Page 39 of Follow Your Instincts (Fairview City Omegaverse)
Maggie
O f all the things I expected to see when I arrived back at the house, Ben basically on top of Lachlan, both of them panting and their scents swirling enough to make me faint, was not one of them.
Well, maybe that wasn’t entirely true. My mind conjured up the image of Lachlan’s hand cupping Ben’s ass just a few hours ago.
By the way I was perfuming, and the wetness already gathering between my legs, my inner Omega was more thrilled than surprised.
Their scents were so thick in the room that I felt like I was drowning.
Like some kind of watermelon cocktail, and I was already tipsy.
“Hi?” I squeaked. “Sorry for interrupting, I’ll just go… back downstairs.”
Ben hopped up, laughing. “What exactly did you think you were interrupting?”
Lachlan dropped his head down to the mat and took a deep breath. I looked between the two of them and smiled. “I mean, you are both sweaty and half-naked...”
“Poor Lachlan has just been tortured, I mean trained, by the best personal trainer in Fairview,” Ben said, stepping closer. “It was leg day,” he stage-whispered. “Take it easy on the old man.”
“I fucking heard that,” Lachlan growled from the mat. He rolled onto his side and gave me a crooked smile.
“Well, that’s disappointingly boring,” I said. My mind was not ready to give up the mental image of the two of them together on the mat in a different way. And it seemed like the two Alphas in the room had noticed.
“What could have you so worked up, sweetheart? You are really perfuming.” Ben pulled me in for a sweaty hug before I could escape.
“Ahhh, you’re disgusting!” I yelped, wiggling in his arms.
“Ben, quit manhandling her, she’s got broken ribs,” Lachlan said, finally rolling up to his feet.
“Actually, about that…” I said, and peeked out at Lachlan from under Ben’s sweaty armpit, which I definitely wasn’t also sniffing. “Turns out I’ve been such a good girl, taking it sooo easy, that I’m basically all healed up!”
“Maggie,” Lachlan growled warningly, coming to stand next to Ben.
“Okay, well, not totally healed,” I said reluctantly. “But heal ing and I’ve been cleared for ‘any activity that doesn’t make my pain worse.’ The doctor mentioned light jogging,” I said.
“Ooh, so what’s the sex equivalent of a light jog?” Ben said.
Lachlan scowled at him. “And if I ask Lucas, he’ll say the same thing?” he asked me.
“Yes!” I said, indignantly.
He tugged me gently out of Ben’s arms and wrapped me in an equally sweaty embrace. The strength of his scent had my legs feeling like jelly. “I’m glad to hear that, Maggie,” he said into my ear. Tingles danced across my scalp, and heat flashed between my legs.
Ben moved in closer behind me and was softly stroking my back, up to my neck where he placed a slow kiss. Lachlan dragged his nose along my jaw to find my lips and he grazed them with his own. My brain was short circuiting from their closeness and their scents.
I was pretty sure I’d died and gone to heaven when all of our phones buzzed. My heart fluttered when I checked the notifications. I’d been added to the pack group chat.
I have news and it’s not good , Soren had written.
Another message: They’re calling Maggie and me in to testify at some bullshit IA hearing.
“What is IA?” Ben asked me aloud.
“Internal Affairs,” I said. “That fucker Sergeant Broad that interviewed me is in charge of the investigation into Phillips.”
“You’re obviously not going,” Lachlan growled.
When? I asked in the group chat.
It doesn’t matter because she’s not going , Lachlan replied. I glared at him.
Two days from now, Soren answered. I’m almost home, we’ll discuss in a few.
“I have to go if we want to stop Phillips from hurting anyone else,” I said to Lachlan, standing my ground.
“He assaulted you twice and is holding a Beta hostage in his home with his unregistered pack that committed a violent burglary,” he said. “It’s not safe for you.”
“I’ll be in a police precinct, maybe even a fucking court room,” I shot back. “He can’t hurt me there.”
My phone chimed with another notification. Ben had changed the group chat name to “Maggie’s Angels” with the baby angel emoji. I laughed in surprise.
“Let’s stop fighting, please. Things were just starting to get good. I still really want to know what the sex equivalent of jogging is,” Ben said.
“Can I read what you guys wrote about me before I joined the chat?” I asked him as we walked downstairs.
“We are all gentlemen. We’d never use the group chat for something so crass,” Ben joked, imitating Lachlan’s best disapproving voice.
But then he scrolled up and found a selfie he’d sent to the group wearing the running clothes he’d worn the first time we kissed in the park, smiling and giving a thumbs up to the camera.
We totally made out!!! The message below read.
I laughed again and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Can you please do a sex jog with me later?”
“As soon as Dad’s done being grumpy,” Ben replied, and Lachlan turned to glare back at us. We exchanged looks and giggled.