Page 25 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)
Milo walks me over to the other side of the car so we’re not crawling over Stone to get to our seats.
“Thank you, you’re such a gentleman,” I say, when he opens the door for me.
The blush that appears on his cheeks burns red, highlighting his freckles.
“Th—thanks,” he stutters.
I grip his arm as I move to pull myself into the car and he lets out a startled, sharp inhale.
I freeze, my gaze dropping to where we’re touching.
“Do I scare you, Milo?” I ask him, my brows drawing down in concern.
Dammit, looks like all the conversations in the car have stopped. They should mind their own business.
“Ye—I mean, no,” he shakes his head vigorously.
“You can be honest with me, I don’t bite.”
“You don’t—you don’t scare me,” he says, his eyes doing that thing where they look everywhere else but at me. I swear, I think he stares straight up at the sky a couple of times, like he’s begging the universe for some sort of divine intervention.
“You sure about that?” I ask, sliding my hand down his arm until my hand is touching his, skin to skin.
He jerks his hand back, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
He glances away from me again.
“I know I was yelling a lot back in the hospital, but I promise, I’m not mad at you or anything.”
“Are you—are you sure?”
“Yeah, Milo, I’m sure. I wouldn’t say it if I weren’t.”
“Okay,” he says.
“I hate to interrupt this moment, but I’m a bit cold,” Stone says. That’s when I notice he’s only in a t-shirt. I guess the guys forgot to pack him a jacket.
“Oh shit, sorry,” I say, climbing all the way into the car, Milo following suit after me.
“Could you do me a huge favor?” Stone asks, leaning towards me and bumping our shoulders together.
“Depends what it is,” I shrug.
“Could you help me buckle my seatbelt? I can’t reach with the sling.”
Sitting next to him, I can feel the sheer strength of his body against mine. If I had three hands, they’d barely fit around a single one of his biceps. It’s ridiculous.
I shake my head, dragging myself back to reality. Stop ogling his arms and help him.
“Sure, but that’s not a big favor.”
“It’s a favor, though,” he says.
I stand, awkwardly reaching across his bulky chest and grabbing the seatbelt.
God, this isn’t helping the ogling and dirty thoughts I have running through my head.
Like how easily he’d be able to throw me around the room .
Okay, brain, shut the fuck up.
Stone coughs, shifting slightly in his seat as my petrichor scent grows thick in the enclosed space of the car.
His good hand comes to rest on his lap, angled so he’s tugging the fabric of his sweatpants in a way that instantly makes me think he’s hiding a hard-on.
I choose to ignore that.
As much as I can, anyway.
“You’ve gotta scoot a little bit so I can actually buckle you in.”
Stone shifts and I finally manage to buckle him in before sitting back down.
“Ready to go?” Killian asks from the driver’s seat.
“Yup, ready to go,” I say, doing my best to relax into my seat.
Killian pulls out of the parking lot of the hospital and some of the tension in Stone’s body instantly melts away.
The guy must seriously hate hospitals. Maybe I’ll ask him about that later. I’m never going to push him into telling me something he’s not ready for yet, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.
Wait a second.
Something he’s not ready for, yet ?
Yet?
I’m so screwed.
I’m already adding “yets” to my interactions with this pack.
I try and take a deep breath to calm myself, but I’m sandwiched between Stone and Milo in the backseat. Or I guess I should I say I’m pressed up against Stone because he’s massive, and Milo is shoving his body towards the door as much as he possibly can.
It’s a bit hard to think, with Stone’s spicy pepper scent to my right and Milo’s gunmetal scent to my left.
“You don’t have to be afraid of touching me,” I whisper to him, gesturing for him to relax.
He stares at me, his slightly panicked gaze darting between my eyes as if he’s trying to gauge whether I’m telling the truth.
“I don’t want to do something that you’ll regret later,” he whispers back.
My brows draw down in confusion. Regret later? We’re just sitting next to each other, it’s not like I’m in high school, giving it up to him in back of the car.
That, I do regret.
With Nate, my ex-boyfriend, not with Milo. I haven’t given it up to Milo in the backseat of a car.
Why the hell am I so spacey today? I keep on thinking about bullshit I shouldn’t be thinking about.
“Seriously, it’s fine,” I say. “It’s a bit of a tight fit, with all of us in the backseat. You don’t need to try and become one with the door.”
Milo hesitantly relaxes into his seat, his eyes darting to me every time our bodies touch.
First, it’s our knees.
He freezes, then glances to me.
Then it’s our thighs.
His breath catches in his throat.
Next, it’s our arms.
Another glance.
I offer him a small smile, and he responds with an adorable, hesitant grin of his own.
I know then and there that I’m going to try and get a full smile out of the guy. First step, though? I need to figure out what about me freaks him out so much.