Page 27 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Twenty-One

Everly

Connor barely has the chance to pull his still-hard cock from my body before Tom is helping me sit up. He pulls my dress over my head without any of the under clothes I started the night with.

My heart thunders as I watch Connor jump back into his jeans.

His body is unreal; you can tell he puts in his time at the gym.

He's not as massive as Tom, but those suits he always wears hide quite the physique.

His chest has this smattering of a few black hairs, and then there's the happy trail…

It leads straight down to his very impressive cock. I lick my lips.

Tom gently helps me into his huge jacket and kneels to get me into my shoes.

Connor is still shirtless as he leans over, pulling my mouth to his. "I had an amazing time. You're truly lovely," he murmurs against my lips. "I'll see you later."

My cheeks heat. I had a really good time, too. Connor wraps his hand around my head, devouring me in another playful kiss. Tom growls from where he kneels between my spread thighs.

"Sorry, Tom.” Connor laughs good-naturedly. "I'll let you two get to your date."

Tom stands and lifts me off the couch. He totes me right out the door without a backward glance, but I give Connor a wave goodbye. He smiles, and the sight is beyond sexy. He shakes his head, and his long floppy black hair falls in his face as he waves.

Tom carries me right out to the parking lot and buckles me into a giant truck that smells exactly like him.

He stomps around and climbs inside without a word.

He starts the truck and guides us further into the mountains.

He takes a small driveway and follows it through the trees.

The drive is short, from the time we left the lodge it takes maybe five minutes before Tom is pulling onto a circular concrete parking area in front of a beautiful two-story…

I don't even know what you'd call it. A log cabin?

A rustic mountain mansion? Whatever it is, it's absolutely awe-inspiring.

The walls are the same light gray and tan rock the same as the exterior of the lodge. The edges of the porch and the roof are framed in huge dark wooden beams. Other than the warm exterior lights that frame the building in a pattern meant to accentuate its grandeur, the area is completely dark.

Glancing back the way we came, I can see the lights from the lodge and the other shops close by it, but from where we are you can see all the stars in the sky, and the woods behind the house make for an incredible picture.

"What's this?" I ask, unbuckling my seat belt and turning to face Tom.

"I'll tell you once we get inside," he says, giving me a smile. He's gorgeous. The smile is all perfect, straight white teeth, and it makes my stomach flutter.

"Okay," I agree.

Tom climbs out and comes around. He helps me out of the truck and walks us in the front door.

The place was unlocked? That seems kinda dangerous.

It's practically a freaking palace. If I owned a house like this I wouldn't be leaving my doors unlocked.

That's asking to be robbed. Then again, the vibe here in North Carolina is completely different from back home in the City.

The living room has a giant fireplace on the back wall.

The same light rock frames it. There's a raging fire going.

The crackling sends a shiver down my spine as we approach.

The entire space feels cozy and comfortable.

There are two huge couches in a cream fabric.

They're the type with the oversized cushions. They scream plush and inviting.

"It's really warm in here. Can I take your jacket off?" I ask, staring up at Tom's handsome face.

"Yeah," he says, moving to help me. He tosses the jacket over a huge club chair and brushes his fingers over my cheek. "You smell so damn pretty."

I laugh. He isn't as smooth as the others, but there's something very appealing about his slightly feral charm.

"Thank you."

"We'll come back to this," he says, guiding me to the stairs. "I need to show you something first."

His huge hand frames my back as he guides us up to the second floor. The hallway has plush carpeting.

"I feel like I should have taken my shoes off before traipsing around someone's house," I tell him, frowning.

Tom grunts. He guides us to the end of the hallway and opens a door. It leads to a massive pack bedroom. There's no other possible purpose for this type of room. The bed is a monstrosity. It has to be at least one and a half king size mattresses.

My jaw falls as I catch sight of the small balcony on the opposite side of the room. The sliding glass door is closed, but the curtain is open, and the view is unreal.

"No getting distracted," Tom says, gripping my hips and pulling me back. I was gravitating to the view. "I like you, and I don't want you to ever leave."

My goodness, he is blunt.

"Being an alpha is complicated sometimes," he says with a sigh.

"My dads used to describe the pull they felt toward my mom…

" He frowns, shaking his head. "I thought they were exaggerating.

I feel itchy lately when you're out of my sight.

I may have developed an obsession with watching you on the security cameras in the lodge. "

Okay, he's very direct, and I think I'm equally as addicted to his truth as he says he is to watching me on camera. My heart races. Tom pulls me flush with his front, but even in my boots I don't reach his shoulder.

"It's quick, but things move faster when alphas and omegas are involved." He kisses my forehead. "This is technically from all of us, Luke included, but I'm the one who pushed to give it to you now. The others wanted to wait so we wouldn't overwhelm you."

My face must show my confusion because Tom continues, "Are you overwhelmed, Evie?"

"No," I say, gripping his forearms. "But I am very confused."

He laughs. "Yeah, I'll bet you are. Sorry, I'm nervous. You know, we should just get back to the lodge."

"Okay," I agree. "But you don't need to be nervous. I'm sure it can't be anymore overwhelming than Connor trying to give me a store."

Tom's face breaks out into a wide smile. "No fucking way," he says, shaking his head. "I thought he showed it to you, maybe to ease you into it in the future. That sly bastard wanted to one-up my courting gift. At least that means he decided not to sell."

"What?" I gasp. "He wanted to sell the lodge?"

"I don't think he wants to part with the lodge, just The Exchange. Archie and I weren't going to let any of it go though. Connor's had a bit of a rough time lately. I'm glad you reminded him what's really important."

"Tom, no, I didn't do any of that," I assure him.

"It's you, you brighten everything." His scratchy beard scrapes over my cheek as he nuzzles his face to mine. "All right, little one, let's do this."

He pulls me into his side and opens another door. We step inside. He flips the light on, and my jaw falls. We make it three feet inside the threshold before he has to duck his head. There's a small area that frames the nest with shelves and a giant armoire.

"Let's leave our shoes here," he suggests.

I slide a hand down, unzipping my boot and then doing the other. I kick them off and scramble toward the nest. It's so much more than anything I could imagine for myself.

The right side of the room has a sunken design that leads to a round, cushioned nest. It's much airier than the other side of the room, but it would be perfect for the last few days of my heat.

There's a small picture window on the wall to the right that has a view of the woods.

The circular cushion has a dark gray sheet and cream colored pillows surround the mattress.

The left side of the room has a raised nest on a giant platform.

It takes up the entire side of the room.

It's designed with walls on the sides and back, but the front is open.

There's a heavy curtain with a sliding closure that can be pulled to block it off.

It's like a perfect hidey-hole of a den.

"You're saying I can ride out my heat here?" I ask, my hands clasping in front of me. My chest is heaving, and I'm trying so hard to stay calm, in case I've majorly misinterpreted what's happening right now.

"All the heats," Tom corrects.

"The owners don't mind?" I ask, glancing around at the luxurious space. "Do they rent it out?"

"Do you like it?" he asks, lifting me and wrapping me around his strong frame. I'm acutely aware that I'm not wearing anything under my dress. In fact, my pussy is still coated with the reminder of what Connor and I did earlier.

"I love it," I assure him.

"I'm glad," he says. "It's our home."

I gasp. “What? Don’t you guys live at the lodge?”

“We stay there sometimes because it’s easier, but this is our home."