Page 62 of His Innocent Omega
“Hi, Wyatt,” Quinn called when he saw my mate running up to his booth, “come for your free cookie?”
“Yes, please!”
Jules fussed, not happy that she couldn’t see all the goings on around her, so I unstrapped her and picked her up. She liked to people watch and didn’t like to think she was missing anything.
“We have my chocolate toffee chip ones and decorated Christmas sugar cookies,” Quinn waved his hand over the display.
“Oh, they’re so pretty!” Wyatt oohed over the cookies.
“Thanks,” Josh, Quinn’s assistant grinned, bumping shoulderswith Quinn, “I had a good teacher.”
Wyatt bit his lip, deciding which cookie he wanted. “Can I have the chocolate toffee? And then we’ll buy a half dozen of the sugar cookies.”
“You got it. Any particular designs or is a mix okay?” Quinn handed him his cookie, and Wyatt happily munched on it.
“A mix, please,” he mumbled around his mouthful of cookie, “this is so good!”
“They’re kind of my signature cookie,” Quinn told him, bagging up the sweet treats.
Stepping forward, I pulled out my debit card and handed it to Quinn. Wyatt gave me a frown and I shook my head at him, cutting off any protests he might be about to voice. “Tonight is my treat.”
He gave me a cookie crumb covered kiss on my cheek, then wiped it with his fingers. Grinning at him, I stole a quick kiss, tasting the sugar on his lips.
“What the fuck is happening to your face?” Quinn snarked, “Is that a…smile?”
“What is happening?” Josh asked, snapping a quick picture with his phone, “Needed to get a picture because no one is going to believe this. Becks is actually smiling. I didn’t think his face did that.”
Flipping them off behind Jules’ back, I snarled, “Zip it!”
Quinn handed the bag of cookies to Wyatt, then over his shoulder instructed Josh, “Send that to me. No one is going to believe this. It’s like we spotted Bigfoot.”
Rolling my eyes at them, I growled, “I smile all the time.”
It was Quinn’s turn to roll his emerald green eyes back at me, “You and I have vastly different ideas of what makes up a smile. What you do is stare people down until they do what you wantthem to do, all while very muchnotsmiling.”
Wyatt, who was not coming to my defense at all, wiped the crumbs from his fingers, “Send that to me too, please.”
“Oh, I’m sending it to the group chat,” Quinn assured him, “and then I’m sending it to Lachlan, and Jamie. Probably everyone we know. It’s like a Christmas miracle.”
“Fuck off, all of you,” I growled, glaring at them and walking away with Jules, pushing her empty stroller with one hand. “I smile!”
“Thanks for the cookies!” Wyatt called, hurrying to catch up with me, “He laughs too! He’s actually pretty funny! And, he has dimples!”
“The fuck he does!” Quinn yelled and I couldn’t help but laugh at their ridiculousness.
Putting an arm around Wyatt’s waist, I asked, “Where to next? Craft booths, tree walk, bake sale, or Santa?”
“I want to do it all,” Wyatt looked around with wide eyes, “Let’s do the tree walk, and make our way back.”
We spent about twenty minutes looking at all the decorated trees, then stopped at a couple of craft booths that caught our eye. Miss Rose had a booth full of knitted and crocheted items, and Wyatt snuck over while I was talking to a couple of my deputies and showing off Jules.
He came back with a gorgeous knitted scarf of the softest material and wrapped it around my neck. “Don’t think I haven’t figured out your favorite color is red.”
He had a matching one in green for himself, and a cute rainbow cap for Jules, with a poofy white ball on top.
We stopped by the bake sale and after looking over everything, finally decided on a chocolate peppermint bundt cake. It had thick ganache dripping down the sides and pieces of crushedpeppermint sprinkled across the top of it. Since Jules strongly refused to ride in her stroller, we used it like a wagon to hold all our purchases.
Witnessing Wyatt taste his first funnel cake was a true test of my willpower. At the first bite of the fried dough and powdered sugar his eyes rolled back, and he made a sound I only heard him make when I had my cock buried deep inside him. Discretely adjusting my hard dick, I suddenly understood what food porn was all about.
