Page 19 of Fourth Base with the Alpha
“Layla likes her,” Ash says, then lowers his voice, gaze flicking to the door. “She finds her easier to deal with than Kim.”
“That’s not saying much.” West grins.
I frown at my reflection. Seems everyone else knows my girlfriend better than I do. Fucking great.
I button up the shirt and adjust the collar. Then frown harder, trailing my fingers down the front of the material.
“It’s fucking creased.”
“It looks great, man.” Trey slaps me on the shoulder.
“It doesn’t.” I’m not an idiot. I know Isabella and I are going to have our photograph taken more times tonight than there are stars in the fucking universe. And in every single one there I’ll be, hovering by the beautiful woman with creases down the front of my fucking shirt.
I can hear my father's voice in my ear now, muttering his disapproval.
I wonder what type of man the omega usually goes for. If he’s a smaller, more friendly type than me. Someone like West who can make the whole room erupt in laughter. Or someone like Ash who charms everyone he encounters. Or someone like Trey who people open up to.
I doubt she’d ever look twice at an antisocial neanderthal like me.
“So,” West says, standing up and inspecting the front of my shirt, undoing the top button as he does, “what’s it like being with an omega again after all this time? It’s good, huh?”
I step away from him and refasten that button.
“It’s good.”
Ash laughs this time. “Good? It’s fucking awesome, right?”
Trey shakes his head. “To be in your fucking shoes man. It’s been so long since I tasted omega pussy, since I knotted omega pussy.”
My fists curl by my sides. Is that why he spent time talking to Isabella? Was he hoping to climb inside her panties?
I inhale deeply, forcing my shoulders to relax. I’m so fucking tense and this conversation isn’t helping, especially now they’ve got me thinking about tasting Isabella’s pussy. Something I’ve been trying my damn hardest to avoid imagining.
“And the early days,” Ash continues, “when you can’t keep your hands off each other? When you’re jumping each other’s bones like your life depends on it? Man …” He shakes his head. Ash has a new baby and big circles under his eyes these days. I don’t think he’s doing as much screwing as he used to – although I’m pretty sure by the fucking irritating and smug smirk on his face most days that less screwing is still a hell of a lot more than I’m doing.
“If he’s having that much sex, why the hell is he still a miserable asshole?” West asks.
“I’m only a miserable asshole when you lot are acting like fucking teenagers. You think I’m going to start laying out the details of my love life with my new girl? You think girls like you talking about that shit?”
“Relax, Hunter,” West rolls his eyes. “I don’t actually want to hear the details of your wacko tantric sex practices.”
I growl at him and he lifts his hands up in surrender. “I’ll go see if the ladies are ready,” he offers, sensing I’m on the edge.
I don’t particularly like the idea of West rocking up outside Isabella’s room and earning an eyeful of her in her underwear.
“I’m happy for you, man,” Trey says for about the tenth time already today. He’d like an omega of his own and I feel like the asshole West says I am for lying to him. But Kim’s right. These dudes cannot keep their mouths shut. I’m still stunned we managed to keep our alpha statuses hidden from the world for as long as we did. Although that’s probably more down to Kim’s ability to mop up our mess than this band’s ability to keep quiet.
I take another disgruntled look at my shirt. The stylist trimmed my beard and styled my hair earlier and it all looks too short for my liking. I brush my fingers through the bristles on my chin, undoing all her good work, letting the strands scrape across my fingertips.
Trey and Ash have moved on to talking about tonight’s award and who they consider to be our main competition. I tune out, yanking my phone out of my pocket instead, and scrolling through the text messages Isabella sent me this morning.
I reread them for about the hundredth time.
Hey Hunter. It’s me Isabella.
I was thinking about what Kim had to say about being better choreographed this time. I had some ideas!
So …
