Page 7 of Overeager (Extra Credit #1)

Noah

N oah was twitchy as hell as he drove up to the off-campus apartment he shared with his two roommates, his jaw tense and his fingers clenched on the steering wheel.

Usually he loved coming home to his roomies—that was the advantage of living with his best bros—but he had not been ready to leave Eli’s bed that morning.

The omega had been so soft and warm, curled into Noah’s chest, and he’d smelled so good, that tart and fresh scent overlaid with the musk of sex, and Noah could have easily rolled them both over and—

He coughed, shifting in his seat. Okay, probably time to stop thinking about it before he walked into the apartment with a raging alpha boner. He took a deep breath as he parked in the drive, trying to calm himself back down.

But fuck, if Spencer hadn’t texted, It’s a disaster. 911. Come home immediately , and then ignored all Noah’s texts and calls afterward, Noah would have stayed until Eli kicked him out. He was almost positive Eli would have agreed to a round three. Because round two had been …

Well, round two had been fucking great .

Noah hadn’t been quite so quick to lose it as the first time, and he’d gotten to touch Eli, to learn how to stroke him in time with his thrusts until he’d had the omega coming because of him .

Because of his touch and his cock, whimpering sweetly and spurting all over Noah’s fist.

Well, damn . So much for no boner.

Noah tucked his erection into his waistband and hopped out of the car, stopping outside the front door to check his phone one more time and make sure he hadn’t missed a text in the five seconds since he’d last looked.

He tried to rein in his pheromones and think of unsexy things.

Spencer hitting on uninterested omegas at a house party.

Chase mixing scrambled eggs and oatmeal together for “optimum nutrition” before a game.

The state of their shared bathroom after a weekend of raging.

There it was. Just in time, too, as the front door sprang open before Noah had even touched it.

There was Spencer, shirtless and in joggers, his dark hair damp and hanging in front of his eyes.

He was munching on a bag of some of his weird protein chips.

“Fucking finally,” he said with his mouth full. “Took your time.”

He walked back inside without waiting to see if Noah was following, and Noah caught up with him in the kitchen. He nodded to their other roommate, Chase, who was hunched over a bowl of cereal at the table, his baseball cap pulled down low over his eyes.

Noah rounded on Spencer, who was acting way too nonchalant for Noah’s current state. “Dude, I had to come from fucking Sedona . What’s the big emergency? And why the fuck didn’t you pick up?”

Spencer shrugged. “Had to shower.” He pointed to the fridge, a giant silver behemoth Chase’s parents had gotten for them, frowning at it. “The fridge isn’t cooling right.”

It took a moment for Noah to process that the fridge was the emergency. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Nope.” Spencer popped another chip in his mouth. “The food’s starting to get, like, warm.”

“You called me back, from Sedona—”

“I told him not to,” Chase murmured.

“What’s the big deal? You texted me yesterday to say you were bored as hell and—” Spencer stopped talking suddenly, swallowing his mouthful and sniffing at the air. He lowered his bag of protein chips, staring at Noah. “Holy shit, dude. You reek of omega.”

Noah froze like a deer in headlights. But of course Spencer could smell it—he was an alpha, too, and even though Noah and Eli had cleaned themselves up as best they could, Noah hadn’t had a chance to shower before heading back.

“He does?” Chase raised his head and sniffed the air, his green eyes widening under the brim of his cap. “Dude. Even I can smell it.”

That was … something. Chase was a beta. He didn’t let off any pheromones of his own, but he could smell others’ if they were strong enough. Apparently, Noah’s morning-after scent was strong enough.

Good thing he hadn’t made any stops along the way. He’d have scarred some poor gas station attendant for life.

Spencer’s mouth was hanging open like a true dope, his tongue piercing glinting in the kitchen light. “Did you—did you get laid , Noah?”

“Um—”

“Shit.” Spencer sniffed the air again, making a face. “How didn’t I smell it first thing? I should have come with you. That omega I was texting with totally ghosted me. If I’d known there’d be, like, a cabin of hot coeds next door …”

Because of course that had been the reason Spencer had bailed on the getaway.

He hadn’t ever quite mastered the ol’ bros before hookups rule.

Too addicted to the attention he got from romantic hopefuls.

Noah had every right to still be pissed about it, but after Eli …

he supposed he was more grateful than anything.

Except for the whole calling him back for no fucking reason part.

