Page 7 of Begrudgingly Yours
Two very handsome someones that I have been actively avoiding for the entire summer.
Dax and Everett walk over, both of their trays towering with food. Like a beacon, Everett’s eyes meet mine and my body breaks out into a sweat. His eyes are so dark and molten like the most decadent cake I’ve ever had. They widen slightly, just as surprised to see me.
Dax’s jolly exterior is just as prevalent as ever, his smile blinding as he takes a seat across from me. I clear my throat as discreetly as I can and look away.
I didn’t intend to avoid them for most of the summer, but what do you do when you have the best one night stand of your life and you realize there’s nowhere for it to go? It’s best to leave it at that. It couldn’t get any better and even if it could, I’m not sure I’m willing to try. Dating alphas has never been a part of my plan. I don’t have time for dating in general, but definitely not with alphas.
Not to mention, I haven’t told Stacia about my night with her mates’ friends yet. The longer I go without mentioning it, the harder it becomes. I’m not sure how to explain the lapse of judgment. They’re really good guys, but even being in the same vicinity as them causes my head to spin.
I can feel Stacia’s eyes on me, but I can’t seem to look her way. I know she’ll see it on my face, how I’ve omitted some kind of truth from her. To be honest, I’ve done a pretty wonderful job of omitting the truth from myself.
There has to be some kind of hint of anxiety in my scent, but I can’t smell anything pastthem. Dax’s dark cherry and Everett’s fresh rain scent. They’re like both of my favorite things, cherry coke and blazing rainstorms.
I swear the entanglement of both of their scents caused one of my orgasms the night we spent together. And I may be an omega… but that’sembarrassing.
After the guys speak to each other with pleasantries, it becomes quiet. I look up and realize everyone’s eyes are on me.
“What?”
Dax smiles cautiously. “I said,‘hey Rory. How are you?’”
As he speaks, his scent travels toward me. It seems to be getting stronger as he looks at me, which causes my omega to scratch at a metaphorical door as if in heat.
I squeeze my thighs together and panic. “What’s it toyou?”
The silence is deafening. Kendall’s brow raises in confusion, while Ciro looks serious for the first time since I met him.
Shit, maybe that responsewasa little bit defensive.
Stacia’s shocked reaction cracks me like a whip. I can feel her stare like a laser on the side of my face but my gaze stays on Dax, refusing to show her how much these two are affecting me right now.
The blond alpha isn’t deterred though, he just keeps a light smirk and ruffles his hair. “You looked like you saw a ghost. I just wanted to see how you were.”
Great, now he’s calling out my weirdness. As if I needed it to be spoken out loud. My response is said through gritted teeth. “My summer was busy. Lots of working. How was yours?”
“It was good. I had to force this one to go to the gym with me to keep in shape during the off-season.” He elbows Everett in the side and laughs, and it may be a bit weird but their comfortability with each other only makes me feel even more anxious.
I find it extremely hot when two men can be as close as these two are. They’re blatant about how much they care about the other, and that’s something rare in male friendships. It makes me feel some type of way that I’d rather not dissect right now. Or maybe ever.
Everett pushes Dax back playfully. When he catches mewatching their exchange, he gives me a shy smile. I can almost see the memory of our time together playing behind his eyes. I know he’s thinking about it, too.
The way they manipulated my body together… the way they took turns, reading each other’s movements and giving me exactly what I needed. Not only that, but the moments in-between… having leftover pizza from their mini fridge, watching clips of some adult cartoon on and off as we caught our breath, laughing effortlessly.
It was intimate, comfortable… and fucking terrifying.
Because Idon’tdate alphas.
Everett’s smile is kind, but there’s also a hint of worry. I realize why when I breathe in, noticing that my scent has gone ashen, the fear within floating outward like a flare.
Sometimes I really despise being an omega. The uncontrollable hormones and unpredictable scent patterns are way too much to handle. Betas don’t have this hard of a time controlling their emotions and they certainly don’t have them on display 24/7. It’s frustrating. Maybe I don’t want everyone to know what I’m feeling andwhenI’m feeling it.
Ever the oblivious party, Ciro changes the subject and asks the guys about their upcoming hockey season. I’m thankful, but I still can’t relax because of how my best friend is tensed up beside me. Stacia goes to put her hand on my shoulder but I jump up out of my chair instead.
“I should get to class,” I announce as I pick up my tray of barely eaten food.
“Rory—” Stacia starts, but I’m already turning away.
“I’ll text you later,” I mutter as I walk as fast as I can to the trash before darting to the exit.
