Page 36 of Knot Gonna Give You Up
My smile feels wide as I respond. “Yeah, Jojo, I understand.”
“Good!” she says firmly before pushing me so I fall back before pouncing.
Her lips latch onto mine, and a moan escapes me as I sink into the feel of her. Her lips are so damn soft and her tongue teases as much as mine does, playing a small game of cat andmouse. My hands start to roam her body before she puts a stop to it.
“As much as I love your body,” she pants, “We need a snack first.”
I relent, laughing a bit at her insistence, and sit up with her. We each crack open a water bottle, and she opens the cookie container between us. It’s one of those peel-top boxes, so you can just grab from the top of the container. Way easier than the old style of tearing open the package and trying to fit the plastic holder back in. She settles in next to me, our bodies touching as we sit side by side, the cookie package balanced between our legs.
“Jesse?” she says timidly after a couple of cookies.
I look over at her, my mouth full of cookie.
“I really like you. I don’t care if you need space, I’ll give it to you. I just wantyouokay?”
I swallow the cookie, and it feels like there’s an extra lump in my throat when I swallow. Leaning forward, I drop a small kiss on her forehead.
“Thanks, Jojo. Sometimes it’s too easy for me to close in on myself.”
“It’s too easy for me to stop trusting people. So I promise to always be here and pull you back out if you promise to always be here and remind me to trust you.”
“I can do that,” I tell her.
When I’m full of cookies, I offer the package to Josie before putting it away. We both take another sip of our waters before snuggling back down into the nest. This time, I’ve turned her on her side so I can hold her from behind. Her ass fits perfectly in my pelvis, so I make sure to hold her hips firmly to mine. Her head rests on my other bicep as I curl that arm around her body. She grabs my arms in response, and we let ourselves sit in the quiet of her nest.
Eventually, we must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, there’s muted sunshine filtering through the fabric she has covering her windows. My hand pats around for my phone, and when I find it, the time tells me it’s 8 a.m. Time to get up, I suppose. At some point in the night, Josie turned to face me, and her body was sprawled on top of mine, her nose buried in my neck. I decide that being here is too heavenly to get up just yet, so I set a new alarm and let myself doze with my Omega in my arms.
seventeen
JOSIE
Vic has been bugging me for weeks to come and visit his rental house. Now that I’ve met Simon, I feel a little more comfortable doing it, but I’m still pretty nervous. Simon seems great, and I can understand why Vic likes him so much, but I’m not sure Simon likesmevery much. The last thing I want is to get between him and Vic. Vic may be my Match, but if Simon is uncomfortable with me, I will do my best to keep the peace.
Do I want Simon to be comfortable with me? Absolutely I do. I want him to assume that I’m always going to be there, and to be happy about it. I want him to look at me the same way Vic, Henry, and Jesse do. I want to explore every inch of his body. If I’m being honest with myself, I want a night with him, Vic, and myself enjoying each other’s bodies. My Omega perks up at that, ready to tangle with both men at the first opportunity. I tell her to simmer down and take a few cleansing breaths. I can’t show up there smelling like slick, I need to at least pretend I’m not secretly super needy.
I grab the container of pre-made brownies I bought and hop into my car. It’s not a terribly long drive, but I haven’t been to this side of town before, so I take in the scenery as I go, wanting to remember the route. Hopefully, it becomes second nature tome quickly. My anticipation grows as I get closer, and I swear, I can almost smell Vic and Simon. I was surprised this time around with Vic when his scent hit me so hard. I don’t remember noticing it before, but I got so caught up in the excitement of seeing him, then the panic of touching him, that I didn’t register his scent. In the past, I’ve been so focused on maintaining distance that I never entertained the idea of us having Match potential. His scent absolutely draws me more than any of the previous assholes who faked a Match.
Maybe… just maybe the other guys are Matches, too. Henry and Simon both have amazing scents, but I’m not sure Simon is even interested in me, so I remind myself to curb that line of thinking. I don’t need to be a clingy Omega when a hot Alpha comes around. I need to make sure to stay strong since I’m at a disadvantage where touch is concerned. It’s been magical to snuggle with Jesse and Vic without feeling drained, and I won’t take that for granted by throwing myself at the others. Unless Henry buys me another blanket, I might throw myself at him for that. That blanket is heaven.
Pulling into the driveway of their adorable rental house. It’s not huge like Henry’s mansion, and I’m okay with that. I assume it has two or three rooms, and plenty spacious to have people over. My hands grab the brownie container before opening my door, and I take a steadying breath. Hopefully, Simon will be welcoming tonight. It was hard to tell with him at the dinner Henry hosted, and I’m so nervous about coming between him and Vic, even with the Match between Vic and me. Well, nervous about one kind of coming and excited about the other kind. The door opens almost immediately after I knock, and Vic’s face takes up all my focus.
“Josie Girl!” he exclaims and pulls me into a hug.
My natural reaction is to tense, but I quickly relax into him and wrap my arms around his torso. I’ll never be able to feel theelectrifying Match Touch, but his scent wraps around me, and his arms feel like home. It’s enough.
We part, and he pulls me into the house, where I promptly remove my shoes and hand off the brownies.
“I wanted to bring dessert, but wasn’t up to baking today. I know for afactthat the brownies from this store are delicious,” I promise.
My eyes roam the house as I follow Vic into the kitchen. Their decor is minimal, which is what I would expect from a male Beta and Alpha, but there’s this sense of home as well. They’ve well saturated the place with their scent, and there are small knick-knacks and pieces of trash that got forgotten lying around. I pick up a rubber band from the floor as I walk.
Holding it in front of me, I raise an eyebrow, “Gettin’ kinky in here?”
Vic turns to see the rubber band and laughs.
“Nah, my hands are too big for this little thing,” he boasts.
I give him my best placating agreement and shoot the rubber band at him. He ducks and chuckles as it flies over his head by centimeters. Grabbing the rubber band, he aims and fires back at me. I move out of the way quickly, and hear a masculine “Ow! What the fuck?” sound from behind me. Turning, I look in semi-horror as Simon holds the rubber band in one hand, his other touching his cheek to check for bleeding. Of course, my now-playful brain decides to egg Vic on.
