Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

O wen

“Fuck, what the hell happened to you?” I say, peering up from my phone to find my errant packmate lingering by the kitchen doorway. He has massive circles under his eyes and stubble on his chin.

“I didn’t sleep very well,” he mumbles.

“Tends to be the case if you don’t actually make it into your own bed. Where the hell have you been?”

“My dad’s house,” he says, yawning.

“Your dad’s h–” He steps into the kitchen and a wave of scent hits me. Not his.

Omega.

Omega slick.

Omega slick that smells like peaches.

“What the fuck?” I say leaping to my feet and knocking coffee all over the table in the process. “What the fuck happened? Why can I smell Harper all over you?”

He gives me such a sheepish look, I’d almost feel sorry for the dude if it wasn’t for the fact he’s been messing around with his step-sister, a step-sister he told us was out of bounds.

“She attacked me with a vibrator, we ended up on the floor, and then I fucked her with my fingers and made her come.”

I blink at him, rapidly, trying to piece together what the hell he just said.

“What?!” I gape at him. “I mean. What the hell were you doing over there anyway? Talk about walking straight into the path of temptation.”

“I needed to know she was okay.”

“Why?”

“That slimeball at the cook-out. We shouldn’t have left her there alone,” he says, frowning.

“And you couldn’t, you know, ask your dad if she was all right? Or call her? Send her a text? You had to go there in person?”

“I wasn’t thinking straight. I didn’t think of that.”

“Jeez,” I say, strolling to the sink and fishing out a dish-cloth. “Sounds like you were thinking with your dick and not your head.”

“It’s hard not to think with my dick when I’m around her, Owen.” He leans against the wall, looking like a broken, haunted man. “Our parents nearly busted us right in the middle of the finger-fucking. I ended up drinking a fuck-load of some sickly shit and crashing in my old bed.”

“Alone?” I ask, eyeing him.

“Alone.”

“For the whole night?”

“Yes, but it was agony. I could smell her down the hallway. All wet and sweet and fuck … she’s so beautiful when she comes. And the noises she makes.”

“Daxton,” I say, through slightly gritted teeth, “I remember clearly. It’s been ten years and I remember every single detail.” I slosh the cloth through the spilled coffee, soaking the brown liquid up. “It’s why I think–”

“She doesn’t want that, Owen.”

My hand freezes and I look up at him. “She told you that?”

“Not in so many words–”

I scoff, carrying the cloth back to the sink.

“She told me she thought it was a good idea if we saw that omega, Cindy, again,” he continues. “In fact, she was pretty much encouraging it.”

I run the cloth under the faucet, looking at him again. He looks defeated and judging by that, I’m assuming he didn’t misunderstand or misread her meaning. Harper really does want us to find some other omega. I shouldn’t be surprised – the girl’s been helping us to do just that. “Shit,” I mutter, tossing the cloth into the sink.

“It’s for the best,” Daxton says, scrubbing his hand through his hair and not sounding convinced. “Our parents nearly caught us. If they hadn’t arrived home in that moment who knows what the fuck would have happened …” He trails off and I can tell he’s imagining just what would have happened.

“Well,” I say, shaking my head, “we’ve got a lot more options than we did yesterday. My phone’s been blowing up. Omegas sending me messages left right and center. Half of them including links to their Instagram pages.” I slump down on a chair. “Daxton, I’ve seen more ass in the last twelve hours than I did the entire three months I was working in the gastroenterology department!”

“Harper has such a fine ass,” he mutters.

“Yeah, she does,” I say, then shake myself out of it. “But these other asses are just as fine. I think we get out there. Strike while the iron’s hot. What did you think of Cindy anyway?”

“Yeah, she was nice enough.”

Nice. It’s hardly enough to build a life together. But they’ve always said the best way to get over someone is to find someone else. And Daxton needs to get over Harper. We don’t want to lose another year of our lives moping over that girl. Especially if she’s made it clear she doesn’t want us.

“Great,” I say, trying to sound enthusiastic. “I’ll set up a date. Maybe one or two with the other girls who’ve been in touch, too.”

Daxton turns towards the door. “I’m going to bed.”

I watch him stumble away, taking the peachy scent of Harper with him. A scent that still has my insides churning with excitement and my cock stiffening. Even after all this time.

I try to remember what Cindy smelled like. I spent several hours in her company yesterday – fuck, I gave the girl mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. But I can’t recall it at all. Was it sweet? Floral? Fruity? No idea. In fact, I can’t remember any of the other scents from yesterday. Only Harper’s.

Yeah, we’re fucked.

And just when we finally seem to be getting somewhere with the omegas of this city.