Harlow: I’m rallying the troops. We’ve got soap and hoses. The parking lot already has a line! Where are you?
Me: I might have told them I was done waiting.
I frown as the text goes unread, my eyes widening as I feel Arlo coming closer. I throw my foot at him, trying to stop him but the bastard just digs his thumb into my arch, pulling a moan from me. I yank it away from him, confused, and glaring at Fox who’s at the door, his arms folded across his chest.
His scent is rather sharp and one look at the obscene bulge between his thighs tells me something is off. He reaches down to massage himself through his pants, the grin on his face turning deviant. “Are you sure you want to leave today? You smell like a fucking candy shop.”
My brows furrow. “I know my heat is close but like a few days away. Why are you acting like this?”
Arlo chuckles. “Babe, your heat is coming like tomorrow. Maybe today. You really don’t feel it?” He steps closer, dragging his fingers up my arm and then brushing over his bite. Another embarrassing gush of slick coats my panties and soaks through my leggings. His nostrils flare in response as I jump off the chair and head for the bathroom.
“I’m going!” I yell through the door once I’ve shut it. “It’s my team too.” I strip out of the leggings and wet panties, grabbing the thick slick liners and dressing again. The moment I open the door, Arlo is right there, that soft expression on his face making me slick all over again.
At least this time, it’s not soaking through anything.
Arlo searches my face for a long moment, then presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “Alright, baby. But if it gets too much, you tell us. No heroics.”
I almost complain but they’re letting me go, which is something. Most newly mated Omegas are smothered and coddled. However, some part of me knows how dangerous this is. I just have to make sure the moment I feel something, I start heading right back here.
Because knowing them, Arlo and Fox will bend me right over a car hood and people will get a very,verydifferent show.
We head out together, the three of us walking across campus hand-in-hand-in-hand. The car wash lot is already buzzing when we arrive. Half the baseball team is there, along with a surprising number of football players who heard about the fundraiser. Harlow is directing traffic like a general, buckets of soap and hoses lined up neatly.
She spots us and waves us over with a huge grin. “There’s our mated trio! You three look disgustingly happy.”
A wild grin splits across my lips. “Oh, I definitely am. Now, give me a sponge.”
arlo
Thecarwashlotis pure, beautiful chaos, and I’m having the time of my fucking life.
Soap suds are flying everywhere like someone set off a foam party. Hoses are spraying in every direction. Half the baseball team is shirtless and soaked, the other half is fully clothed and already regretting every life choice that led them here. Football players have shown up in force, along with pretty much every Omega on campus who heard there was free entertainment and a good cause. Milo, Avery, Kit, and Harlow are all here, plus Iris and Quentin, who are currently arguing over who gets to hold the hose like it’s a competition.
Parker is in the middle of it all, looking like a goddamn dream, having changed into tiny black shorts and one of my old Knotlocke tees that’s already wet and clinging to every curve. She’s manning a bucket of soap, laughing as she lathers up a carwhile Fox and I keep finding excuses to brush against her every time we walk by.
My cock has been half-hard since we got here, and it’s only getting worse. But every time I look over to Parker to see if she’s ready to go, she just shakes her head.
The need to drag her back to that nest and fuck and knot her is taking over rational thought but the one thing I won’t do is steal her choices. So, I focus on the donation board.
The numbers are climbing fast. We started the afternoon at around eight grand from the auction. Now, it’s pushing ten, and every time a new car pulls in the team goes feral, cheering, catcalling, and making ridiculous bets about who can wash it fastest. The air smells like wet concrete, cheap soap, and a dozen different Omega scents all mixed together in the best way.
Milo spots me and waves dramatically, Quentin standing stiffly behind him. “Arlo! Come wash my brother’s car so I can watch you bend over!”
Quentin elbows him. “You’re disgusting and you already have an Alpha you can watch bend over.” His eyes dart to Iris, their Alpha currently doing just that as she throws a smile back at them.
“I’m supportive,” Milo corrects with a grin.
I laugh and jog over, grabbing a sponge. Parker glances my way, cheeks already pink from the sun and the way Fox keeps “accidentally” brushing soap suds across her ass every time he walks past.
Fox catches my eye across the lot and gives me a small nod. He’s been watching her like a hawk too.
The donation board ticks up again; someone just dropped another five hundred. We’re at eleven-eight. So much closer to the twenty and yet, really,reallyfucking far.
Then an anonymous donation hits.
A staff member runs up to the board with a wide grin and slaps a new number on it:+1,000.
The whole lot erupts. We’re suddenly at twelve-eight. The team goes wild, cheering and high-fiving. Parker’s eyes are wide, hope and disbelief mixing on her face as she looks over at me. It’s still not enough, but hopefully the administration will let us stay open. Coach Ramirez shows up ten minutes later.
