Page 10 of A Baby for the Beast
I rub the back of my neck and think about how, when I bought this car used, the guy told me I'd need to get a spare to put in the little hidey hole in the trunk. I may or may not have done that.
"So, how important is it to have a spare?"
It's his turn to look at me like I'm stupid, and maybe his expression is a little more warranted, even though he hides it quicker than I did.
"Okay, that's fine. Where are you headed? We can drop you off first, and I can come up here tomorrow with my brother and get your car back to you."
"Wait, what?" I ask, my mouth popping open slightly when he walks over to me. He ducks into the car's passenger side, reaching across to turn off the ignition, and hands me the keys. "You're just going to take me?"
"Do you feel unsafe? Jace is in the car, too. He's an alpha with a beast, but they prefer annoying me over causing trouble."
He checks my car, looking for my purse, which he finds and tosses over his shoulder. Why is that so hot? He's not holding it like it's a bag of on-fire dog shit or handing it over to me. He's just sliding it over his big, strong, sculpted-to-perfection arm.
"Do you feel unsafe?" he asks again, and I realize I've been staring at his arms for too long.
My mouth is dry as I look from those sexy biceps up to the clueless expression on his face. Am I bad at flirting? Are my pheromones not as strong as I think they are? Because he genuinely looks like he thinks I'm not down to present for him right here in the grass where the bears and the serial killers might see.
"No, I don't feel unsafe," I say, my voice a little strained because I'm so confused and horny at the same time. His inability to read my signals shouldn't make me want to jump him. They should be doing the opposite, and yet here I am, following him to his car.
Jace is already in the back, his nose scrunching as I slide inside.
"Sorry," I tell him, at least getting confirmation that my pheromones are working just fine. I've been told I smell nice, but when an omega is looking for someone to satisfy her, we can put out a lot, and I bet I'm doing just that right now. "You can roll the windows down if it'll–"
"No." Is the one-word growl we both get from Remus, who makes himself known for half a second to nix my idea of rolling down the windows.
"It's fine," Jace chuckles from the backseat, leaning his head against the back cushion. "I'm going to sleep anyway. Don't let Remus try to have all his firsts in one night."
The statement catches me off guard, but when I open my mouth to ask him what he means, Lucas opens the driver's side door and settles in. I let my eyes linger on him for way longer than is appropriate as he puts the car in drive and starts driving South. He catches me staring, the tips of his ears turning red.
It's on the tip of my tongue to ask him why Jace would make that statement, but the longer I look at him and the self-conscious way his shoulders bunch and his inability to even look at me while I'm throwing all of my 'come fuck me' pheromones at him, I'm starting to wonder just how inexperienced is he?
5
Lucas
I've never been so content and so on edge at the same time. Remi and I went from endlessly pacing our apartment every night and buying everything we could think of that she might need or like while trying to figure out how to track our omega down to having her asleep in the passenger seat of our car.
We're ready to retire right this second and spend all of our time staring at our omega for the rest of our lives. We've already spoken to the owner of our gym and have a job as a trainer and a kids' class to coach as soon as we're ready. The only thing stopping us from doing it right this second is that we have a contract for the title fight, and we don't know if our omega is going to accept us as hers just yet.
We can't stop looking at her now that she's sleeping. When she was awake, it was more challenging because she had noproblems with staring at us and letting her pheromones coat the car in a way that we're pretty sure was an attempt to seduce us. If we looked at her when she was doing that, I would've come in my pants.
It takes us longer to get to Jace's apartment above my new sister's coffee shop. Since being kicked out of his house for having a beast, Jace has been staying with my brother, Henry, and his mate, Sarah. Jace moved into the vacant apartment across the hall from them, but he still likes checking in on them and making sure they know he's okay.
"Sarah's going to be pissed when she smells me," Jace laughs as he opens the back door quietly enough not to wake the sleeping omega. I also hop out of the car, leaving it running with my door open so she knows I'm not abandoning her in a dark alleyway.
Right on cue, my brother and his mate come walking down the stairs, looking way too awake for two people who I know get up at dawn to open up the shops they live above.
Sometimes, I've been jealous of my brother. He and his beast, Romulus, found being with women easy and fun, something Remi had no interest in until Hayley. I had no interest in women until Hayley, but I was still jealous of Henry. I know what he has with Sarah is something I want. Then, almost a year after he finally bit Sarah, I scented my omega for the first time. Six months after that, I finally met her.
Henry smells all the pheromones wafting out of the car before Sarah does, and I see his eyes widen and brows shoot to his hairline. In the whole time he's known me, as in since six minutes after I was born, I've never brought a woman around. He might be able to deduce that I've never been with one either, but I'm hoping he's never had the desire. Whatever questions he has are quickly dashed away as Sarah wraps Jace in a hug, asking him how the fights went, and then screws up her nose.
"I smell exactly the same as your mate. Stop acting like it's gross," I grumble loud enough for the three of them to hear.
I enjoy needling my brother. What can I say? One of the things he and Romulus both hate is that they have the weirdest idea that their beta might want me. She doesn't. I've seen how she looks at my brother, how he looks at her. I'm never coming between them, but I do love riling my brother up. It's what twins do.
"Don't talk to her about smelling you," Henry says, pressing his lips tight as he moves his body to block my view of Sarah.
She rolls her eyes, touching his arm to soothe his worry. Unfortunately for me, there's now someone he can use to get under my skin, and he doesn't look like he's about to use that delicately.
