Page 9 of Pack Apollo

"Thank you for letting me join you tonight," he says. "I'm very much looking forward to next weekend."

"Me, too," I admit. "Thanks for keeping me company."

"Anytime, Ms. Bardot, he replies, softly smiling down at me.

The corners of my lips pull up as I bid him farewell with a slight tease. "Goodnight, Professor."

I take the blanket he offers and watch as he walks away, looking back once with a smile that makes me swallow hard. Damn, that man is fine, and I don't think he even realizes it.

With a deep sigh, I gather my trash and dump it before heading back to my empty, lonely dorm room.

The next day I'm walking to my first class when my phone goes off. It's an email for a job offer for a social media manager I sent out back when the semester started. Figured it was the smart thing to do, showing up in a new town. Surprisingly, hardly any of the local businesses had any kind of online presence. There were a few, but they weren't getting any kind of traction or drawing any attention to them. Trying to get a leg up and my name out there, I sent out emails to quite a few of the local places with my resume attached. This only makes the second one I've heard back from.

As I read further down the email, it lays out in detail what the owner expects which is truly nothing more than basic. Seeing as it informs me that I'll be sent all of the material to edit as I see fit and post when I deem appropriate, I won't actually have to take the time to go record my own videos. However, it does have a clause that says that for whatever reason if I'm not satisfied with what is provided, I will be allowed to take my own. I sigh in relief, because it'd really suck to get fired for relying on someone else's tastes and/or lack of knowledge. All I have to do is sign the contract included in the attachment, laying all of this out, then filling out the form for how I'd like to be paid. The email is signed at the bottom by Sanders & Dixson Co.

The whole thing puts an extra pep in my step for the rest of the day. More than once, I find myself wanting to share thenews with someone and thinking about Palmer and Brent. After my second class of the day, I stop and almost turn the direction that'll take me across campus to Brent's classroom, but I don't. I keep walking the same way I was heading, promising myself that if it comes up this weekend that I'll tell them. It gives me more than one reason to be excited to see them in a few days.

Chapter Four

Brent

I wake up Sunday morning looking forward to the day. This whole week has felt like it's drug by. I'm going to say that Billie is partially to blame for that. Not just for the anticipation of her meeting the rest of our pack today, but also seeing her twice in class this week, having to pretend that she's nothing but another student was really difficult. I've seen her at breakfast, too, but she always comes in after I do. Since she never came to sit at my table, I assumed she wanted to keep it casual like she told us. I tried my best to not take it personally, but she has consumed my thoughts all week long. Every time I turn around, I'm either thinking of her or feeling like I can smell her sweet honeysuckle scent. I swear, I think the smell soaked through my skin and has taken roost in my brain.

Rolling over, I stretch, making my old man bones crack in a few places while scooting the blanket down my body. Billie would probably get a kick out of me calling my bones old when I just passed thirty a couple years ago. She seems to get a good laugh out of the oddest things. A flash of her chuckling at the movie the other night crosses my mind, and suddenly, the blanket rubbing against my skin becomes sensual. I imagine it's her hands running across my abs. Her lips traveling down a straight line until they reach my cock with that beautiful, dark-blonde hair tickling the outsides of my thighs.

Fisting my cock, I jerk it several times, imagining a luscious pair of red lips wrapped around it. I moan as I think of her looking up at me as she sucks me down as far as she can go then licks her way back off. She definitely strikes me as the type that'll put up some fight if she's asked to present for anyone. Mmm, I'd love to wrestle her down until she's mewling for it andthen fucking her until she's screaming my name as I knot her.

My cum shoots out in quick, hot bursts that land on my stomach. Pressing my head back into the pillow, I arch my neck out as the pleasure courses through me. Afterward, I lay for a few minutes trying to catch my breath. It's been a while since I've come by my own hand or anyone else's, either. Not since our last attempt at trying to find an omega for our pack. ‘Disaster’ wouldn't even begin to sum that experience up. Just about split our pack right down the middle, too.

Moment ruined thinking about that, I toss the blanket back and get up to take a shower. I make it a quick one, knowing I've got to get down and make breakfast before everyone gets up. Plus, at this point, it's probably not the best idea to be left alone with my thoughts.

By the time I make it downstairs, I hear stirring from a couple different rooms upstairs, letting me know that everyone is waking up. Starting a pot of coffee, I set to making breakfast. It normally takes at least an hour, because I make sure to include everyone's preferences. Cordell is allergic to dairy, so he tends to stick with organic fruit and vegetable options. Roz prefers whatever Cordell is having but isn't super picky about it. Palmer and Jake both have the appetites of teenage boys and will eat as much of anything as they can.

As the smell of coffee and food starts flooding the house, my pack trickles down to help.

"What are we so cheerful about this morning?" Roz asks, grabbing a mug and making himself a cup of coffee.

I shrug slightly, "Don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, because you always whistle while you're scrambling eggs," Cordell says, coming up on his other side to make his own cup.

"Was I whistling?" I ask, truthfully not even realizing I had been doing it.

Roz lifts an eyebrow as Jake walks in. He runs a hand through his scruffy, dark hair before going over to the sink and washing his hands. "Bro, I could hear you as I was coming down the stairs."

I shrug again, but Palmer, who arrived at some point and is leaning with his elbows on the kitchen island, snitches me out, "It might have something to do with our guest today."

Everyone goes as still and silent as statues. The only movement is Jake shutting the water off at the sink. I think they're waiting on one of us to elaborate, but I make them ask.

Roz crosses one arm over his chest as he takes a sip of his coffee. "We're going to have a guest today?"

"She's really nice and fun, too. You'll love her," Palmer offers joyfully. "She's an omega."

I watch Roz's expression shut completely down as the word leaves Palmer's mouth. His eyes cut sharply back to mine, and I refuse to drop my gaze, challenging him. Lucky for us both, Jake breaks up the moment.

"Don't you think that's something that you should've discussed with the rest of us?" he asks.

"What are the rules?" Cordell replies to him, propping himself against the counter.

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