Page 60 of Begrudgingly Yours
I make a fake gagging sound and he burst out into laughter.
“Alright, let’s get this freaking thing over with,” I say as we round to the drama building.
“It’ll mostly be Romeo and Tybalt scenes today. Hopefully it’ll be a break for you.”
I go to nod just as I see two figures at the front of the building. Their bulky frames look so out of place and it makes me suppress a smile.
“What are your two knucklehead pack mates doing here?” I ask, going for casual.
“They must be here to see me,” he says but his famous smirk is back.
Dax and I lock eyes and it transports me back to that bathroom at Alpha Xi. The possession in his eyes, the soft way he touched me, the way his mouth…
Yeah, I need to stop thinking about that. My omega is a ticking time bomb. I squeeze my thighs together at the memory and then try to let it go.
We haven’t seen each other since. After we left the bathroom at the party, we both got lost in the crowd. And after, Opal found me and needed to go home. Her omega was whining up a storm and she was struggling to get it under control. I knew I’d have a chance to talk to them again, and taking care of my friend was more important.
But now it’s been four days and the time we had together is still so prominent in my thoughts. It’s replayed over and over the past few days, and I may or may not have fantasized what it would be like to have all of them in that way.
The first threesome I had with Dax and Everett quickly flashes through my head and, once again, I shut it all the way down.
They both give me happy glances, their eyes piercing and steady as Jett and I walk to them. “Funny running into you two,” I say.
“We have practice tonight, but we wanted to see our pack mate first,” Everett replies, but there’s a gleamin his eye.
“It’s a good thing we ran into you, actually,” Dax interjects as he pulls something out of his jacket pocket. The familiar shape of a soda bottle appears and I only let my jaw drop a little bit.
He hands me the Cherry Coke and I narrow my eyes at their smug faces. “Is this a setup?”
The way that Dax feigns innocence over the situation would make you think he was the actor of the pack. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We just wanted to see our pack mate.”
I look over at said pack mate and see that he has a huge grin on his face, not trying to hide his amusement at all.
“Hm… and you just happen to have my favorite drink on hand? How convenient.” A shiver falls over me at the way the cold bottle feels in my hand alongside the November air. He must have just bought this from the tiny refrigerator in the dining hall for it to still be this cold.
“Maybe it’s my favorite drink, too.”
I scoff at him but before I can reply, Dax gets a heated look in his eye. “I’m being serious, it’s quickly becoming my favorite.”
My cheeks flush quicker than I’d like at his obvious euphemism. I accept the coke just so the not-argument between us can end. “Well, we’re going to be late,” I say quickly while going around them.
“Have a good rehearsal,” I hear and assume Everett is saying it to Jett, but when I turn to look at them, he is watching me. I give him a small smile, feeling conflicted by the attention I am getting from all of them.
Maybe I’m not ready for all three of them in the bedroom. I am a blubbering, shiveringmessright now.
“I’ll see you guys later,” Jett says to them and then escorts me inside with a hand on the small of my back. I try my bestnot to look back, but the yearning of it wins out and I sneak a glance. They’re both watching and my face heats up all over again.
Jett wasright that I wouldn’t be doing a lot today. Besides going through the beginning party scene once or twice, Professor Chapman mainly focused on perfecting the scenes with Tybalt and Mercutio.
The awkwardness from a few weeks ago seemed to disappear. Jett and I worked seamlessly together once again, relishing in our chemistry to make the scene as romantic as it can be. Without my logical side fighting me, I fully embodied Juliet’s excitement at the discovery of her scent match and—even though I hate to admit it—it did make a difference with the tone of the scene. One that’s a lot more dreamy and relatable for the audience.
Even though I wasn’t getting singled out by our professor, Nicole seemed to have a general issue with my existence. Her eyes practically made a hole in the side of my head from the laser focus she was giving me. Anytime Jett made me laugh or sought me out to sit next to me in the audience, I caught a stray mean mug from her out of nowhere.
She was really starting to piss me off.
On our way out, Professor Chapman praised us both and told us how great we’re doing. It was good to hear after weeks of disappointing him. I was on such a high that even Nicole eyeing Jett’s hand on the small of my back as we left the theater didn’t bother me or my omega one bit.
My good mood carried all the way out of the parking lot. I order a cab and grin from ear to ear when I notice that Jett is still standing with me so I don’t have to wait alone.
