Page 79 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
“You can be honest with me, I don’t bite.”
“You don’t—you don’t scare me,” he says, his eyes doing that thing where they look everywhere else but at me. I swear, I think he stares straight up at the sky a couple of times, like he’s begging the universe for some sort of divine intervention.
“You sure about that?” I ask, sliding my hand down his arm until my hand is touching his, skin to skin.
He jerks his hand back, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
He glances away from me again.
“I know I was yelling a lot back in the hospital, but I promise, I’m not mad at you or anything.”
“Are you—are you sure?”
“Yeah, Milo, I’m sure. I wouldn’t say it if I weren’t.”
“Okay,” he says.
“I hate to interrupt this moment, but I’m a bit cold,” Stone says. That’s when I notice he’s only in a t-shirt. I guess the guys forgot to pack him a jacket.
“Oh shit, sorry,” I say, climbing all the way into the car, Milo following suit after me.
“Could you do me a huge favor?” Stone asks, leaning towards me and bumping our shoulders together.
“Depends what it is,” I shrug.
“Could you help me buckle my seatbelt? I can’t reach with the sling.”
Sitting next to him, I can feel the sheer strength of his body against mine. If I had three hands, they’d barely fit around a single one of his biceps. It’s ridiculous.
I shake my head, dragging myself back to reality. Stop ogling his arms and help him.
“Sure, but that’s not a big favor.”
“It’s a favor, though,” he says.
I stand, awkwardly reaching across his bulky chest and grabbing the seatbelt.
God, this isn’t helping the ogling and dirty thoughts I have running through my head.
Like how easily he’d be able to throw me around the room.
Okay, brain, shut the fuck up.
Stone coughs, shifting slightly in his seat as my petrichor scent grows thick in the enclosed space of the car.
His good hand comes to rest on his lap, angled so he’s tugging the fabric of his sweatpants in a way that instantly makes me think he’s hiding a hard-on.
I choose to ignore that.
As much as I can, anyway.
“You’ve gotta scoot a little bit so I can actually buckle you in.”
Stone shifts and I finally manage to buckle him in before sitting back down.
“Ready to go?” Killian asks from the driver’s seat.
“Yup, ready to go,” I say, doing my best to relax into my seat.
