This is the best night ever.
Chapter 3
Ithoughtdrinkingwouldhelp me loosen up a little, help me not be so nervous around Shyla and Emmett. If I’m honest with myself, Shyla is really the one who makes me more nervous. Emmett’s easy going, likes to make jokes, exactly the type of person I could see myself getting along with easily. Shyla though, she’s intense. The kind of intense that tingles down your spine, right to your clit kind of way. It makes sense that she’s a lawyer. I bet she commands whatever room she’s in. She’s gorgeous, and obviously in control in all situations.
I down the water like I’m dehydrated, willing it to sober me up as quickly as possible. If I fuck this up and don’t go home with these two tonight, I’ll be devastated. Either way, I’ll probably need to call a car. The thought of that makes me cringe, but there is BetaDrive. Where you only get Beta drivers, and you have an emergency call button in the app to notify the authorities if anything sketchy starts to happen.
“So, you really want to be ours for the night?” Emmett asks. Maybe for more than the night. How embarrassing, I came out to a club all ‘knot girl summer, wooo!’ But I’m not even leaving the club with a knot and not only do I want to take them home, I want to get breakfast afterward, and maybe some more dates.
I will take them home, fuck them, then see where things go. Let’s not plan our freaking bonding and creating a litter before we even kiss. My mom really let me watch too many Disney movies as a kid. I romanticize everything, and it’s clear that it’s a hard habit to break.
“Yes, I would really like that. I think I would feel more comfortable at my house, though. If that’s okay?”
“Your comfort is always the most important, sweet Omega,” Shyla says.
Thank the heavens above I wore a fucking pad when I came here or I would straight up be leaving a slick stain on this nice outdoor furniture. Shyla scents my arousal as she leans forward and places a tender kiss on the side of my throat. “Emmett or I can drive your car home.”
Probably really fucking dumb. I just met these people and I’m going to give them my address and let one of them drive my car. But Emmett’s hand is getting really high on my thigh and my pussy clenches. She’s running the show now. “Okay, yeah. That sounds good. Um, maybe you should take my car, Shyla. I don’t know if I would be able to make it home with your scent in the small space.”
“Honestly, I was thinking the same thing,” Shyla says, and I exhale with relief. I grab the next glass of water and sip it. “How far away do you live?”
“Mount Vernon,” I say, and they both look a little taken aback.
“The suburbs?” Emmett asks.
“Yeah, I inherited the house when my parents passed. It’s paid off, so I just stayed. I actually just recently started living there full time.”
Shyla looks confused. Emmett doesn’t, but neither ask me more questions about it.
“Are you feeling better?” Shyla asks.
“Much,” I reply, putting the cool glass back on the table in front of the fire pit.
“Ready to go talk to the hostess and leave?” Fuck, I’m nervous. But I want this, this is me empowering myself, not being stuck in my own head, stuck in my own house all day. I’m going to take these two home and I’m going to feel good.
“Yes.” Emmett gets up first, holding his hands out to both Shyla and I. I wrap my hand in his as he helps us both stand. I feel so short next to both of them. I love it.
Emmett continues holding both of our hands as we make our way to the hostess. She looks shocked to see me so quickly. I haven’t been here long.
“Oh, wow, okay. Will you all be leaving together this evening?”
“Yes, do I need to sign anything?”
She slides over a tablet. “This form means you are leaving here on your own free will and that you have not been coerced in any way. A representative from Sweet Nectar will call you tomorrow to make sure that you are okay. You need to place an emergency contact on the waiver.”
Well, fuck me sideways. I know I’m going to answer the phone, but no way can I put my brother’s name down. I sigh and put down the only other person I know I can count on. Someone who has been there for me but never shown an interest. I can’t think about him when I’m standing next to Shyla and Emmett. But, begrudged, I write Dom’s name and number and sign the form.
“Is that all?”
“I will need both of you to sign forms as well, noting that this Omega left under your care,” the hostess says. Emmett and Shyla both sign the forms. Shyla takes a little longer to look over the document. It eases my nerves a little, knowing that this isn’t a common thing for them. “Would you still like security to walk you to your car?”
“No thank you,” I say. Shyla and Emmett might not be built like brick shit houses, and maybe it’s naïve, but I feel comfortable with them.
“You’re sure, Kelsey? We wouldn’t be offended,” Shyla says.
“No, I’m good,” I reply and blush. Emmett’s hand grips mine even tighter. The hostess gives me a tight smile. Don’t judge me, Mika. Have you seen how hot they are? I came here for this, and I’m sure as hell taking what I want.
Emmett switches hands so that he is walking on my left, closest to the street. Shyla grabs my other hand on my other side and we walk hand in hand to the parking lot. I dig out the keys to my MINI Cooper and hand them to Shyla. Emmett clicks a button and three cars down, I see the lights flash. “I’ll follow you; be good,” Shyla says to Emmett, kissing him sweetly on the lips. After they part, she faces me. I think she’s going to kiss me, but she leans over instead, whispering to me so only I can hear. “This pussy belongs to me tonight, sweet girl. No touching till I say so.”