“Holy shit,” Spencer said again, shaking his head. “You lost your v-card.” He raised his hand for a high-five, flipping Noah off when he didn’t meet him halfway. “I thought you were too picky to, like, ever get down.”

“Don’t be a dick,” Chase scolded mildly. He caught Noah’s eye. “You met someone?”

“Yeah. An older omega,” Noah told him, glaring at Spencer when the dick let out a wolf whistle. “He was— He’s, um … Yeah, it was really good.”

It was the most inadequate description of events ever, but Noah found himself strangely tongue-tied. He would have told his roommates eventually—he was too smitten already to keep things to himself—but he hadn’t expected to have to rehash the experience quite so soon.

He should have known. They were way too in one another’s business.

Spencer tossed his bag of protein chips aside, scratching at his chest. “Whoa. He broke your brain.” He leered at Noah. “That can happen the first time, you know.”

Noah rolled his eyes. “I’m surprised you remember your first time. That was, what, a thousand omegas ago?”

“Whoa, whoa.” Spencer held up his hands. “Don’t take your morning-after regrets out on me. And I fuck all kinds, thank you very much. Omegas. Betas. Alphas. Don’t box me in like that.”

Noah barely contained another eye roll, but he wasn’t actually looking to get into an argument over Spencer’s sexual predilections. Not when there were better things to be pissed about. “I can’t believe you called it a fucking emergency that the fridge is a little warm.”

Spencer winced, looking properly apologetic for the first time that day.

“Sorry, man. I didn’t know you’d find some omega babe over there.

” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

“It’s just—I’ve already meal prepped for next week.

If it goes bad, that’s, like, a week’s worth of groceries down the drain. ”

Some of Noah’s annoyance settled. Money was tight for Spencer, and as much as the other alpha pretended to just fall out of bed looking carefree and gorgeous, he put a lot of effort into his appearance, including his prepped high-protein meals.

He ate more like an athlete than some actual athletes did, trying to keep in peak shape.

From what he’d told Noah, he’d been pretty scrawny as a kid, before he’d presented, and it seemed like he had some baggage from that.

Not that Noah would ever say as much to him.

“It’s fine, dude. Let me take a look.”

Chase stood from the table, setting his empty bowl in the sink. “I told him we can just call the fridge repair guy.”

Spencer scoffed. “Why call someone for something we can just fix ourselves?”

He meant something Noah could fix, but the sentiment still stood.

Chase was the reason they could afford such a spacious apartment so close to campus, each with their own room.

His family was loaded, enough that he’d given up his sports scholarship for lacrosse the year before and his parents hadn’t even cared.

But Spencer and Noah were a little different.

Spencer’s mom was more broke than he was, and while Noah’s parents did fine, they also had a lot of kids.

There wasn’t exactly a ton of extra money floating around.

He and Spencer were both scared to push Chase’s parents’ generosity too far.

Luckily, Noah had a good amount of experience fixing things around the house. Stuff tended to break when you had a pack of kids running wild, like he and his siblings had. “Lemme look. Did you try adjusting the thermostat?”

Spencer gave him a wounded look. “I’m not a complete idiot.”

“Debatable.” Noah opened the fridge, spotting the problem immediately. “You’ve just packed it too tight. Your oat milk is blocking the vent.”

“The what now?” Spencer asked, looking over his shoulder.

Noah sighed, digging items out of the top shelf.

He spent the next ten minutes rearranging the fridge, and then cleaned off the vent thoroughly, just in case buildup was the real issue.

When he was done, he washed his hands, telling his roommates, “We’ll recheck in an hour, make sure it’s cooling right.

If that’s not the problem, we might need to call someone after all. ”

He dug his phone out of his pocket, checking it again, even though he would have heard the telltale ding.

Chase settled against the counter next to him, knocking his shoulder. “Texting your omega?”

“I can’t. I don’t know his number. I left him mine, but—” Noah shrugged, trying to play off nonchalance and probably falling completely short. Maybe he should have woken Eli up after all, made absolutely sure of the number exchange before leaving.

He’d never even considered that Eli wouldn’t take him up on it.

“He’ll call.” Chase knocked his shoulder again, gentle but reassuring. “You know how many omegas have tried to get your number?”

Noah frowned down at his phone. “Not that many.”

“More than you think. Spence runs interference on half of them.”