Page 87 of Crash Course Omega
Though I can’t exactly say it’s just comfort when I can’t forget the way we’d made love. And it's worse because he's acting like nothing happened. He's business as usual, but I can't sit still. Thankfully, I’m sitting behind him again, and I can just try to focus on the scene I’m reading.
I've been longing for him, Jaxx, and Maddock all week, but I'm put out that Everest seems to be fine. It’s the first time I’ve felt awkward around him. Because I’m so insanely aware of him as he kneels down in front of Maddock’s car, his trousers stretched over his ass, his polo shirt straining over his wide shoulders as he stares at the car with the same intensity that he had with my pussy.
Everest says he needs to do extra work on the car, and that he has to focus even harder. Which means he hasn’t looked at me once since he put a coffee cup in my hands, gave me a fresh jacket, and got to work.
I just have to pretend it’s okay. I came here to talk about what happened, and open up to him about Jaxx and Maddock. And to ask him what he wants to do in the future because, after having sex like that, I really don’t have a clue. But if he's busy, I can wait.
I thought I didn’t want a pack, but Jaxx and Everest have made everything feel so alive and perfect that I’m wavering, even though there’s no plausible way we can make it work.
I sit with him for nearly an hour, and my ass is growing numb, but I don’t want to move. It feels as if I do anything, it might startle him. And I’ve disrupted him enough already since I joined the tour.
As I reach the crescendo of the script, the big moment where my character is about to launch herself into her final race. She had a bad accident near the start of the movie, and her wrist is damaged, but her mother is dying and she needs the prize money to save her.
It’s all very dramatic, and it will let me stretch my acting muscles. For the past few years I’ve focused on action roles that needed more shouting than crying, and the audience wasn’t looking for depth.
I was surprised when I first read the script, but I liked the direction it was going, except it’s hard to drum up the emotion I need to practice when I have to read the male lead’s part as well.
I become so engrossed with it that it’s only when Everest clears his throat that I realize he’s standing right over me.
“Sorry, am I being too loud?” I ask with a sheepish grin.
“No, but you don’t look comfortable,” he says, holding out his hand.
I’m not sure what he’s talking about, so I place my hand in his, loving the way he instantly blushes and snaps it back.
“I mean, give me your script,” he mumbles. “I’ll help you.”
My eyes widen as I tentatively hand it over. I never expected Everest to be the one who would help me out.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to do anything more than read the lines. You can be completely flat and monotone if you like—I basically just need someone to bounce off of.”
He nods, pulling over another high stool, adjusting himself to sit in front of me.
“What do I do?” he asks.
“So, we’re at a restaurant. My character has just beaten your character in a race, and he’s really annoyed about it. And the final race is coming. We had sex a few times in the past. We both love each other and want something more, but we also have our traumas, so it’s hard to admit, okay?”
He nods earnestly, and I suddenly don’t care about my lines, because my alpha is leaning closer to me, and he looks like he’s about to do whatever I tell him.
And all I can think about is what kind of face he might make if I got on my knees and face-planted in his crotch for real.
I squeeze my nails into my palm to stop myself from jumping on him. He offered to help me, and I need to focus on that instead of how horny I am just having him near me.
It’s like a switch has been flicked and, now that we've kissed, he’s become irresistible, and the only reason I have focused so hard on my lines is to make sure I don’t interfere with his checks as much as I do already.
“I need you to start with this line. This is the bit I'm struggling with.” I take a chance and lean forward, brushing my hair against his cheek as I point to the male lead's line half-way down the page.
The way Everest sucks in a breath is amazing, and it’s so hard not to slap my hands on his shoulders and just mount him.
From the look in his eye when I pull back, I don’t think he'd stop me.
But, we'd already taken such a huge risk when the three of us had sex in the garage before. I don’t want to put him in that kind of danger again.
“Are you ready?” I ask him, and he nods again.
I’m pretty sure his nods are going to become my new favorite thing.
He draws in a deep breath, and reads the first line.
