Page 14 of Risque
Jaxon
My knot went down an hour ago but Mila’s still sleeping. I carried him to my bed, cleaning him up as much as I could before bumbling toward the kitchen for food. Most nights, I barely eat. A quick energy shake or something easy enough to digest and then I call it done. However, I’m curious to see if Mila’s magic fingers work on any kind of food and in any setting.
I fumble through the cabinets and find a few old boxes of ramen and canned green beans, nothing worth serving the beautiful Omega, who’s stolen my heart in less than a day. So, I make a call to the upscale diner across the street for a full Chinese takeout spread including the crab wontons and the sugar dough they make on Wednesdays.
No sooner have I hung up is Nolan calling me.
I knew that he would but I also didn’t think this would ever be a conversation I had with my son.
“Yes?”
“What the fuck was my boyfriend doing in your car? He looked like he was dying! Isn’t there some kind of contract or whatever that says you can’t fraternize with employees? Does he even know where he is or what you’re doing to him? You sick,sickold man.”
I wait for him to finish, the anger understandable but misplaced. “Are you done? Good. First off, I told you not to be in my parking lot after this morning. Second, there is nothing in the contract that dictates that.”
“So, youarefucking my boyfriend? I should have known when he wouldn’t fight me last night.”
That just pisses me off. I didn’t raise such a hard-headed kid. I have no idea where he got those ideals or why he thought it was okay to treat his boyfriend like that. “What I do with Mila is none of your concern becauseyoucheated on him. That being said, I was not fucking him as you so crassly described. I didn’t even know he existed until this morning. I helped him get home because he wasn’t feeling well.” I almost say for Nolan to give Mila a call but I really don’t want Nolan talking to him.
I had no idea Nolan was so toxic.
My son lets out a frustrated growl. “You stole my fucking boyfriend! He’s not at home and his car is still at work. So, where is he?”
“If he chooses to tell you his address, then he can butEpicureaprovides housing for certain employees.” That part isn’t a lie, even if Mila is currently in my bed rather than his new one. I made sure of it that every contract Jasmine wrote up including housing and transportation for the executives’ wild schedules. “Now, if there isn’t anything else, I need to find some dinner.”
There’s a bout of silence before Nolan offers to eat dinner with me. I just know he wants to talk about Mila but I’m not ready for that. I also don’t want to leave Mila alone. When there’s a long, high-pitched whine from my bedroom, I just hang up and rush toward the sound.
“Sweetheart?”
Mila’s on his back, his eyes scrunched shut with one knee pressed against his chest. One of his hands is furiously fucking his ass, slick pouring down his arm as he writhes for a release that he can’t find. I’ve never actually seen an Omega in heat but it’s both the most glorious and horrifying thing I’ve ever seen. Mostly because he looks like he’s in pain.
I strip out of my pants and climb onto the bed, Mila immediately clinging to me. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
I’m barely between his thighs before he’s jerking his hips toward me, his hole trying to suck me in. I place my hands on either side of his head and thrust forward, the Omega letting out a pretty little howl as his back arches up against me. He digs his hands into my shoulders as I fuck him, hard and fast, the sound of sweaty, slicked skin slapping against each other echoing through the room.
He’s squeezing my cock just right, his own cock coating our stomachs in cum as he finds his release. He’s gorgeous like this, his eyes glazed over, his curls a mess, his lips parted in ecstasy.
I lean down for a kiss, Mila greedily sifting his hands into my hair as I continue to fill his hole. When my knot starts swelling, Ipush forward to plug him, letting out a strangled growl as I erupt inside of him. Sweet baby Jesus, Mila isperfect.
The sounds that fall from his lips as I roll us over are everything, Mila collapsing on my chest. “I never knew it could be so good,” he mutters.
My brows furrow at his declaration. That means Nolan never took care of him and that pisses me off. But that’s a discussion for later. My only priority right now is to hold this precious Omega and make sure he finds his release.
Mila
“Why does rich people food taste so good?” I groan, enjoying the way the sesame chicken melts on my tongue. It’s not authentic in the slightest and it’s nothing like the corner shop I get it from. I tried to look at the receipt but Mr. Holt stole it from me. I did catch something being nearlyfiftydollars but that’s it.
A moan filters through my lips as I dig into the lo mein, my cheeks puffed out with how hungry I am. I’m going to have at least another spike this evening but it’s clear to me this isn’t a heat. No, this is my body trying to tell me that my Alpha, mymateis right in front of me and he hasn’t claimed me.
We still haven’t talked about that yet.
“You look like you’re enjoying it.”
Heat rushes to my face as I look up from the odd little nest I conjured in the middle of his bed, Mr. Holt standing at the edge. His head is tilted, eyeing me curiously, the man only dressed in a pair of low hanging gray sweats.
Time has been good to him, the long hair usually pulled back now falling around his shoulders, the slight plumpness to his torso making me sigh with satisfaction. I was right earlier—he was really soft and nice to lay on.
It takes me a second before I realize I’m drooling and reach my hand out for him. “Sir, I made you a spot.” I’m still naked, my skin flushed with heat, but I’m lucid for the moment and that means food. And cuddling.At least I hope it does.
