Page 11 of Sweet Whiskey

KINSEY

Brielle is still sleeping when I get back from the café, and I’m too worked up from the kiss with Brooks to sit quietly in the room.

Setting the drink and food I got down on the nightstand, I slip back out and head toward the center.

Thankfully, I run into someone quickly to point me in the direction of the library that Brooks told me about.

It’s a small building attached to the local high school.

Apparently, the newspaper building is on the other side too.

Any hope of finding clippings of past articles dwindles as I open the door.

The single floor has rows lined with books, but only one computer stall tucked in the far corner from where I can see.

An elderly woman looks up from where she’s sitting at the desk directly across the door.

“Hello dear, how can I help you?”

I smile politely, walking toward her. “I’m just visiting, and I know my mom used to come here a lot. I was wondering if the town keeps records of…like past newspaper clippings. I tried searching online, but I couldn’t find anything.”

She nods. “Oh, yes. I can show you. We’re in the process of doing all that electronic thing, but the kid who does it is out on summer break.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s a long process, but easier in the end,” I nullify her. I can’t imagine they have a lot of traffic.

Her eyes brighten. “It will help clear up some room for a kiddie corner. Some of the town is nearly breeding age, and the town council agreed to my idea of a small place just to bring the babies. ”

I blanch at her casual use of the word breeding. Given omegas’ unfavorable history of being captured for such purposes, most steer away from reminders of the dark past. I shudder, needing to find a doctor who can administer my shot before my next heat.

“That’s—uh, wonderful,” I say with a frown.

She tsks. “If only Marley would let go of that old schoolhouse on her family’s land, that would be perfect.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if she means the Marley I work with at Sweet Whiskey, but I stop myself. This is exactly how small town gossip never seems to end. Marley’s business is all hers, and it definitely isn’t mine. I don’t care what Marley does on what seems to be her land.

I paste a thin smile on and nod just as we walk around to the back wall.

She waves a hand at the boxes. “If what you’re looking for is here, it’s somewhere buried in the boxes.”

My heart sinks. It’s a disaster, everything stacked upon each other with no labels. “Uhh, thanks,” I get out before she walks away and I seem ungrateful. But god, I’ve seen better organization on the playground with a group of toddlers.

The longer I stare at the mess, the more I don’t feel like even starting. What exactly am I even looking for? I grab a chair from a nearby table and slump into it. I’m almost tempted to come back with Brielle and beg her to help me. Maybe even trade the sequin top she’s always eyeing.

“Kinsey?”

I look up, startled for the second time today. “Dallas?” I say hesitantly, glancing around him. “Are you guys stalking me?” It’s blurted out before I can think about it, and then I blush when his eyes go round.

“Uh. No?” His eyes widen in horror.

“Wait, what do you mean you guys ?” he asks, concerned.

“I ran into Brooks earlier, and now…”

“And now me,” he says, nodding as his cheeks stain a little red.

“I can see where you’d get the notion. I was dropping off some things for the high school and decided to stop by to see if they have a book.

” He waves something in his hand before hiding it behind his back when we both register the cover.

“ The Inner Workings of Pack Dynamics ?”

Dallas clears his throat. “Colt is being a little stubborn. I figured it would be better to just have this appear in his truck one day.”

My smile widens. “I think between you and Brooks, Colt won’t know what hit him.”

“Oh no. What did Brooks say?” he asks with a grimace.

I laugh. “Oh, nothing bad. He just mentioned about courting with his pack.”

Dallas pales. “Courting? With his pack?”

Nodding, I bite down on my lip for a few seconds as a panic starts to build on his face, and I put my hand on his arm. “If it calms you, he mentioned courting…me?”

It’s bold of me to assume that’s what he wants, and for a slight moment a fear of rejection threads into my heart .

Dallas breaks out with a grin, a hopeful expression glowing on his face. “And what’d you say?”

“I said I’d be interested.”

He blows out a bated breath. “Then I’m definitely getting this book.”

I smile. “Colt that stubborn?”

Dallas snorts. “Have you met him? He’s in charge of us for a reason.”

“Oh. You all work together? I thought you were friends,” I say, struggling to remember if they already told me that or not. That night is a blur, what happened in the alley overshadowing anything else that happened.

