Chapter 18 Ollie
Ollie
I’m going completely mad. I can’t deal with this.
I know Luke, and I keep saying we’re doing this for the business and his hospital bills, but jeez.
I didn’t think it would mean I’d be sneaking into Timber’s bedroom when he’s showering so I can grab something for my freaking spank bank.
But what am I supposed to do when a big, beefy alpha smelling of lavender and dreams is getting wet ’n’ wild next door?
Yeah… I’m going to milk these excuses for all they’re worth.
The best plan is to leave the house before I do something even more insane than feeding my boss my slick.
He won’t stop asking me if he can have some more of that oatmeal flavoring. And my stupid omega brain is telling me I should put my ass on a dining plate and tell him to eat up.
I thought Kane and Timber were enemies, but there has to be something more to that. The idea of my alphas being together fires me up so hard that I was pacing around my room like a crazy person, muttering to myself about what I’m going to do.
As I stand at the threshold of his bedroom, his door wide open, I’m pretty sure I’m going to jail. Most likely horny jail, because the chances of anyone finding out about my soon-to-be-crime are pretty low, but I still deserve to be locked up.
I’m already thinking about the handcuffs Timber could use to punish me as I dart inside.
I moan at the raw scent of alpha. It’s like crack to be drenched in this much coffee, and I’m already slicking as I quickly find the pile of clothes he’s dumped in the corner.
I’m dreading how bad it will be when I get within a week of my heat.
Sniffing around like a dog, I sort through the pile, seeking out the scent of lavender.
My hands tremble as I find the precious shirt. That’ll be enough for now. Because if I take his pants and his boxers, I’ll end up going feral and never leave my nest.
The moment I have the shirt in my weaselly little paws, I’m off, tearing back into my room and clicking the lock.
“Nice,” I murmur as I squeeze my winnings.
There’s food on the kitchen counter, and I told Timber I’m going to bed early, so that should be enough for him to leave me alone for the rest of the night, right?
I sprint toward the window, pulling down the blinds. There’s no way I’m going to risk letting anyone see what I’m about to do, even though all the neighbors are too far away.
Quickly stripping off all my clothes, I hop over to my beanbag bed, snuggled into the corner of my room. I don’t need to think about it. Now that the shirt is mine, I can do whatever I want with it.
I pull the shirt straight over my head, loving the way it’s so big on me that it falls halfway down my thighs. I’ll sleep in it until the scent of lavender and coffee has faded, which will hopefully be a few weeks.
It's the fact I can smell my own perfume in there as well that makes it even more addictive.
I wish I knew how Kane responded to it, but then there's also a stable of nerves along with that excitement.
Because he obviously told him who I was based on Timber's questions, so what else did Timber know now?
I bring the shirt up to my nose, sighing happily as the scents swirl around me, and all those worries fade away.
My beanbag bed is big enough that I can pile on tons of pillows and a thick duvet.
I’ve made a little ring around the dip in the center, like the pillows are protecting me when I sleep.
I can sink my ass down, bury under the duvet, and lie back while looking at the white ceiling as I dream about their cocks.
That’s what I need, my alphas pressing me in from either side, both of them holding me, hugging me, whispering sweet things as we fall asleep together.
I thought my pussy was going to fire up as soon as I got back to my room, and I’d be trapped in another cycle of jerking off until I have no energy left. But a gentle purr rumbles from me as I wrap my arms around myself.
I pull my knees up to my chest, burrowing into the beanbag. I rest my head against the beans as I groan and wiggle my ass and shoulders, and my purrs grow louder.
I really don’t like doing any of this omega stuff. My grandma drilled all the ways to be a proper omega into me before I was thirteen, while grandpa taught Luke how to be a ‘good’ alpha.
So I try to keep it as low-key as possible. I don’t like appearing neutral just because it’s a vibe; it’s that I don’t want to be seen as any designation. Whether people think I’m an alpha, beta, or omega, none of it matters because I’m me.
It’s easy to keep my gender and designation fluid with scent-blocking sprays and creams, and my usual style of clothes. That was until Timber and Kane burst into my life like Kool-Aid men, and now I can’t get my omega side to shut the hell up.
It’s still amazing. The shirt is exactly what I need. Adding Kane’s lavender to the mix changes everything. No more touch-starved longing for me.
Well… at least for tonight.
I curve my spine, the beans crinkling and shifting as every deep breath of them relaxes me. With the duvet over my head, I create a cocoon, and their scents grow thicker as it warms up.
Bunching the shirt in my hand, and I lift it to my nose. With a deep inhale and a whine, a smile spreads across my face.
I’m finally settled for the first time since I met them both. My eyes flutter closed, and I drift away, imagining all the things we could do together.
I want to go on dates. Proper dates, not those parties I used to go to with grungy boyfriends, where we’d get high and talk about music.
But the kinds of dates I only see in movies.
Like visiting an arcade or a funfair. Maybe we could go to the beach, or I could take them to a concert to see my favorite band.
We could do all that cutesy shit like get ice creams together, huddle up in a photobooth, and share stories with take-out pizza as we flirt and laugh over beers.
I’m meant to be rocking against my hand or tearing my suitcase apart looking for my trusty dildo, not fantasizing about all the cliché stuff I avoid like the plague. But I quickly realize that being their scent match is way more than me being horny all the time.
I’m purring away on my beanbag, sniffing at a sweaty T-shirt and wondering what it would be like to be loved by Timber and Kane.
This is way worse than coming while watching Timber jerk off over oatmeal. Or letting Kane go down on me in a hospital.
Because if I let this kind of thing go on, it won’t be a case of riding this wave of lust until they discover my lie and hope it all works out well in the end.
If I keep going like this, I could end up doing something really stupid. Like how I rub the shirt around my neck as if they’ve scent marked me while I imagine how good it would feel if they gave me their bites.