he’s going to bake for me.
How is this man a killer? He’s just so damn cute. And a little crazy.
Could he really take a life? Guess I’ll have to find out.
Once I’m naked, Ian helps me into the water. The moment the heat hits me, I let out a happy groan. “Fuck me, that feels nice.”
Ian beams down at me as I settle into the water, seeming to be proud of making me happy.
I was a fool to even try to fight my connection with him. With any of them, really.
It’s hard to believe that after everything I’ve been through and all the shitty hands I’ve been dealt over the years, that my streak of bad luck might have finally come to an end.
Even thinking about it has me wanting to take it back so I don’t jinx myself.
If I keep fighting it, I’m only going to hurt myself and my Alphas. So far, they’ve given me no reason to think they don’t want me.
Well, Nick has, but he’s a hardass. Something tells me there’s a lot more to his story to have him acting the way he is. And I want to know what that is, because maybe if I do, I can break down some of his walls and understand him better.
The fact is, he’s my scent match, and I’m not going anywhere, anytime soon.
The sooner he accepts me, the easier life will be for everyone.
But, that's the thing, right? Life is not that easy.
If only it were. It would be nice not to have to worry for once.