My skin feels prickly, like I’m too hot for my clothes and I want to strip. I also want to roll around in his clothes, and Brooks’s, and Colt’s. God, I want all of them. To gather all their shirts and blanket myself in them.

His scent wraps around me, and I stumble a step into him. Dallas catches me, watching with concern.

“Kinsey? ”

I lean forward, inhaling his scent further, and he stiffens.

My fingers curl into his shirt as tingling pools in my belly.

“You smell so good.” I shouldn’t be able to smell him so prominently.

The suppressants are supposed to dull the senses, and even if someone’s pheromones are stronger than normal, they shouldn’t affect me like this.

I want to strip him of his shirt, bury myself in his scent.

I want to drag it and make a nest—I shake my head.

No. Bad omega , do not go down that road.

His finger caresses my cheek while his breathing picks up. “What do I smell like?”

“Like warm cinnamon and spiced apple,” I whisper. A flash of heat courses through me when he traces my bottom lip. I moan, opening my mouth for him to slip his thumb in, and I curl my tongue around it before he pulls away in a sharp jerk.

He puts his hand on my forehead. “Kinsey, you’re really warm. Are you… Is it possible you’re going into heat?”

I shake my head. “No, it’s too soon. ”

When his fingers brush down my neck, as if looking for the perfect spot for a bite, I gasp, and slick fills my panties.

My neck tilts subconsciously to the side, giving him a better view.

It’s such a submissive position, one I’ve never done for anyone.

I whimper, uncomfortable with the way my body seems to be moving instinctually.

“Shit,” he curses. He picks me up, glancing over his shoulder to the librarian before carrying me into the single study room.

He sets me on the table before closing the blinds.

“I think you’re having a heat spike.” Again.

He leaves out the word, but there’s no doubt he knows what happened with Colt in the alleyway.

This time, I nod in agreement and claw at my leggings. Dallas moves between my legs, helping me tug them off, and then he groans. He catches himself on the table as his knees nearly buckle.

“Fuck me, Kinsey. My mouth is watering at the smell of you.”

I whimper, my cheeks flushing as my pussy gushes more slick .

He stands, pushing my thighs to pry my legs apart. “Kinsey, can I?—”

“Dallas! Make me come right now .” I pant.

“Yes, ma’am.”

A growl rumbles from his throat and I gasp when he rips my panties from me, his tongue swiping my center the next second.

My eyes roll back as I shudder from the touch.

His moan vibrates against me as he shoves his face deeper, sucking at my swollen clit before lapping up the slick spilling from me.

Dallas lets go of my thigh, pushing two large fingers into me.

He hums into my drenched flesh, swallowing greedily as my pussy flutters and pushes more slick into his mouth.

This is the best and worst part of being an omega.

Sex is wonderful, mind-numbing pleasure, but I can rarely achieve it without leaving a mess.

I clench around him as my hands tangle into his hair and I arch, pressing my hips to move with his mouth. His fingers curl, and I’m done. I’ve never been so quick off the trigger before.

My hand slaps over my mouth to hold in my moan as I tremble and shake through my release.

His tongue laps up my slick that gushes over his face, and I jerk with each lick, overly sensitive from the pleasure.

When Dallas pulls back, his face is glistening and his eyes are dark with arousal, staring down at me.

I’m panting as I use my elbows to push up and grab his face.

I kiss him as he groans into my mouth, stepping closer as I taste myself on his lips.

Ignoring the hard planes of his abs as my hands trail down, I unbuckle his belt and jeans.

His head snaps back, and I know a protest is on his tongue, but I wrap my fist around his thick cock, and he swallows it as his eyes flutter back.

It’s hard, but silky in my hand, throbbing as I start to stroke up and down the length of him. Dallas adjusts his pants, pulling them away so we can both watch me work him over. Saliva pools under my tongue, and I ache to taste him.

“I want to feel you so bad.” I let out a small whine.

He groans, his body curling over me as his hand tightens on my shoulders and his face rests in my hair.

My fist bumps into his growing knot, and I gasp when I realize he’s coming.

His cock jerks, his cum pooling in my hands as I move to catch it.

While the room is going to smell like us for hours, I don’t want to leave any traces of what we’ve been doing.

Since I didn’t touch his knot, there’s not as much as usual, and I’m sure he’ll feel the ache to come again later on.