“Hell, I’m a doctor. How could I forget that? Give me a minute.”
Gideon hears him apologizing, and then there’s a muffled conversation that goes on long enough that Gideon has time to carry both the laundry hampers and the basket of supplies up, propping them outside the door.
The nest is sealed somewhat against pheromone seepage, but Gideon is still hard in an instant from what little is creeping out under the door.
Based on the uptick in moans and whimpers that filter through, Luca comes right then, and Gideon’s cock kicks hard in his sweats.
He bangs his forehead lightly against the door, and it takes all his willpower not to fling it wide open.
Gideon could just see it in his mind’s eye: Luca on his hands and kneeswhile Nix takes him from behind, with Grayson behind their omega as they move together like a sinuous wave of pleasure.
“Gideon? Where did you go?”
“Fuck, sorry. What took you so long? Go ahead,” he growls.
Finn coughs and then whines a little.“Are you with him right now? Are you calling me from the nest?” he whispers.
Gideon moans. “Fuck, no. I wish. Just what are we going to do to protect him, Dr. Merritt?”
“Shit, sorry. Okay, if we understand this correctly, Nix does it himself.”
“What?” Gideon asks incredulously.
There’s the sound of the car door closing and the engine starting. Gideon hears Lauren admonish Finn for not putting on his seatbelt, and then Finn says, “He has to want a baby to become pregnant—not just think about it but really want it. Phenomenal, eh? I’ll be home in thirty minutes. Start without me.”
Huh. As long as Nix doesn’t want a baby, then he can’t get pregnant.Isn’t that the best thing Gideon’s ever heard?
He’s got his hand on the doorknob when he realizes he hasn’t called Leo or Jay.
He texts Finn to call Leo, and Gideon calls Jay.
As usual, it rings only once.
“Love? I’m just leaving the station now. What’s up? Should I pick up something for lunch?”
For the second time, he hears a car door close, and then he’s on Bluetooth as the Genesis starts. The luxury sedan is soundless, which makes it easy to hear Jay click his seatbelt into the mechanism.
“Promise you’ll remain calm.”
Gideon pulls his t-shirt off, adds it to the laundry hamper, and then drops his jeans and boxers next.
“Gideon, that is the fastest way for menotto remain calm. What’s going on? You sound weird. Is everyone okay?”
Jay sounds like he’s already driving, eager to get back to them.
Gideon crouches for a second, and his wolf wants to press his nose alongthe bottom of the door, trying to catch the scent of his mates. The only thing stopping him is that the hall is hardwood and his dick wouldn’t appreciate the cold.
“Everyone’s good. Really good, I think. Do not crash the car. I’ll be pissed if you die.”
Gideon knows he’s not making sense, but there is no blood in his head, and it’s making thinking difficult.
“Gideon, you are not making sense. It’ll take me thirty-five minutes with traffic.”
“Nix is in heat,” Gideon moans.
He cracks the door slightly, and the scent of slick is suddenly thick in the hall. Their ventilation system is not up to the siren’s call.
There’s a loud horn and the screeching of tires.
