Page 28 of Two For the Show
“I did tell her this is going to be what every day will be like with me. Which means, when I text you, you’re going to come, yeah? Because a day with me will always include you.”
He wrinkles his nose. “I don’t want to go on your dates. And I certainly don’t want to come in at the end of them when…”
His words trail off, but I get the implication.
“I’m not going to ask you to fuck her with me,” I hiss, hoping she can’t hear me. “I only meant that you’re a big part of my day, and she’s going to be, too. So we need to see how we work as a trio.”
Quinton chuckles and wraps his arm around Matteo’s neck. “We’re not going to have that problem with that, are we, Teo?”
Matteo leans over and kisses Q on the cheek. “Not at all. I’m excited for it.”
Their casual intimacy is so enviable. I want to get there one day with Alex and Jude. For some reason, I think Jude is going to be a tougher nut to crack than my Omega.
All thoughts of Jude and our complicated relationship flee my mind when Alex steps out of the bedroom and into the main living area of the trailer.
She’s got her wavy hair still damp and loose around her face, but she took the time to blow-dry and style her bangs. She’s got on a tight maroon shirt that shows off her soft curves, and a pair of high-waisted black pants.
“Well, aren’t you a vision!” I rush across the room holding my hands out for her. She gently places hers ontop. “Are you ready to see what being my Omega is all about?”
Her cheeks pinken, and she ducks her head. “I guess?”
“Ah, sound more excited than that!” Quinton tells her and then blows her a kiss. “He may have never had an Omega before, but I don’t doubt Dario had a little scrapbook filled with his dream bonding ceremony and nest layout.”
It was just the bonding ceremony, but Quinton doesn’t need to know that he was right about any part of that. He’d never let me live it down.
“And with that, we’re out!” I pull her out of the door while weaving our fingers together. “We’re heading to my place, beautiful.”
“Okay, cool, because I didn’t know how to tell you I don’t feel comfortable going out in public.” She takes a sideways step, a little closer to me, and she probably doesn’t even notice it. But now our bodies are touching, and her sweet, chocolatey scent is filling my senses, and fuck, I can barely keep my hands off of her.
But somehow, I manage.
I probably deserve a medal for it.
First place to Dario Reynolds for not groping his Omega.
I’m not going to scare her away by being clingy or too forward. No, I need her to see that I am a net positive in her life. Something she doesn’t need to stress over. Easy and breezy.
Even though I feel like a teenager on my first date.
I open my trailer door and step back so she can walk in first. My stomach twists. I’ve never looked at it through the eyes of someone I want to impress before.
The couch is a little saggy, the television small and on an older stand, not mounted on the wall like it is in Jude’strailer. My appliances have that yellow tone that white appliances often turn as they age, and the carpet is so threadbare that it may as well not be there.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have brought her here. She’s going to think I’m a slob or that I don’t care about my home.
But before I can spiral anymore, she makes a pleasant noise and lunges into my bedroom. I left the door open in my haste to get back to her, and the humidity from the shower is still lingering. My bed is unmade, my laundry basket overflowing.
Alex is not looking at any of that.
She’s snagging the faux fur heated blanket that I sleep with every night from the foot of my bed.
“I love a heated blanket,” she coos, pulling it to her face. “If we’re staying in, can I use it?”
Can she use it?
She can have it.
Smother me with it.
