Now it’s something I think about almost constantly, and more frequently when I have anear missat intimacy with one of them.
I blow out a breath and shake my head.
Biology takes care of things like that, though.
They might not be scared of the way I look, but my omegas don’t have to be attracted to it. That’s for damn sure.
“Goddamnit!”
I turn toward the bathroom door as I slowly set the towel in the sink, waiting to see what follows Olive’s hissed cussing.
With her, it could be any number of things, and I learned early on not all of them mean she’s in danger. My omega has a colorful vocabulary and very little filter, and if I go running every time she swears, I’d drop one hundred pounds or more, easily.
“Shit. No, no, no. Shit, shit. Please, no. Fuck,” she whisper-shouts seconds before it sounds like the entire pantry explodes into the living room, and I’m flying out of the bathroom like my ass is on fire.
“Olive!” I shout as I crash into her, forgetting the RV is even smaller when I’m in it as I grab her waist and keep her from falling. “Olive, are you hurt? What’s wrong?”
She blinks up at me with wide, glassy eyes. “No.”
“No?” I frown as I look over her face then scan her body for injuries. “No, what?”
“I’m not hurt.” Her eyes move from mine and drop to my lips, lingering there briefly before they fall to my chest. “Not really.”
I immediately start backing her up toward their nest and plant her on the bed as soon as the back of her thighs touch the edge.
“Not really?”
“Not really, what?” Nikolai asks as he scoots toward us. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Olive waves him off but hasn’t taken her eyes off of me.
Maybe she hit her head?
Lifting my hands, I cup her cheeks then slide my fingers up into her hair, gently feeling for a bump or something far worse but I don’t find anything.
“Oh,I see.”
My eyes flick to Nikolai and I feel my frown deepen.
He’s staring at my chest now, too.
Maybe it’s me.
I take a step back and glance down at my body but I don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Everything looks the same to me, a little damp from my shower and I’m wearing a towel instead of clothes, but the same otherwise.
I look between my omegas again, more confused than before because I have no idea what they’re looking at, so I glance over my shoulder to make sure there isn’t someone lurking behind me, or I haven’t sprouted a tail or some shit. I could be wrong about them staring at me or my chest, it’s not outside of the realm of possibility, but they are acting very strange all of the sudden.
Olive made a huge mess that I didn’t notice when I ran out here, that much is clear.
She emptied the pantry and cupboards, the fridge is wide open, and the noise I heard had to have been her dumping out my medical bag all over the table.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask as I turn to face them again. “It looks like?—”
“I didn’t realize you had chest hair.”
My brows shoot up and my eyes widen before I look down at the offending body part then meet her hooded stare. “I do.”
“And a happy trail,” Nikolai adds. “We haven’t seen you like this before, big guy.”
