Chapter 14 #3
She winces and grins. “Yeah. I can’t fully figure it out. It’s syrupy… and sweet, but I can’t pinpoint it.”
Lennon gives a tickled laugh.
“It’s molasses and marshmallows,” I tell her. “Which, apparently, go well together.”
Or so I’ve been told. I’ve yet to try it myself. Apparently, when you have a certain scent following you around day in and day out, you seem to lose the taste for its physical counterparts.
Her pupils dilate, like the tiny piece of information is catnip to her omega. She turns to Lennon. “And you?”
“Ginger beer.”
“To the point,” she teases.
Lennon shrugs, lounging in his seat. “It’s an acquired taste, but one that suits me very well, wouldn’t you say?”
His scent pours even more in the space, and a growl erupts in my chest because now I can only slightly smell the omega’s own alcoholic aroma. He growls back, slightly pushing me with his shoulder so she can see more of him, still shirtless and doing the most with his rippling abs.
Josie doesn’t notice our little alpha-off. Instead, she is looking between us, her eyes glossed over, and her lips parted at whatever image she is seeing in her mind. Champagne bursts into the air, so sweet and potent, I can almost taste it directly on my tongue.
Lennon must notice, too, because a dark chuckle escapes him. “Is our omega thinking about us?”
To her credit, she doesn’t back down. She just bites her lip as a flush of pastel covers her face.
“So what if I am?” she asks, both wanting and bashful in her approach.
“I would say that we could help you.” My cock starts to lengthen in my jeans, and I try desperately not to call any attention to it as I keep my gaze on the beautiful omega beside me, her body radiating with heat.
“Do you want help from your alphas?” Lennon asks, leaning over me, his voice full of dark promise. “We are yours to order around, Omega.”
Everything short-circuits. That idea sends my mind soaring, the image of her riding me to find her own bliss taking over every available space in my head.
“Tell us what you’re thinking, little vicious,” Lennon whispers huskily. “Let us play it out for you.”
Her glossy eyes widen slightly, panic entering them as she is tugged out of whatever fantasy she was pondering. She shakes her head as if to rid herself of her omega’s dirty thoughts.
“I, uh,” she starts, rubbing her neck as she looks anywhere but at us. “I think I should get going.”
I sit up straighter, disappointed but also worried that we pushed too far. “Are you sure, Josie?”
“We didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Lennon adds on. “We’re so sorry, Josie.”
“No, it’s not that. If anything, I wish I could stay, I… I really want to stay.” She bites her lip again, and I realize her scent is still spilling around us, more and more potent as the seconds drag on. “But I need a little bit more time. Can you guys wait for me just a little bit longer?”
That hope from earlier flourishes in my chest. From her words to her body’s reaction to our proximity, I am all-consumed and absolutely wrecked.
“Whatever you need, Omega,” I whisper, and her eyes sparkle the tiniest bit in my direction.
“We will wait however long you need,” my friend says beside me.
She stands then, grabbing her jacket and walking to the door. She halts, her hand hovering over the notch on the door as she looks back at us. “I think… you were always going to make whoever your omega was feel as lucky as possible. That’s how I feel… like one of the luckiest omegas in the world.”
I shake my head. “No one is luckier than us, Josie.”
Her lips curve into a tiny grin, her cheeks flushed. “I’ll see you guys soon.”
Then she’s on her way out the door before we can reply or even hug her goodbye, her scent trailing behind her as the tour bus shuts and snaps into place.
We sit in silence for a moment, then turn to each other.
“Well, shit,” Lennon mutters, running a hand through his light-brown hair.
“Our bus smells like her,” I say, knowing the others will appreciate that fact when they get back. I take in a drag of the beautiful champagne scent lingering, bubbliness and mystery hidden in the notes. “And we got to see her smile.”
“Yeah, but now my dick is hard as a rock.” He adjusts it.
“Mine, too.” I stroke mine over my dark jeans, and then look over at him, giving him a pointed look.
“You’re unbelievable,” he says, understanding my unspoken request. He shakes his head, but there’s also a smile curling at his lips.
“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve sucked my dick,” I remind him.
“Not by a long shot,” he agrees, his eyes trailing over me as he thinks it over.
By the glimmer in his green irises, I’d say he is heavily considering it, which is basically confirmed when his tongue peeks out to lick his tips.
“Okay, sure. But we have to tell Josie about our arrangement when we get the chance. It may be casual, but I think it’s something she should know. ”
He puts his hand up to mine for a shake, and I return it without question. “Agreed.”
And then Lennon is on his knees before I can even blink.