Page 43 of His Sassy Omega
Desire swirled in my gut, and my cock plumped up. Heat rushed through my body, and I felt myself grow damp with slick. Yep, he had to go. Now.
Moving to his side of the bed, I poked at his arm with a finger. “Hey.”
Nothing. Not a twitch from him.
Poke, poke.
“Hey.” Louder this time.
He moved a little, stretching and grumbling.
A hard poke to his chest.
“Time to go.”
He blinked owlishly at me, squinting, his hair a dark mess on his head. “What? What time is it?”
“Time for you to go.” I reached down and thrust his shirt at his chest, snapping my fingers. “Chop chop.”
He glared at me, sitting up. “What the fuck, Quinn?”
He ran his hands through his hair, making the short strands stick straight up. I grabbed one of his socks, and his pants and thrust them at him. “It’s late, I’m good, and it’s time for you to go.”
He stared at me hard, while I busied myself looking for his briefs and missing sock. Fuck all if I knew where they were.
“Are you kidding me right now?” he growled.
I stood up from where I’d been crouched, peering under the bed. “No, I’m not kidding. I need some sleep.”
“We were sleeping before you poked me awake.” Sure, hit me with logic. I knew I was being anything but logical right now, but I didn’t care.
I could not let this go on any further.
“Look I need to get up in a couple of hours, and I’ve got things to do, so….” I made a shooing motion at him, the universal sign for let’s get a move on.
He rubbed a hand over his face, scrubbing hard. “I thought we’d get up later, have a shower, some breakfast, maybe spend some more time together. Get to know each other more.”
I snorted. “Yeah, none of that is happening. I mean, all of it is happening, but not with you. Not today. Time to go.”
He tossed the sheet aside angrily, and yanked his pants on, shoving his legs in with jerky movements. “You’re being an asshole right now.”
I shrugged. “I am kind of an asshole.” I wasn’t going to disagree with him. He was right.
He stopped in the middle of buttoning his shirt. “You’re not though. I don’t know what this is.” He waved a hand between us. “But it’s not who you are.”
“It’s exactly who I am,” I bit out. “Better you see that now, before this…thing…goes any farther. We are notsuitable, not really.”
He stomped out, without looking back. The force with which my front door slammed made me flinch. I sank down into the bed, wrapping myself in the sheets that smelled like us. That smelled like him. Something pierced my chest, some emotion I couldn’t name, making me ache.
“Ugh!” I shouted into the darkness, slamming my fists into the mattress, shaking it. Causing our mingled scents to swirl in the air. “What the fuck wasthat, Quinn?”
Why did I feel like complete shit right now? Yes, Lachlan was mad, but there was no way I could miss the hurt shining in his blue eyes either. My stomach churned with it. Everything in me wanted to run out into my driveway after him. To call him and beg him to come back, and wrap me up in his arms, and stroke my skin again. To make me feel small and safe, andwanted.
All of these feelings were foreign to me, new and unexpected and terrifyingly real. It was confusing as hell, and I knew I was acting like a crazy person.
“You are acting like a crazy person, Quinn Rafferty,” I whispered in the darkness of my bedroom. “A complete psycho.” I swallowed around the bile that threatened to come up from my stomach and moaned into my pillow. All these emotions, andfeelingswere making me an anxiety-riddled, stressed-out mess.
I hardly ever brought a random hook up to my place, so I was never bothered by telling them it was time to leave. Lachlan leaving felt so different. Empty, and like I was missing a part of myself. Like he was the missing puzzle piece I hadn’t even known I was missing.
