Page 14 of Overeager
Noah tucked his erection into his waistband and hopped out of the car, stopping outside the front door to check his phone one more time and make sure he hadn’t missed a text in the five seconds since he’d last looked. He tried to rein in his pheromones and think of unsexy things.Spencer hitting on uninterested omegas at a house party. Chase mixing scrambled eggs and oatmeal together for “optimum nutrition” before a game. The state of their shared bathroom after a weekend of raging.
There it was. Just in time, too, as the front door sprang open before Noah had even touched it. There was Spencer, shirtless and in joggers, his dark hair damp and hanging in front of his eyes. He was munching on a bag of some of his weird protein chips. “Fucking finally,” he said with his mouth full. “Took your time.”
He walked back inside without waiting to see if Noah was following, and Noah caught up with him in the kitchen. He nodded to their other roommate, Chase, who was hunched over a bowl of cereal at the table, his baseball cap pulled down low over his eyes.
Noah rounded on Spencer, who was acting way too nonchalant for Noah’s current state. “Dude, I had to come from fuckingSedona. What’s the big emergency? And why the fuck didn’t you pick up?”
Spencer shrugged. “Had to shower.” He pointed to the fridge, a giant silver behemoth Chase’s parents had gotten for them, frowning at it. “The fridge isn’t cooling right.”
It took a moment for Noah to process that thefridgewas the emergency. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nope.” Spencer popped another chip in his mouth. “The food’s starting to get, like, warm.”
“You called me back, from Sedona—”
“I told him not to,” Chase murmured.
“What’s the big deal? You texted me yesterday to say you were bored as hell and—” Spencer stopped talking suddenly, swallowing his mouthful and sniffing at the air. He lowered his bag of protein chips, staring at Noah. “Holy shit, dude. Youreekof omega.”
Noah froze like a deer in headlights. But of course Spencer could smell it—he was an alpha, too, and even though Noah and Eli had cleaned themselves up as best they could, Noah hadn’t had a chance to shower before heading back.
“He does?” Chase raised his head and sniffed the air, his green eyes widening under the brim of his cap. “Dude. Even I can smell it.”
That was … something. Chase was a beta. He didn’t let off any pheromones of his own, but he could smell others’ if they were strong enough. Apparently, Noah’s morning-after scentwasstrong enough.
Good thing he hadn’t made any stops along the way. He’d have scarred some poor gas station attendant for life.
Spencer’s mouth was hanging open like a true dope, his tongue piercing glinting in the kitchen light. “Did you—did you getlaid,Noah?”
“Um—”
“Shit.” Spencer sniffed the air again, making a face. “How didn’t I smell it first thing? I should have come with you. That omega I was texting with totally ghosted me. If I’d known there’d be, like, a cabin of hot coeds next door …”
Because of course that had been the reason Spencer had bailed on the getaway. He hadn’t ever quite mastered the ol’ bros before hookups rule. Too addicted to the attention he got from romantic hopefuls. Noah had every right to still be pissed about it, but after Eli … he supposed he was more grateful than anything.
Except for the wholecalling him back for no fucking reasonpart.
“Holy shit,” Spencer said again, shaking his head. “You lost your v-card.” He raised his hand for a high-five, flipping Noah off when he didn’t meet him halfway. “I thought you were too picky to, like, ever get down.”
“Don’t be a dick,” Chase scolded mildly. He caught Noah’s eye. “You met someone?”
“Yeah. An older omega,” Noah told him, glaring at Spencer when the dick let out a wolf whistle. “He was— He’s, um … Yeah, it was really good.”
It was the most inadequate description of events ever, but Noah found himself strangely tongue-tied. He would have told his roommates eventually—he was too smitten already to keep things to himself—but he hadn’t expected to have to rehash the experience quite so soon.
He should have known. They were way too in one another’s business.
Spencer tossed his bag of protein chips aside, scratching at his chest. “Whoa. He broke your brain.” He leered at Noah. “That can happen the first time, you know.”
Noah rolled his eyes. “I’m surprised you remember your first time. That was, what, a thousand omegas ago?”
“Whoa, whoa.” Spencer held up his hands. “Don’t take your morning-after regrets out on me. And I fuck all kinds, thank you very much. Omegas. Betas. Alphas. Don’t box me in like that.”
Noah barely contained another eye roll, but he wasn’t actually looking to get into an argument over Spencer’s sexual predilections. Not when there were better things to be pissed about. “I can’t believe you called it a fucking emergency that the fridge is a little warm.”
Spencer winced, looking properly apologetic for the first time that day. “Sorry, man. I didn’t know you’d find some omega babe over there.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “It’s just—I’ve already meal prepped for next week. If it goes bad, that’s, like, a week’s worth of groceries down the drain.”
Some of Noah’s annoyance settled. Money was tight for Spencer, and as much as the other alpha pretended to just fall out of bed looking carefree and gorgeous, he put a lot of effort into his appearance, including his prepped high-protein meals. He ate more like an athlete than some actual athletes did, trying to keep in peak shape. From what he’d told Noah, he’d been pretty scrawny as a kid, before he’d presented, and it seemed like he had some baggage from that.
