Page 21 of Knot Enough (Fruity Omegas #1)

G abriel

Finn and Sorren decided I needed to be blindfolded while we headed to our date location.

I don’t think they realized how much that action would turn me on.

Between their scents, the fabric against my eyes, and Graham being an absolute villain, I was on edge.

I had plans to seduce Graham into finally taking the leap with me tonight, but Sorren and Finn made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.

Plus, Lydia and Graham needed some time alone together.

This stupid wine and dine excuse wasn’t working on me.

I saw his expression and that damn smug look on his face as he watched the realization come over me.

I wanted to punch him and fuck him at the same time. Sorren groaned as my scent increased.

“Gab, if you keep smelling like that, then I might have to cut this date short, " he complained in a low, husky voice. I crossed my legs, desperate for some relief.

“At least I’d finally be getting some,” I complained. I hated how pouty I sounded. Finn chuckled from the driver’s seat. The car we chose to ride in had a sunroof, which Finn had opened as soon as we got into it, as well as his window.

“If you're on your best behavior today, we might help you with that problem of yours.” He said noncommittally. I perked up at his comment.

“You promise?” I asked, anticipation entered my body. Sorren groaned again.

“You two are killing me,” Sorren complained.

Finn laughed. I thought several minutes passed by before we finally parked the car.

I heard Sorren and Finn unbuckle their seatbelts and open their doors.

Within seconds, my own door was open, and my seatbelt unbuckled by Sorren.

He held my hand and guided me out of the car with his other hand at my waist.

“Can I finally take this off?” I asked with a huff. I crossed my arms while I waited for their answers.

“One sec,” Finn said. I smelled Sorren and heard him move in front of me.

I felt his hands touch my face as he removed the blindfold.

With the fabric off my eyes, I looked past Sorren to see where we ended up.

The building in front of me was small and a little rustic-looking.

It had a bright neon sign showing a bowling ball and pins.

I noticed that the parking lot looked almost empty.

“Should I be worried?” I asked, quirking my eyebrow up. I motioned to the empty parking lot. “Are you planning on killing me and hiding my body here?” I questioned. Finn shook his head while Sorren laughed.

“No, we rented the place out. No killing happening today.” Sorren said, wiping his eyes from laughing so hard.

“Shame.” I huffed and shook my head. Excitement filled my body.

I loved bowling. At one point, I thought about making it my career in life, but when I presented as an omega, I reconsidered.

If I’d truly loved bowling, I would have continued it, but the excitement and ambition left me when my mom passed.

I realized at her funeral that bowling was something my mom and I did to be close to each other.

Now that she was gone, I didn’t want that constant reminder of the past to be in my life.

But, I still had love for the game and always will.

“Let’s get inside, you troublemaker,” Finn said, shaking his head.

He grabbed my hand and guided me toward the building.

I rolled my eyes but let him guide me. Sorren caught up to us and wrapped his arm around my waist, keeping me close.

The inside was quiet. A few employees were waiting around, but no one else.

“Did you really have to rent the place out? I would have been fine just renting a lane.” I commented as we got our bowling shoes.

“We figured we would give you a break from people. Besides, we want you all to ourselves right now.” Sorren explained, nuzzling his head into my neck. Finn handed me my shoes, and we all walked to our registered lane.

“How’d you know I would like bowling anyway?” I asked. The question popped into my head while I put my shoes on. Sorren and Finn looked at each other.

“Lydia may have mentioned it offhandedly,” Sorren admitted, rubbing his hand over his neck. A slight blush blossomed on his face.

“Just mentioned it, huh?” I commented. “Seems like a pretty odd topic to mention offhandedly,” I added. Sorren looked away and started adding our names to the machine. He hummed like he just hadn’t heard me speak. I looked at Finn, who kept his face neutral.

“Yep, she mentioned it,” Finn said in an even voice, adding nothing else.

In high school, I competed in bowling competitions for my school.

