Page 9 of Such a Grumpy Omega
After asking Everly to come spend the next evening with me at the club, I went home and slept. Really well. I’d expected to have my mind racing in all directions, as it certainly had on the drive home, but once I got into the shower, “all directions” turned to one fine point. The bulge he’d sported when I suggested he meet me for a deeper experience at the club had been difficult to ignore. Impossible, in fact. But I’d done my best not to stare.
Standing in the warm spray, I reached for the bar of soap and lathered it between my palms. Rubbing the foam over my shoulders, arms, chest, awareness of the rising stiffness in my groin sent my palms with their soapy slickness down to address the issue.
Closing my fist around my aching shaft, I pressed my fingertips into the vein that ran its length. Without the slick that the omega would provide, easing the passage into the depths of his body, the soap would have to carry me until the next night, if things went that way, or longer. But my imagination had no barriers, and his interest in the impact play had ignited it in a way I’d never experienced before.
The spanking bench, the perfect place for a beginner to learn about the awakening of the skin under the care of an experienced domme. Exposed, allowing the eyes of the club goers but not as dramatically as on the spiderweb or the St. Andrew’s cross.
Eyes closed, I squeezed my cock, tighter and began to stroke up and down, picturing the omega lying across my favorite spanking bench, the one with extra padding and multiple ways to bind a sub to them. Would he beg me to spank him? In thisfantasy, he would. In real life? We’d have to see. But with my fist sliding up and down and the images fluttering behind my eyelids, I didn’t last long. The hot water hadn’t begun to cool when my balls pulled tight to my body and the first spurts of cum were washed away as fast as they appeared.
I washed all over, shampooed my hair, and turned off the taps, stepping out to grab a towel and dry off. Tossing the towel over a hook, I wandered naked into the bedroom and slid between the sheets, their cool softness caressing my heated skin.
The omega’s sweet face, his complete lack of knowledge about the things that went on in the club but willingness to visit, to learn, held an appeal for my human side. My wolf had only one word for this male:mate.
I slept straight through, dreams disappearing when I opened my eyes to the morning light. With no early appointments, I hadn’t planned to wake early, but the buzzing from my phone indicating a notification made it impossible to rest anymore. Yawning, I fumbled for the device to find the Cuffed owners group text lighting up the screen.
Talon:Someone has filed a complaint with the planning board trying to not only shut down our expansion but the club itself.
Bronson:Oh hell no.
Jabez:Do we have details? What did you learn?
Talon:One of our permits was denied, and there is a lot of legal language in the email that I don’t understand.
But I would. In the developments I worked on, there were many such emails, letters, and visits from officials. Nothing was ever straightforward, and there was always someone who didn’t like what we were up to. A local who didn’t want a big development nearby, someone who wanted a different kind of neighborhood, someone who was concerned with a habitat thatmight be affected. As I began work on my own new project, there would be a whole other kind of objection. I could be of real help here.
Fraser:Can you trust me to handle this? It’s right up my alley.
They were willing.
Half an hour later, I was on my way downtown. I’d learned early on it was faster to handle these things in person. People knew me there, and it was usually pretty easy to get the information I needed to figure out how to resolve any issues. But, this time? What I found out rocked my world. And not in a good way.
I was going to have to tell my new partners that the male my wolf called mate was the one behind the mess we faced. But not until I had a chance to talk to him face-to-face.
And it wouldn’t be at the club.
I dialed the omega’s number, and when he answered, I suggested we meet for lunch.
Chapter Ten
Everly
Something was going on. I didn’t know what, but neither my wolf or I liked the tone of Fraser’s voice. He was usually warm and inviting, even talking about the most mundane of topics, but when he called and asked me to lunch, well, he was anything but warm.
In fact, he was downright cold.
I had to brush away the thoughts that I had done something wrong, even though I definitely had. I’d tried to inhibit him and the others from doing business. To shut down Cuffed using any means necessary, including filing all kinds of complaints, most of them with no credible foundation or proof. I’d gone so far as to write letters to the mayor and county leaders telling them how grotesque the club was and how it ruined the neighborhood.
The more I fell for Fraser, the more those wishes for Cuffed to shut down faded, but my mind was set on having my father’s house back. Even if the effort bankrupted me.
And even if that meant losing Fraser, who I was sure now was my mate.
I gave myself a once-over in the mirror and felt my heart sink. I had to make a decision about the war within myself. There were two choices. Lose the house. Lose my mate. My mate. The alpha Fate had made or picked out just for me. My fathers were fated mates. There was no love like theirs. At least, that was what I was told through stories and pictures and a few home videos.
They looked enamored with each other.
I was stuck, but did I have to be? Was I really going to be the omega who chose a house over my fated mate? Had I already?
Grabbing my wallet and keys, my stomach turned and a knot formed in my belly. Instead of taking my car, I walked the few blocks to the restaurant and got a table. As I sat, a text came through from Fraser, saying he was running late. He had to print out some urgent paperwork.
