Page 41 of Two For the Show
I relax into a chair next to Quinton, rubbing small circles on his thigh. “So, what do we need to do, Doc? Grab more panties?” God, it feels weird to say that. Like, ‘hey, Omega, can I have a couple of pairs of dirty panties so I can help our Alpha heal?’
She chuckles and stands, pulling off her dirty gloves before washing her hands, putting on new gloves, and then cleaning up her table. She disposes of everything in medical waste and sharps containers before finally pulling off the gloves for good, rewashing her hands, and following it up with a moisturizing cream.
“If you want the slower, dirty panty healing process, sure. Go nuts in my laundry basket. But I can only wear so many pairs of panties a day. I think we could all benefit from the three of us sharing a bed tonight. Skin-to-skin contact does boost pheromones for healing and dopamine for pain, and since you and I are bonded, we can both help Quinton.”
Quinton’s eyes light up. He slowly pushes to his feet, but he’s a little shaky on them. I follow him to my feet and wrap my hand around his waist to steady him. “Are you saying we get to have a naked cuddle party?”
She laughs, and I can’t ignore how beautiful she is.
Beautiful, caring, intelligent, and all mine.
“I suppose I am. Doctor’s orders.”
Chapter 17
I don’t necessarily mind getting flayedopen if it gets me naked cuddle time. I mean, it’s a good reward.
Alex appears to be trying to keep this clinical, but I think that’s her way of coping with how fast things seem to be moving between us now. Her showing up on our doorstep, letting us all sleep in her nest, having a date day with Dario, and now volunteering to cuddle up with me are all signs that she’s finally accepted her place in our pack.
I’m not going to bring it up and risk scaring her off like a deer on the side of the road, though.
Also, I didn’t miss the hint of Jude’s scent on her panties. Did they hook up? If they did, I’m going to be a little jealous that the big guy broke through her barrier before I did.
“My nest is the best place, since it has my pheromones all over it,” she says, heading to her bedroom. “Do you two need anything to eat or drink? I don’t know what you typically do after a show.”
“We could text one of the others to bring ussomething,” Matteo says, taking charge in the way only a Beta can. “They’re going to end up here anyway, if the pattern holds. Let’s get in bed for a little while and go from there. They’re still finishing the show up.”
I can’t take my eyes off of Alex as she pulls my oversized shirt, which will probably need to be replaced since I see a few spots of blood on it, over her head. She’s not wearing a bra because fate is looking out for me, and I must have done something right in a past life, so I immediately get to bask in the beauty of her teardrop-shaped breasts. They’re full and round on the bottom, making me want to gather them up and hold on tight. She’s unaware of my attention, or at least is pretending to be, as she strips off her pajama pants and pulls her basic cotton panties down with them.
I appreciate that about Alex. From what I’ve had the pleasure of seeing, which isn’t much, her underwear is practical. I’ve heard that certain types aren’t great for vaginal health, so it makes sense that a doctor is going to wear the ones that will keep her healthiest.
They could be thick, padded, slick absorbing panties that go up to her belly button, and they’d still be hot because they’re hers and every part of her is sexy—every freckle, every silvery stretch mark, every spot of hair she missed while shaving.
I want to memorize all of it.
Matteo helps me get undressed so I don’t stress the new stitches on my arm, and then guides me into the center of the bed. Alex climbs in next, and though it’s a little awkward when she wraps herself around me, I immediately feel my body relax when her thigh hitches up and lays on top of mine.
The bed dips on my other side, and a naked Matteo cuddles up. The room smells like the best bakery I’ve everwalked into. Seriously, it would win awards. Do they give Michelin stars to bakeries? They fucking should. Matteo’s buttery, flaky, chocolate pastry scent, my fried, sugary dough, and Alex’s rich cake with a hint of cherries and cream are fucking mouth-watering.
My stomach grumbles, and I laugh. “Sorry, we just smell so delicious together, it made me hungry.”
Matteo hums his agreement. “It is an excellent combination. Decadent.”
I can’t help it. My cock stiffens. I’ve got my Omega and my Beta naked and pressed against me. I am but an Alpha. I may be injured, I may be sick, but I am not dead.
Also, I’m not convinced that this hard-on wouldn’t follow me into death at this point.
The heat coming off their bodies has me squirming, aching to press myself against Alex and have Matteo touch me all over.
“Q,” Matteo hisses in my ear. “Now is not the time.”
“If not now, when?” I reply.
“I can hear you both,” Alex butts in. “We are in very small quarters here. Whispering does nothing but prove you’re trying to hide something from me.”
“Good, then we can talk about this like grown-ups.” I adjust myself into more of a sitting position, patting my chest. When neither of them moves, I throw on my most pathetic face. “Please, won’t you do a sick Alpha a favor and lie on my chest?”
Matteo huffs and Alex chuckles as they move their bodies until one rests on each pec.
