Page 49 of Their Perfect Omega

“We don’t have much of a choice since we don’t know how long her heat is going to last. We’ll need to book a car or SUV too.” Alvaro pulled out his phone and swiped it open to our schedule. “Let’s see if we can cancel or reschedule the two appearances we have for tomorrow—or I guess it’s now today—we can just say we’re sick. We won’t know if we need to cancel the concert the next night until that morning.”

“Is that what we’re going to tell management?” Avery released my arm that he was holding now that I wasn’t about to move. I mean, I still wanted to, but my bond was keeping my ass parked.

“I’ll email them, but they might want to speak to you. That will have to wait until we are somewhere... umm... quieter.” Anya put her headphones back on right as another sex sound came from the back.

“Jonathan, did you get all that?” Alvaro leaned forward so he could see into the very front of the bus.

“Got it. Anya just sent the address to me, and I’ll find a place we can safely park for the rest of the night.”

Thank fuck we had betas we could trust because I didn’t know how we’d survive otherwise. They took care of so much for us on a daily basis, and now they were helping to take care of our omega too.

“Anya?” I waited for her to pull a headphone off from one ear. “Can you message me the address we’re staying at?” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and groaned at all the messages. “Someone leaked my number again.”

“Stop giving it to knottyboppers.” Avery nudged me with his elbow. “You shouldn’t be doing that anymore anyway.”

I rolled my eyes and deleted all the text messages from chicks wanting in my pants. “I haven’t since we met Kara. Someone must be pissed I haven’t texted them back.”

“I’ll get you a new phone number in the morning. Why do you want the address? You just had to be dragged from the back room and this is the third time in six months I’ve had to change your number.” She looked at the all-mighty Alvaro, waiting for him to decide.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m going to order some shit for Kara’s nest.” I needed to do something to keep my mind occupied or I was going to lick Avery’s dick again. “Can you go wash your cock?”

He’d pulled on sweatpants, but I could still smell her on him. I wanted to smell her on me, and I didn’t understand how Alvaro could remain so calm not being back there with Kara.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to have anything delivered to the cabin.” Alvaro was texting on his phone and didn’t look up. “And I agree with Cal. Go wash your damn dick.”

“Can we not talk about dicks in front of my girl?” Jonathan snorted a laugh. “There is probably a Nest & Knot store in Portland. Place an order, and once we have a vehicle, Anya and I can go pick it up.”

Avery muttered to himself but got up. “Don’t place an order without seeing what Kara wants. It’s her nest, not yours.”

He was right, but I wasn’t about to agree with him. “It’s our nest. We’re going to use it just as much as she is.”

Avery didn’t move but swayed a bit from the movement of the bus. “You would have done the same thing, Cal.”

I didn’t look up at him because I couldn’t. There was nothing worse than seeing pain in his eyes. “Let’s just forget about it.”

Alvaro sighed and then yawned. “I think this has been hard on all of us and emotions are running high. We should talk this out, but let’s wait until tomorrow.”

Avery walked to the bunk area without another word, andI pulled up Nest & Knot’s website and got to work adding everything an omega could want to my cart.

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Sleep is a funny thing. I was epically exhausted but found myself staring at the ceiling of my bunk, wide awake.

Her scent was everywhere, like it had permeated every surface. My cock had a bit of relief when I’d jacked off to the thought of her taste and her moans of pleasure, but I was stiff as a board again.

It didn’t help that I was on one of the spare mattresses that wasn’t broken in and didn’t have my scent.

I pulled my curtain aside and looked into the hallway. The dim lights along the baseboards were on and the gentle hum of the bus’s ventilation was the only sound.

Our tour bus had eight bunks with four on one side and four on the other. Under each set of two were drawers with storage, and we used the two remaining bunks to keep things as well. Back when we didn’t have an omega, we had a bed in the back room, but this tour, we’d swapped it out at the last minute for a lounge.

I hung my legs over the side, hoping Alvaro, who slept below me, wasn’t awake as I used the edge of his bunk to get down. His curtain was wide open, and he definitely was not in there sleeping.

Avery’s curtain was closed, and above him, Tate’s hand hung out the side. Had I missed something?

After my little lapse in judgment and shopping spree, we’d gone back to the nest to find Kara and Tate sleeping soundly, Tate still buried inside her.

Lucky bastard.

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