Page 34 of Two For the Show
“We’re watching‘Knot What You Expected,’” she tells me. “Have you ever watched it?”
Have I watched it? It’s my guilty pleasure show. Not even Dario knows that I binge-watch it whenever I get a chance. I know he’d tear into me for it.
But for some reason, it spills out of my mouth. “Yeah, it’s one of my favorites. What season is this?”
Her face lights up, and over her shoulder, I see Dario’s eyes widen in surprise. “Season two! This is the episode where Syder has convinced Jorge that she’s an Omega, not a Beta.”
“Oh, that one is brutal. I can’t believe that he-”
“Shh!” she says, throwing her hand over my mouth. It’s warm, and her sweet scent fills my nose and makes me want to squeeze my twitching cock. “Don’t spoil it for Dario.”
“Yeah, Dex, don’t spoil this show that I hadno ideayou watched until now.” I can hear the threat to make fun of me in his voice. The only reason why he’s not is that Alex likes the show, too.
I settle back onto the couch as Alex bumps the volume up on the television. As the host talks about how Syder has spent the past two years tricking Jorge into thinking she’s an Omega, I find myself moving closer and closer to the Omega beside me.
After my dad killed my mom, I avoided every Omega that came near me like the plague. In school, I would refuse to participate in group projects when an Omega wasassigned to mine, taking a zero if the teacher wouldn’t reassign me. So when I heard that Alex was joining the troupe, I wanted nothing more than to get her run out of here. I wasn’t going to do it myself because I didn’t want to be near her, but I wouldn’t have complained if Jude sent her packing.
But something is different about her. She’s not what I grew up fearing.
When you have a traumatic event at such a young, formative age, it shapes the way you view the world. In one day, one hour, one minute, I went from being a bright-eyed kid obsessed with my father to a jaded, broken child. My innocence bled out of me at the same speed as my mom did on the floor.
The scent of rich black forest cake fills my nose and yanks me out of the dark journey my brain was threatening to send me on. I turn to my right and see Alex has shifted closer to me, her head resting on my shoulder, and her fingers intertwined with Dario’s.
She’s lying on me.
My heart stutters in my chest.
I can’t believe she’s lying on me.
And then a soft snore leaves her, and I realize she’s fallen asleep, and maybe she didn’t mean to rest her head on my shoulder after all.
Dario catches my eye. “She’s still sick. I forgot about it for a little bit. But I think she’s getting better. It doesn’t seem as bad as it was yesterday.”
“How can you tell?” We’re keeping our voices low so as not to wake her, but she doesn’t even move when I speak.
“We fooled around, and after, she ate a second lunch. I think it’s a good sign that her appetite is returning. Plus, her skin looks healthier. I don’t know how to describe it. She smells better, too.”
“You fooled around?”
My brother’s cheeks pinken, and he brushes his hair behind his ear. “Well, I don’t like to kiss and tell…”
“You love to kiss and tell.” I’ve heard stories about the Betas he’s brought to his trailer after shows for damn near a decade. I may have been a virgin before I met Alex, but Dario certainly wasn’t. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
“You’re right, I do. But feels weird to do it about her.”
“Fair.”
She exhales softly and shifts, allowing more of her body to rest on top of mine. I freeze, unsure what to do with the sleeping Omega I fought so hard to stay away from. Dario senses my discomfort and chuckles under his breath.
“She’s an Omega, not a bomb. You can relax, Dex.”
“What if she wakes up and is upset I’m touching her?” Holy shit, are Omega pheromones a truth serum or something? I would never normally say that. There is no way Dario is going to let this go.
But he doesn’t make fun of me like I expected him to.
“Dex, she needs us. She doesn’t seem to have the same hang-ups about being touched by us as she did before. Maybe it’s because we are her scent matches, or maybe she feels more comfortable with us now. Either way, I think you’re okay. She did suck your cock.”
The memory of that day makes my pants uncomfortably tight. “Like I could forget.” It’s nearly impossible for me to move into a better position with the way she’s lying on me without jostling her too much, but I try my best.
