Page 67 of With A Little Luck
I wonder if I could pin him to the wall and hold him in place long enough to satisfy the urge to smell him. He might not even fight it if I tried. He might draw the line at licking, though.
“Can I have your T-shirt?”
“Are you okay, Quincy?”
“Yeah, there’s this whole thing with pregnant omegas needing alpha pheromones and semen,” I blurt out, and my cheeks heat. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” I shake my head, but he’s still holding on to my chin.
Why isn’t my brain working?
I know what I want to say, but when I open my mouth, nothing seems to come out right.
The door next to my bedroom opens, and Trigg pops out. I can only see him out of my peripheral vision, but Ridge loosens his grip on my chin when he notices I’m struggling to get a look at what’s happening.
Ridge growls. “Fuck off, Trigg.”
“No.” Trigg is still in the same dress shirt and dark jeans that he was in earlier, but he strides closer with a small pile of laundry tucked under one arm.
My eyes widen, and I whimper. “Is that for me?”
Trigg’s face softens, and he nods. “All for you, angel. Stick it under your pillow or cuddle it like a teddy bear.”
Ridge sighs, runs his thumb over my cheek, and steps back.
“It’s much more serious than she’s letting on.” Trigg comes to a stop at our sides. “Omegasneedcertain things from alphas togrow a healthy baby.” He looks at me poignantly. “And to keep themselves from becoming ill.”
I’m not proud of the fact that I pivot, snatching the laundry from his hold. Before I can stop myself, I’ve got my face buried in the small pile, attempting to sniff out which piece is the smelliest.
“This is the first I’m hearing about this,” Ridge growls. “Why exactly is this the first time I’m hearing any of this?”
“We just reconnected today,” I say, but it’s muffled by Trigg’s clothing.
“You need rest.” Trigg quirks an eyebrow.
“That we can agree on,” Ridge mutters. “We all need a good night’s sleep. We can reconvene in the morning.”
It takes everything in me to pull the clothes away from my face, but I nod. “I am exhausted. Thank God I don’t have to work tomorrow.”
“And on that note, I’m going back to my room.” Trigg spins around and heads off. He grumbles something under his breath that I can’t make out, but I’m distracted by Ridge.
He shoves my hair behind my ear and bends, kissing my forehead. “You know where to find me if you need me. I get it. We’re not there yet, but don’t be stubborn. If you don’t feel well, I need you to make sure you let Hartley take care of you.” He quirks an eyebrow. “You understand?”
I nod, and my chest gets tight. I hate the distance between us. I’m just not sure how to go about fixing it.
“Sleep well, Quincy.” He teases the backs of his fingers over my cheek and strides down the hallway.
It sucks watching him walk away.
If my instincts had their way, I would have Hart, Trigg, and Ridge locked away in the nest. Omega impulses don’t always understand the intricacies of modern society. They’re much more animalistic than I am.
Shaking my head, I push off the wall and let myself into the bedroom I’m sharing with Hart.
I get Trigg’s laundry snuggled under my pillow, visit the bathroom, and climb in bed next to Hart.
The sexy alpha immediately cuddles closer to my front. “Missed you,” he mumbles sleepily, planting a hand on my hip.
Even the small point of contact makes me smile. It doesn’t take long for me to get settled, and I’m almost asleep when the baby starts to move. Even after all this time, it still surprises me. It’s weird to feel my skin bounce as she wiggles and rolls. Sometimes her movements keep me awake, but I’m just exhausted enough to ignore it.
I’m either dozing or just about there when Trigg’s scent gets even stronger.
