Page 49 of Crash Course Omega
There’s nothing I can do except hide and wait. If I come out with people still milling around; staff, crews, people from the cast, even just racing fans, and most especially my brother, they will all start looking at me the same way they used to in F2.
For most drivers, having their mates and omegas around was fine. But in the past, nobody knew Maddock and I were together. And he was usually busy with his own races, so I had to resort to scent-blocking spray.
I squeeze the bottle in my shaking hand. I’ve already emptied it all over myself, but it hasn’t helped.
Yanking my panties down and spraying them with so much scent-blocking spray that I might as well have just gone commando never got better. It's even more embarrassing when I’ve already exposed myself to the garage.
My bodyguards have to put up with so much…
Even after all the F1 offers came in, there was still speculation that I’d used something other than my skill and my family’s reputation to get them.
And that’s what Maddock never understood. No matter how hard I worked, how much I pushed myself to breaking point, I'd never be good enough for some people. Including him. And seeing him brings up all those feelings up again, especially after climbing out of my car like that.
That’s what acting gives me. It means I don’t have to do this. To hide myself away and stuff my face in Everest's first jacket to try to get any of the pheromones he’d left on there.
I have an emergency bag for situations like this, and Everest’s jacket went straight in there as soon as I ‘forgot’ to give it back to him. I hung the coffee-stained one up in my room for later.There’s also a change of clothes in my bag, but I have to wash and take care of myself before I put them on.
But my bodyachesafter getting out of that car. And it isn’t just the force of the speed of going up to 250kmph.
I want them. All I have to do is say the word, and the three of them would have followed me.
Even if Maddock hates me, and I still don’t know for sure if Everest actually wants me, my omega senses make me believe I can have them all. Especially Jaxx. He’d come and help me without a second thought.
I groan as another wave of lust surges through my body. I can’t stop thinking about it. No matter how much of a professional I try to be, the idea of all three of them cozying up with me in this tiny cubicle and showering me with their pheromones has heat burning through me.
I don’t want my omega senses to control me. I told myself I would never let that happen again, no matter how strong the alphas who try to mess with me are.
I groan as I know what I have to do.
If I don’t come at least once, my perfume won’t stop. It’s a problem whenever I get too turned on. And most of the alphas I’ve been with in the past never really did the job better than I could. Except Maddock.
I bite my lip as I tug at the zip under my neck. The perfume has built up inside my suit and, as I unzip it down to my stomach, it rolls out of me like a cloud. I nearly cough because it’s so strong.
I wear a full-body warmer under my fireproof racing suit, and I tug at the back of it. I tear at the buttons so it falls over my shoulders so I can pull my arms out and expose my bra.
I tear the Velcro straps of my boots, kicking them off to push the suit and underlayer off over my feet.
Whimpering, I roughly grab my nipple. I’m wearing an extra-thick padded bra to help against the sharp, cold air thatpenetrates my suit as I drive, but I still need that bite of pleasure to help me get off.
It’s how Maddock used to make love to me. While I clung to him, he would travel down my body, gripping me hard, roughly sucking and licking everywhere until I was so tender that it would take one nudge to push me over the edge.
I shudder as I pinch, and more slick rolls from me.
I groan as the suit falls away, and my ass hits the toilet seat as the scent of slick blooms around me.
Strawberries and cream fill the air, and I sigh as I relax my body, finally free of that tight uniform.
My hand trembles as I reach down. I jerk as my fingers press against my pussy, and a bolt of pleasure shoots through me.
My panties are absolutely soaked, and my finger creases my clit, and I find the tiniest bit of relief.
It would have been so much easier if I'd accepted Jaxx's offer.
As I think of how Jaxx could help me, my imagination runs out of control.
It’s like I can hear Jaxx’s voice whispering in my ear again. And his playful kisses, and the way his hands would roam my body and squeeze my ass as he held me close like the first time we met.
I groan again, my mind jumping to the way Everest ripped my clothes off and desperately ran his hands over the tops of my breasts again and again until I had to force him to stop or I was going to perfume.
