Page 56 of Bully for Sale
The power of denying Ned was almost as hot as he suspected the consummation would be.
“Ned is with his father,” Earl said, and it seemed like he was repeating himself. “Are you all right, sir? Should I get him for you?”
Ezer tried to get his mind out of the gutter and remember what he and Earl had been talking about. Weird that the thought of Ned before him, naked and dripping, seemed to both soothe and irritate him all at once. But it did. “Uh, what? I’m sorry? What are you asking me?” He ran his eyes over the nest again, feeling the walls closing in. Even the glass of the windows seemed to push at his skin and hurt.
“You asked where Ned was again, sir, and I told you he’s with his father. Should I get him for you?”
“No, no,” Ezer said, rubbing at his arms and shifting awkwardly in his jeans. His clothes were constraining, too. He couldn’t breathe in them. He couldn’t breathe at all in this room and in these garments. He wanted to be back at the beach; he wanted to be running naked on the sand. He wanted Ned to catch him and throw him onto a sandbank and shove his—
“Fuck!” Ezer whimpered, squeezing his eyes closed.
“Sir, I think it’s time you were rid of those clothes,” Earl said. “Let me help you take them off.”
Ezer gritted his teeth, but let Earl help him remove his hoodie, his T-shirt, and his jeans. His underwear was wet from both slick and pre-cum, but Earl said nothing as he slipped them down Ezer’s thighs and pulled them from his feet. He didn’t look up at Ezer as he collected the clothes in his arms, saying, “Wait here, sir. I think I know what you need.”
Ezer wanted to argue, but he was naked as the day he was born, aching all over, dizzy, angry, scared, oppressed, and so horny he wanted to cry. But there was no privacy afforded a pregnant omega by beta servants. He was supposed to feel safe and comfortable with his nudity, with his hard on, his wet asshole, and his flushed skin in front of Earl.
Which was upsetting and not true, and yet he could feel that itwouldbe true. He would soon stop caring, losing all sense of shame. Yet another part of him lost to this experience that he’d never even wanted. With an alpha he despised.
“Please,” he whispered to the empty room. “Help me.”
The door opened and this time it wasn’t Earl who returned. It was the man he most and least wanted to see.
Man?
No, they were both still boys.
It only added to the cruelty, Ezer thought, that they were both so young. And yet when Ned wrapped his arms around Ezer, he was awash with relief.
“Let me help you?” Ned suggested.
Ezer squirmed against him, trying to imprint Ned’s scent enough to not need more, but he knew it was useless. With tears sliding down his cheeks, he nodded.
“Yes. Help me.”
Standing in hisfather’s study, Ned was still thinking about the expression on Earl’s face when he’d arrived with Ezer. The disappointment, the irritation, the anger. He hadn’t expected the old servant to be home from his uncle’s house yet. Even if he’d considered the possibility, he’d assumed Lidell would have explained everything to him, and Earl would understand.
But no. It was clear Earl did not.
For a moment Ned had thought his nurse would scold Ned in front of Ezer, take him by the ears like he had when Ned was a naughty child, and tell him off for this choice of his. But he’d underestimated Earl. The man had shuttered his glare toward Ned and proceeded to greet Ezer with the respectful, polite distance of a well-trained, high-class servant.
After a few awkward moments, Earl had suggested he take Ezer down to the nest that had been prepared and told Ned that his father was in his study waiting to be debriefed about the heat. Lidell was smart enough not to greet them at the front entrance the way Earl had. An alpha would not easily tolerate another alpha near his pregnant omega, even if that alpha was his own father.
Still discombobulated, wondering when he would get a chance to explain himself to Earl, Ned listened to his father’s report: Heath’s beta son had survived, though was still sickly. Also, Earl had been very angry when he had returned and found out what Lidell had arranged. “I was been tempted to fire him,” Lidell said. “But I figured you’d want his help with your omega and a baby, if one is going to come.”
Ned didn’t know what to say, which was fine since his father kept talking. “If Heath’s new baby wasn’t still so sick, I have no doubt Earl would report all this to Simon, who’d tell Heath, and we’d have him on our doorstep with his judgment and threats. Well, there’s nothing he can do about it now, is there? What’s done is done.”
“Yes,” Ned agreed.
“And what is done?” Lidell asked. “Can you sense any changes? Did it take?”
Ned nodded. “I think it took.”
Lidell stood, coming around to embrace Ned. “Another wad of cash for us, then, assuming he delivers safely.”
Was the money all his father cared about? No excitement about becoming a grandfather, no worry for Ezer’s health?
“About delivering safely,” Ned said. “Ezer is quite small. I’m worried that—”
