Page 48 of Crash Course Omega
Just the idea of all three of them going crazy over me has a fresh wave of slick building up.
My pussy throbs, and my nipples press hard against the inside of my suit.
As I slow the car, Jaxx is already stepping toward me.
I squeeze my eyes closed, hoping it’s not going to be as bad as I imagine.
I bring the car to a halt, and I look up. Jaxx has bounced over, and is already leaning in to unclip my belts.
“For some reason, I knew you’d be like this,” he purrs.
I don’t answer him as I jump out of the car, a wave of perfume and slick following me.
Maddock sucks in a breath, and steps forward, but Jaxx is already there.
As I pull my helmet and the balaclava off, he throws his arms around me.
“You did amazingly,” he says as he pops out my earphones.
“You were the one slowing me down,” I jokingly hiss.
He laughs against me, but holds me even tighter. From how his body stiffens and he squeezes me, I know he can smell it. But his pheromones are already washing over me. I am so high from the drive, so I melt into him just like we did before.
“Hey,” he murmurs next to my ear as I hold on tight. “You want me to take care of that for you?”
“Is that your favor?” I say, already getting hot at the idea.
“It could be. I had something more romantic in mind, but if you’d rather we continued where we left off in the airport, I could go for that too.”
I pause with my arms around him, holding him close, the weight of Everest and Maddock’s stares beating into me.
All I need to do is take Jaxx’s hand, and he’ll give me what I need.
“Okay, everyone! Good job!” my brother calls out from the other end of the hangar. “Let’s take some time to assess the performance of Jaxx and Harmony’s cars and see if we need to make any improvements.”
The second he speaks, I rip myself away from Jaxx with wide eyes.
“Are you going to tell me not to speak again? Because I kind of liked it when you slapped my hand over my mouth the last time,” he purrs. “You can even tie me up if you want to.”
I’m already flushed, but he’s making me even hotter, and I don’t want anyone else to be around me like that.
“I’m in room 203. Give me a knock if you need me.” Jaxx throws me a wink just before I dart back from him. I glance left and right, seeing if there’s anywhere I can run, but the best thing is out of the garage, where there are still reporters milling around.
Thankfully, my bodyguards make a beeline for me, carving a sharp line through the crowd.
They quickly flank me, their giant bodies walling me in as we shoot off out of the back of the garage and onto safety.
Harmony
I can’t drive like that again. If I’m going to perfume and slick every time I get into a car, I won’t be able to live it down.
I had to put up with so much being a female omega in F2, and I don’t want to deal with it again, even just training as a F1 driver or traveling with the team.
Back then, there was only one thing that really helped stop the perfume and slick: my alpha’s pheromones.
Could I even say whether it was the car or them that set me off? It was the perfect blend of alpha and machine that wound me up to the point where I’d forced my bodyguards to run me to the nearest bathroom so I could take care of myself.
Now I’m hiding in a public toilet cubicle in the Austin F1 center, bent over, my arms wrapped around myself as I clench my biceps, hoping it will be over soon.