I wouldn’t be too proud to say I was good at it.

My mom taught me how to bowl at a young age.

It was one of the few things we had in common when I lived with her.

“Let’s make a bet,” I yelled to the guys as I picked out a good bowling ball. I tested the weight of each one that caught my eye.

“What would we be betting on?” Finn asked, standing beside me while I looked at a promising ball. I hummed as I thought about a good prize .

“How about the winner makes the other two do something?” I replied, keeping my eyes on the bowling ball I wanted. Both of their scents filled the room. I wanted to moan as their scents hit me.

“Sounds good to me,” Sorren called out. I looked at him where he was choosing his bowling ball. He wiggled his eyebrows at me. I shook my head at his reaction.

“Let the best man win then,” I announced, getting up to bowl first.

I went easy on them for the first two rounds. I wanted to see the anticipation and confidence fade slowly. Some people may call me sadistic for wanting my alphas to realize they would never win, but I loved these games.

Sorren and Finn realized about five rounds in that something was off.

I had made three strikes since Round 2 and wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.

Horror entered their eyes in Round 10 when my score easily doubled theirs.

I continued to sit in my seat with a giggle every time one of them groaned at missing one pin or more.

After the 11th round, Sorren and Finn nodded to each other.

I looked at them both, wondering what had transpired between them.

I soon discovered it was a plot to make me lose.

It started out with light touches when one of them got up to bowl or when I did.

Soon, it turned into light pecks on my face or hand and then full-on make-out sessions.

My accuracy quickly lowered. Multiple strikes turned into splits or just missing one or two.

It got to the last round when I had my ball guttered for the first time since I turned 7.

I was so turned on that I had to convince myself multiple times that undressing my mates in a public place where people could see was not one of my kinks.

I still managed to win with a decent point difference.

“Dammit.” Sorren groaned. He glared at the score. “Thought I could turn things around.” I rolled my eyes.

“What can I say? You can’t beat a natural.” I shrugged, crossing my legs. I was barely holding on to my last thread of sanity, with every second I was around these two and smelling them, I was slowly losing it.

“So, winner, what do you want us to do now?” Finn asked, leaning back in his chair.

The knowing look on his face let me know he knew exactly what I was thinking.

Sorren’s eyes moved to me, watching me closely, waiting for my answer.

I hummed and played around with a few ideas.

I mainly wanted to force them to wait like Graham had done to me.

I wanted them to feel even a fraction of what I felt right now.

“I suppose you- no, never mind.” I hummed, tilting my head back and forth. I even leaned back in my chair. Finn and Sorren grew tenser the longer they waited. Their eyes felt like predators’, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. “I know!” I clapped my hands together.

Sorren and Finn leaned closer to me in anticipation.

“Fuck me,” I commanded with a smug grin.

Sorren leaped out of his chair and started dragging me to the doors.

Finn followed close behind, only stopping to pay the employee.

We were practically running by the time we got outside.

Sorren stopped for a moment and looked around.

I was about to complain when he started moving again.

We turned a corner into a hard-to-see alleyway.

He pushed us against a wall, with me to his chest and his back against the bowling alley building.

“What? Want me to top?” I asked sarcastically. Mirth plagued Sorren’s eyes as he ran his hands up and down my body. I desperately wanted those hands under my clothes instead of on top.

“Nope. Just want to feel your body against mine while Finn fucks you.” He purred in my ear.

Almost like he called for him, Finn’s scent filled my nose, and another set of hands moved along my body.

I groaned as Sorren started nibbling at my shoulder.

I could feel his hands run along my stomach, heading closer to where I needed relief.

Finn kept my hips encased, preventing me from bucking against Sorren’s exploring hand.

Sorren finally moved underneath my shirt, and I could feel the softness of his palms against my stomach.

He moved up, taking his time to feel all the grooves and muscles of my body.

I leaned against Finn’s body, the back of my head on his shoulder.

He moved one of his hands to cover my mouth.