Page 14 of Conflicting Lyrics (Heartbreak Melody #1)

I blink a few times, then blink again, wondering if I’m in some kind of alternate universe where the book gods have blessed me with two men only an author with good taste could come up with.

But when I shake my head and find them still standing there, smirking at me like some tattooed gods, I realize… this is not a dream.

“Thank you, book gods. I’m forever in your debt,” I murmur to myself before licking my lips.

“Ah, that depends…” I speak up, finally answering their question. “What kind of help are you offering?” I bite my lower lip, loving the way their grins grow wider.

Okay, so I’m a bit of a flirt. I’m a single Omega, and these men are very much Alphas. I could be wrong, but the way they hold themselves—like fucking gods—yeah, they’re Alphas for sure.

With how similar they look, I’m going to guess they are also brothers, if not twins. Not identical, but pretty damn close.

Both stand tall, at least six feet, if not taller. Their hair is styled in similar ways—longer on the top and shorter on the sides.

There are some differences. One has a longer beard, while the other one has more of a trimmed style.

Also, one has glasses and the other doesn't.

From the exposed skin I can see, they’re probably covered in tattoos.

“When you’re done eye fucking us, we’d love for you to tell us how we can help you out,” the one without glasses teases with a chuckle.

I’m not even embarrassed. Have they seen themselves in a mirror? How can someone not stop and stare?

My lips curve into a playful smile. “Sure,” I answer, giving them both another long look, enjoying every inch of what my eyes are taking in: biker boots, dark jeans, and leather jackets.

A bad boy wet dream.

Eyes lifting to meet theirs again, I jut out my chin. “Okay, I’m done.”

They both toss their heads back, letting out deep rumbling laughs that make me very thankful that I’m far enough away so that they can’t smell just how aroused that sound makes me. My nipples press against the fabric of my bra, and I resist the urge to squeeze my thighs together.

“You're a spicy little thing, aren’t you?” he chuckles. “I like it.”

“Thanks.” I wink. They slowly approach the car. The one who’s been doing most of the talking runs a hand through his hair as he assesses it.

“Engine trouble?” His eyes flick over to mine.

“Yup. Just started to smoke, so I pulled over.”

He nods, moving to the hood of the car.

I keep my distance, still not sure what to think about the sinfully sexy strangers.

Just because my Omega instincts are demanding I get on my knees for them like a good girl, doesn’t mean I’m going to forget about the fact that I have no idea who they are.

My brows furrow as a thought filters through my mind. Attention shifting, I catch the eyes of the sexy man with glasses, who’s watching me like he just can’t help himself.

When our eyes meet, he cocks a brow, a smirk twitching on his lips.

I cross my arms and raise a brow of my own. “You two aren’t serial killers, are you?”

His eyes widen before he barks out another seductive laugh. “If I told you no, would you believe me?”

“Huh.” I nod. “I guess if you were, you wouldn’t outright admit it.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, if it’s worth anything, we are not serial killers. Just a couple of bikers who found a pretty girl on the side of the road.”

“Isn’t that how most killers find their victims?” I counter.

That chuckle again. Fuck me, I’m ready to throw all logic out the window.

What is wrong with me? I’ve never had a reaction like this to anyone before. I’ve had my fair share of Alphas, something I’m not ashamed to admit, but none of them had me in a mess like these two.

Awareness trickles down my spine, and I freeze. I swear to god, these fuckers better not be my scent matches.

Not waiting to find out, I march up to one of the big bikers until we’re toe to toe. His eyes widen in surprise as he uncrosses his arms. “Ahh.”

Locking eyes with him, I lean in, press my nose to his chest, and inhale. Fuck me, he smells good, like mint and cinnamon. My pussy might enjoy the smell of him, but my body isn’t going off like a pinball machine.

“Good. That’s good,” I murmur as I step back. Not my scent matches . I’ve never wanted scent matches before, so why am I disappointed this complete stranger isn’t mine?

“Find out what you need?” he grumbles.

Taking a step back, I nod. “Yes, I did.”

“So, do I smell?” he chuckles.

“You smell good.” I nod again.

“Thank god, because if I stunk, you would most likely decline my offer for a ride to wherever you're heading.”

“Oh really?” I smile. “You're gonna offer me a ride on your bike?”

“I don’t offer rides to just anyone, you know,” he taunts with a grin.

“What makes me so special, then? We just met, and I don’t even know your name.”

