Holy shit!

I’ve never been trapped in a room with an omega in heat before, and I can see how dangerous it would be for someone like Andy to be alone in a time like this. It’s bad enough that he has an intoxicating odor wafting off his body, but the spikes of his arousal are killing me. They aren’t constant, but a few times, they got bad enough that he excused himself to the restroom to deal with it.

Thank god!

Because I was gripping the edge of the desk just to keep from lunging at him. I might have cracked it or him if he’d stayed in the room any longer. And then that fuckwad Xander had to show up. I know it wasn’t cool to take away Andy’s choice when it came to a ride home, but I don’t trust that guy. I could see in his eyes that he was not going to leave Andy untouched.

Although, now that we’re walking down the stairwell together, I’m not sure I’ll be able to either. It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have to stay five steps behind him when I really want to be inside him.

When we get to his car, Andy hesitates at the passenger door, contemplating his next move.

“Everything okay? Are you in pain or anything?” Andy gives me a half grin. “No, I’m not exactly in pain. I’m just wondering if I should go to a hotel or something…”

“Why?” I stay near the hood of his car, forcing some distance between us. “You don’t want to go home?”

“I can, but I don’t want to make my brother uncomfortable.” Andy looks embarrassed again but I’m happy he’s being honest with me. “It’s not like he would do anything, but mated or not, I don’t think he’ll be able to relax in his own house until this is over.”

Before I can talk myself out of it, I blurt out the words I absolutely should not be saying. “Do you want to stay with me?”

Andy barely considers it before nodding emphatically. “Yes, please.”

I almost ask him to repeat himself when he agrees. But I have the wherewithal to keep it cool. “Okay, well, are you okay to drive or do you want me to?”

He bites his lip then takes a deep breath. “I’ll follow you.”

“Okay.” I point to my truck on the other side of the lot. “The white Tacoma is me. I’ll go get it and be back in a minute.”

I wait for Andy to get inside his SUV and lock the doors before I jog across the lot and hop in my truck. He pulls out behind me and follows me all the way to my house. When I get home, I open the garage door and pull to the far left, waving Andy in to park beside me. He parks behind my car, just outside of the garage and gets out. With a small twinge of disappointment, I get out and head inside, closing the garage door behind me.

Andy walks in behind me with his phone pressed to his ear. I can hear one side of his conversation and smile as I imagine what the other person is saying to him.

“It’s fine, Freddie. I promise.” He holds up one finger to indicate he needs a minute.

I open the side door to my kitchen and leave it open while he stands just outside.

“I’ll call later tonight and tomorrow morning. And you have the address so if Ethan freaks, tell him to come by. But, it’s not necessary. I’m fine.”

Something inside my belly flutters and my grin grows at the level of trust Andy has in me after just a few weeks. Especially considering what he thought of me the last time he was in my house.

He steps inside a minute later. “Sorry about that. My brother-in-law is a little paranoid.”

“Don’t apologize. He should be.” I pull a bottle of water from the fridge and offer it to Andy.

A moment of fear flashes in his eyes as he reaches for the bottle. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, not me.” I smile and guide Andy into the living room. “I’ll never hurt you…or anyone…but it’s smart to be paranoid about alphas when you’re in heat.”

As soon as the word is out of my mouth, the reason Andy’s in my home comes to the forefront of my mind and seems to do the same to him. “Oh.”

“So, um…” I look down the hall at my bedroom, all thoughts of hanging out and watching TV gone. “Do you want to camp out in my room? There’s a TV in there and you’ll have as much privacy as you want.”

He nods and crosses his ankles as another burst of arousal floods the air between us. “Yeah, maybe a shower would help.”

“Of course. Let me get you something more comfortable to change into.” I grab a few towels from the hall closet and dig around in my dresser for some clothes he can wear while I wash his.

“Thank you, Jude.” He looks at my eyes for a second before ducking his head. “I can’t believe this is happening but I really appreciate what you’re doing for me.”

“Of course.” I step into the bathroom and turn on the shower tap to warm up the water. “If you toss your clothes out in the hall, I’ll wash them so you have something to wear home.”

Andy’s cheeks turn red as he nods. “Okay.”

“Hey.” I reach for him, slipping my finger beneath his chin and brushing my thumb across his warm skin. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. As cheesy as it sounds, you have a special gift that you should be proud of. I for one will be envious of whoever you choose to share that with.”

Andy’s eyes roll up as he steps back and into the bathroom. I don’t take my eyes off him as the door closes and I’m left staring at the door.

After gathering a few changes of clothes for the next day or two, I notice a pile of clothes outside the bathroom door. The scent of Andy’s arousal is even stronger now that his clothes are in my arms. I dump my clothes on a side table and carry his to the laundry room off the kitchen. After checking to make sure Andy’s button-down shirt is washing machine safe, I toss it and his khaki’s inside. But when I separate his boxers from the pants, the delicious aroma almost drops me to my knees. As wrong as I know it is, I can’t resist pressing the moist fabric to my face and inhaling deeply.

I’ve never smelled anything I’ve more. My dick is rock-hard and leaking in my own boxers. Fuck, it’s too hard. My dick and pretending to not be affected by Andy’s heat. If I have any hope of surviving the next few days, I need to take care of myself. Quick.

The shower is still running, so I unzip my jeans and wrap the cool fabric around my dick, thrusting into it as if the wetness was produced for my pleasure. And it sorta was. Every burst of slick his body produced was while he was talking to me, including this most recent batch from when I mentioned going in to my room. Fucking my hand has never been so satisfying. And when I roll the wet boxers over my head, my balls can’t contain the pressure anymore and they shoot right into his boxers, mixing my come with his natural lube. The old pipes above my head knock once, indicating the shower has turned off. My knot is swollen but not as big as it gets when I’m with a partner so as much I hate to do it, I force my thick cock back into my jeans and zip up. After taking one more solid whiff of the soiled boxers, I toss them in the washer and start it up.

Hopefully, that’s enough relief to not make Andy uncomfortable until I can rub out another load.