When I look back at Forrest, it’s the first time I really see his confidence shine through.
“Get comfy,” he says, giving me his broad back and walking toward the bathroom. I slip off the dinner jacket, but clutch it against my chest like some sort of comfort item.
Wells is already in the bed, pulling the covers back for me as I crawl in. It doesn’t smell much like Forrest right now, which is disappointing. Cleaning services must have changed their sheets, too.
I swallow thickly, knowing that I’ve just put myself in a very precarious position. I mean, I did the same when I had Forrest stay in my bed the first night I met him. But I’m in their room, there’s no security right down the hall that knows where I am. Yet, I know that I’m not in danger, that I’m safe with these two men and I’m not sure how I would describe it to someone else.
Only an Omega would understand this feeling of immediate comfort. My mom’s words ring in my head that any pack worth having would take care of my needs, and that’s exactly what they’re doing.
“Is this okay?” Wells checks in as I scoot deeper into the bed. He’s probably falling off the edge as we prepare to make enough room for Forrest.
This isn’t a pack bed, it’s going to be a tight squeeze.
“Yeah. You’re sure this is okay for you?” I ask.
“To have the sweetest smelling, most beautiful Omega sleeping in my bed nestled between me and my Alpha? It’s clearly such a hardship,” he jokes as I face him.
“I’ve never spent the night with anyone before,” I whisper the words that feel slightly embarrassing.
Wells tosses an arm over my waist, a gentlemanly distance from my ass as he pulls me closer.
“Then we’re just going to make it the best sleepover ever.”
The bathroom door clicks and Forrest strolls out in nothing but his underwear, black boxer briefs that leave little to the imagination and cling to his meaty thighs.
He wordlessly climbs into the bed, dragging himself under the covers. I’m sandwiched between the two men and I wonder if this is going to go beyond an innocent sleepover. It’s not that I’m opposed, but I don’t feel my best right now, and am I really going to give it up on the first date?
I want them to be different. I want this to mean more than using someone’s knot to get off, or rubbing against some Alpha for his delicious scent. The insecurity of only being liked for my body is another fear too. I want them to like me as a person first.
“Go to sleep, princess, you have an early morning,” Forrest rumbles. He lies on his back, the width of his shoulders taking up a good portion of the bed.
Forrest turns his lamp off behind me and when I look at Wells he’s smiling at me.
“Feeling better?” he asks.
I take a deep inhale, and hold Forrest’s coat between us.
“Much. Thank you, Wells.”
He doesn’t respond with words, just a simple press of his lips to my hairline.
Chapter 11
Claire
I’m sowarm and comfortable that I don’t want to get up as my phone blares in the distance.
“Ugh, shut up,” I groan, nestling my face even further into the best smelling pillow ever created. It’s a little firm, but perfect.
My alarm keeps going off as I blink open my eyes. My morning view is of Forrest’s chest, his arm is under my neck, and my legs are wrapped around one of his thick thighs.
I should feel mortified, right? That I basically clung to him like a koala all night? But as he smiles down at me, with his sleep rumpled hair and dark brown eyes, there’s no embarrassment to be seen.
“Morning,” he says, his voice deeper than usual.
I lick my lips, wondering how crazy my hair looks right now, as a hand splays wide on my stomach. In the haze of waking up drooling over Forrest, I didn’t realize that Wells is nestled against my back. He happily rubs the bridge of his nose against my head.
“Mmm, turn that noise off,” he says sleepily, not fully awake.