Page 24 of Blizzards and Brews
I could feel the heat from his touch sink into my skin, feel the frustration from him that we’d been interrupted but also the warmth for his brother.
Nothing I said to him would make it better, not right now, so I focused on what I could control. Namely making sure our sweet omega didn’t turn into a grumpy grizzly.
Ollie was the kindest person I knew, and he didn’t often get in a mood like this, but when he did, it was always better to try and be proactive to his needs.
“You may need to make more,” he said, bending down to bury his face in the crook of my neck. “I might need to drink the whole thing.”
The door swung open again and in walked Dustin and Spencer both of them looking just as tired as we all felt.
Ollie’s head swung their direction and he all but threw himself at Spencer, the alpha not missing a beat as he wrapped him in his arms.
“Good morning to you too, sleepy head,” Spencer said, chuckling fondly. “I heard you're in the mood for coffee.”
“I got it,” I said, my arms now empty. I pulled down five mugs and lined them up.
Adam jumped into action, grabbing the bin of sugar off the shelf and doctoring the first three the way Ollie, Dustin, and I liked them. Yes, he was the kind of purist that preferred his coffee black. Of course, he said he did that to balance his sweet tooth. One that adorably enough, rivaled Ollie’s.
Turning toward Spencer who had Ollie still tucked into his chest, I raised an eyebrow at him questioning.
“Cream and one sugar, please angel.”
They looked so freaking adorable together that my jaded, little heart melted a bit more. I’d never seen Ollie affectionate with anyone, I mean outside the hugs he sometimes sought out.
I passed out the mugs, everyone seeming to focus on getting their caffeine intake as we enjoyed a moment of silence.
Adam’s gaze never strayed too far away from me, and I could tell that he was about to reach his boiling point. Of course, snowed in together in our bar was probably the worst place for it to happen.
He’d been so absolute the other night when we’d spoken, but I saw the way his eyes tightened every time Spencer called me ‘angel’ or showed me affection.
My stomach rumbled, breaking my musings.
“We need to use what we can in the cooler before it goes bad and try not to open it,” Dustin said. “Let’s get you fed.”
“I’d offer to cook, but breakfast is something I’ve never really mastered. I can cook about any kind of meat or seafood but eggs always seem to elude me,” Spencer admitted.
Adam grumbled something under his breath that had Dustin smacking his shoulder.
“I want pancakes,” Ollie said looking up to Spencer. “Would you like to help me make them? I could show you how.”
A wide smile stretched across the alpha’s lips. “I’d love that, sweets. Maybe you can fill me in on all the good stories of you and our angel while you give me a lesson. I promise I’ll be a good student.”
Ollie shivered at his words and I couldn’t blame him, remembering exactly how talented Spencer was. If the sudden burst of caramel-marshmallow scent was any indication, Ollie and I were on the exact same page.
Adam took his coffee and stormed out of the kitchen.
“I don’t think he wants to hear about you playing student and teacher with his brother,” I said.
Dustin laughed. “He didn’t storm out because of Ollie, babe. You smell all kinds of delectable right now, even to me. I bet it’s only stronger for Adam with his senses.”
Disbelief hit me, my cheeks warming at his words. I turned to Ollie and Spencer questioningly.
“He’s right, Linds,” Ollie said softly. “You smell delicious.”
With all three of their heated glazes on me, I shifted where I stood and downed my coffee, immediately pouring myself another cup.
I was completely and utterly fucked, and I was snowed in with four men who wanted more from me than I had ever given before.
They wanted everything.