His eyes darken as he takes a step closer. My breath catches in my throat, his fingers reaching up to tuck a curl behind my ear. “Something tells me there’s a whole lot that's special about you, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to find out every single one.”

“Oh,” the word slips past my lips breathlessly. Holy fucking shit. We might not be scent matched, but this pull I feel towards him is still pretty damn powerful. “Name’s Gavin Harrison,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers down my jaw before his thumb brushes over my lower lip.

I nearly whimper as he pulls my lip down before letting it bounce back into place. “That's my twin brother, Brady.” He nods his head towards the other man.

“Okay,” I whisper, blinking up at him like a love-struck fool.

A low rumble sounds from his chest as his nostrils flare, making me aware of the fact that I’m perfuming like an overstuffed whore house.

Clearing my throat, I take a step back, shaking my head slightly to rid my mind of this damn spell he seems to have me under.

When our eyes lock, my stomach does this little swoop, nearly taking all the air from my lungs.

“Yeah, that engine is shot,” Brady announces, stepping over to us. “I’ll call one of our guys to come pick it up and take it to the shop.”

“The shop?” I groan. “I just took the damn thing in a few days ago. And now this? Fucking hell,” I sigh, closing my eyes as I tip my head back to the sky.

“Where did you go before?” he asks.

“Some place on Wiltons. Robby’s Wrench, I think it was called.”

Both of the men snort, amused by my answer.

“That's why,” Gavin says. “That place is a money pit. I wouldn’t put it past them to have known you needed more done to your car than whatever they supposedly fixed in hopes that it would break down, forcing you to spend more money than you would have in the first place.”

My lips part in shock. “You’re fucking kidding me,” I growl, my face morphing in anger. “Fucking bastards. Can you give me a ride?”

“Where to? Home?” Gavin asks.

“No. To that damn shop so I can kick the fucker in the nuts for doing this bullcrap to me. Low life scum.”

“Well, aren't you just a little spitfire?” Brady chuckles, his grin also doing stupid things to my stomach.

“Isn’t she wonderful?” Gavin says, with a smooth voice that sends a shiver down my spine.

That’s it, these two have to have some sort of magical powers because I can’t see any other reason why I’m so damn affected by them.

“She’s something.” Brady takes a long moment, his eyes trailing up and down my body.

I cross my arms over my chest. Not because I didn’t want him checking me out, but because I don’t want him to see how hard my nipples are right now.

“She can hear you, you know?” I huff, but there’s amusement in my tone.

It leaves the moment I think about how much all of this is going to cost me.

“Damn it!” I sigh heavily again. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to afford the tow and the repairs.

Do you think they can just bring my car to Calling Wood?

I can leave it in one of the student parking lots until I can get it fixed.

Just means Rick’s going to have to play taxi,” I mutter.

“Rick?” Brady’s voice deepens, taking on a darker tone.

“Yeah. He’s my guard.” I look down at the dead phone in my hand. “You two wouldn’t happen to have a phone charger on you, would you? If so, I can just call him, then you two wouldn’t even have to worry about helping me. He can handle it, and I can stop taking up your time.”

“None of this is a bother to us,” Gavin insists. “We were just getting off work and heading home for the night. That means we have nothing but time.”

“Guard?” Brady growls softly. “You some kind of famous person? Some rich prick’s little girl?”

“No,” I snort. “Sure, my dad is a prick. Well, there are more colorful things I can call him, but it’s not very ladylike of me. And, no, I’m not some famous person. Just a student attending Calling Wood University. All unmated Omegas have a guard to help keep them safe, just as a precaution.”

Gavin’s eyes spark to life. “So, what I’m hearing is… you're single?”

“He just let you go on your own?” Brady grunts.

I blink between the two of them, trying to follow two completely different conversations.

My eyes flick back to Brady. “Yes. Because I’m a twenty-five-year-old adult and I can take care of myself,” I sass him, before turning my attention back to Gavin with a smirk curling my lips. “And yes, I am single.”

The brothers share a look with one another, one that has me on edge but also fills me with a small thrill.

“Don’t worry about the money,” Brady says. “We own our own shop on the other side of town. Devil’s Auto. We’ll get it towed and fixed up for you, free of charge.”

That has me raising a brow. “Nothing in this world is free,” I state. “So what's the catch?”

A smile curves on his lips, letting me know I played right into his trap. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no to a date.”

“Sorry, brother, I already staked my claim on this one,” Gavin interjects.

“I don’t see any reason why you can’t share, brother, ” Brady counters, his eyes still locked on mine. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”