Page 7 of Nursing the Alpha
“I’m Flynn, by the way.” He turned a little in his seat. Putting his chest closer. “I think I sort of… fell on you last week. On the train. That was you, right?”
Ah, he remembered. I nodded. “Seth.”
Flynn smiled again, sweet and genuine. His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Thanks for the coat. That really saved me from a very humiliating walk home.”
So he lived close enough.
“Anytime.”
God, his lips. Soft and plush and pink. The kind of lips you wanted to suck on until they moaned.
“Anyway, I worked that evening at Saint Agatha’s,” he said. “I’m, well, Iwasa wet nurse there. Some omegas have problems chest-feeding or, for whatever reason, chest-feeding isn’t possible, and that’s where I step in. That day I would have worn pads, but I’d just emptied, so didn’t think that would happen so soon. You were really a lifesaver, and I can’t thank you enough.”
A wet nurse. Could this get any better? He practically gave away his milk. Milk I would love to taste, fresh from thesource. But did that mean he had a baby at home? Was he already taken, then?
“That’s… interesting. Didn’t know there were wet nurses still, given formulas exist.”
“Formulas aren’t necessarily the right choice for everyone, and that’s where I help out.”
“You said youwere.Does that mean you’re no longer a wet nurse?”
He groaned, shifting his back as though seeking relief. “I thought I was done, but it’s so hard.” He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. “For some reason, I lactate harder than natural, so my chest is always swollen, and it makes my back hurt. The pills they gave me don’t work either. They make me throw up—oh shit, am I saying too much?”
“No, it’s fine. It doesn’t bother me.” I liked how casually he talked about his milk. A little too much for a stranger I met on the subway, but it showed he was comfortable with me.
“Anyway, a friend told me about the Nourish Collective. It’s a privately owned company that hires wet nurses for families. As much as I enjoy the hospital, the pay isn’t that great. I have bills to take care of.”
“So you’re a wet nurse full time?”
Heat rushed into his cheeks, a blush so delicate it made him look even more ethereal. “Yeah, I was a librarian before, but books and wet don’t really go well together. They let me go after the number of times I required to pump.”
Fuck. He produced that much milk? My mouth watered thinking about it.
“What about your…” Maybe it would be insensitive to bring it up? Maybe he lost his baby.
“Oh, my baby?” His smile was bittersweet. “She wasn’t really mine. I helped a friend and his husband to conceive.”
Fuck, he was practically a saint. “That’s an unselfish thing to do.”
“Well, I wish they hadn’t moved away after I gave birth. That was a shock.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “They were afraid if we stayed in touch, it would keep reminding them that I was the biological omega dad, so when they asked for space, I honored it.”
“Well, that’s a shitty thing to do after what you did for them.”
“I try not to think about it. If it makes them feel better as a family, then I’m happy for them.” He heaved a sigh. “Too bad it’s left me with this problem of pumping often because I overproduce. There are days I feel like a part of the herd.”
“I see,” I responded, trying to keep my voice steady. The image of Flynn attached to a breast pump, his skin flushed with the effort, milk dripping from his nipples in a warm stream, was driving me mad. My cock throbbed again, eager and insistent despite the suppressant.
I wanted to say something real. Something honest. LikeYou’re the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever smelled.OrYou make me want to lose control.
Instead, I kept quiet, worried the wrong thing would slip out. He would run away screaming if I asked him to show me his swollen pecs on a packed train. He stood, tugging his bag close to his chest, his gesture insecure. I motioned for him to get off before me, then followed him onto the platform.
“You heading this way?” He pointed to the left.
I shook my head. “Other way.”
