So Far Gone in You(Primal Heat 2)(2)

Olin grabbed a few warm cookies and scarfed them down. The chocolate chips melted on his tongue. “No, but his brother invited me over. That’s just as good.”

She harrumphed. “Stop talking with your mouth full.”

Olin bugged his eyes. “You asked me a question.”

Aunt Mya grabbed her tea towel and snapped it at him. Olin laughed and dodged it. Before he left, he kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll be back later.”

“Be careful,” she said.

Things hadn’t always been okay between the McBride coalition and the Bourne coalition. Things had been strained because the old alpha of this territory had returned and caused a hell of a lot of chaos. But then Ethan McBride disappeared. His son, Samson, had claimed that his father had gone back into retirement.

Olin had a feeling that was a load of bull. Something happened the night the big fight took place at Samson’s house, and no one was saying a word. But Olin wasn’t complaining. Ethan was gone. That’s all he needed to know.

It took him around thirty-five minutes to get to Syn’s. Olin parked behind Talyn’s truck and made his way to the front door. He pulled the screen door open and stepped inside.

Then he groaned.

What was Coop doing here? Okay, so he was one of Talyn’s top Enforcers, but Olin and Coop got along like oil and water. The guy grated on Olin’s last damn nerve. Coop had a stick up his ass and didn’t know how to have fun.

“Ah, Coop. Someone must have left your cage open,” Olin said as he passed by the man.

“If I throw a stick, will you leave?” Coop groused.

Olin smirked before he headed into the kitchen. Olin knew Gabriel would be in there. He was always in the kitchen. The man had to have a secret second stomach because he could eat like a champ, yet he was still thin—all except for his growing belly. His cousin had been knocked up by Talyn, and they were expecting in about a month.

Lo and behold, Gabriel was sitting at the table munching on a bag of chips. Dane was there as well. The guy was weird, but he was cool. Olin had gotten to know the guy, and Dane was…still weird.

“Olin!” Dane hopped up and raced toward him for a hug. The redhead did that every single time he saw Olin.

Olin dodged away from the guy and took a seat at the table. Dane didn’t seem fazed by the rejection and sat back down.

“Syn is in the living room,” Gabriel said before stuffing another chip into his mouth.

Olin stuck his hand into the bag and grabbed a few. “I know, but so is Cantankerous Coop.”

“I heard that!” Coop shouted from the living room. Olin ignored him.

Gabriel smiled a knowing smile, and Olin hated when his cousin did that. “Tell me you don’t like him just a little bit.” Gabriel’s thumb and index finger were an inch apart.

His cousin swore Olin had the hots for Cooper Dalton, which he didn’t. Not in the least. The man was infuriating and pushy, a loudmouth and arrogant. What was there to like about him?

“Stop trying to hook me up,” Olin warned before he popped a few chips in his mouth. “I can get my own lay.”

Dane blushed. He always blushed when any kind of sexual reference was mentioned. From what Gabriel had told Olin, Dane was what the Bourne coalition called a Prim—men who were submissive but just above an omega in status. But according to Gabriel, the other Prims picked on Dane.

That pissed Olin off. He hated bullies. So Dane was cool to be around, just as long as he didn’t try to wrap his tentacles around Olin. The guy needed to go to a hugging anonymous group.

“Maybe you need more than just sex,” Gabriel said as he wiped the salt from the chips off his hands. “You need a guy who—”

“I don’t need a damn thing,” Olin said, “least of all that jackass in there.”

Just then Syn walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. “You playin’?” he asked Olin.

“Did anyone put that ape back in his cage yet?” Olin asked.

Syn gave Olin his infamous pirate smile and nodded. “But tell me you’re going to let him ruin our afternoon. Are you using Coop as an excuse because you know I’ll kick your ass?”

It was a challenge. Olin growled. Syn was baiting him, and Olin was going to bite. He got up and followed Syn into the living room. The guy sat in the recliner, leaving only one spot for Olin.

Right next to Coop on the couch.

He chose the floor instead.

“And here I was having a good time,” Coop groused.

Olin held up his hand and said tartly, “Off is the general direction in which I wish you to fuck.”

Olin noticed the slight twitch on the side of Coop’s mouth, as if the man was fighting back a smile. “What would you know about fucking?”