Page 15 of Admiring His Omega
“I’ve never wanted you more,” Cain answered, voice dry.
“Am I as good as those admirable omegas now?”
Cain barely held back a laugh as he covered his eyes. “They have nothing on you, Mal. I swear.”
“Oh, look. There is a camera.” Bianca pointed out.
“Oh, shit.” Mal froze in place. “Let’s hurry and get this done. You don’t think they saw me dance, do you?”
“That’s what you’re worried about?” Van grumbled, opening the door to the closest barn. “Why don’t they lock their doors?”
“My contact left them open for me. He’s going to come lock everything down when we leave.”
“I really need to know who your contact is.” Cain went to the nearest empty stall and set the large stuffed horse down. “Is here alright?”
“Have its head sticking out over the gate.” Bianca adjusted the horse and added her own beside it. “Like this.”
Mal’s heart melted as he watched his two favorite people work together. For all the mess that was Mal, Cain always handled it well. The two filled up the stall with stuffed horses, arranging them into a little horse family.
This is not good, Mal thought, heart beating fast.Really not good. He didn’t have the luxury of falling for someone so close to the Wilson family. He sighed and placed his own horses a few stalls down, right across from Noah’s miniature horses.Not that my heart ever listens to me.
His eyes narrowed as he surveyed their work. “Van, is that a unicorn?”
His friend shrugged and set up her own stall with a family of unicorns. “The store only had so many stuffed horses, Mal. Give me a break.”
“Noah doesn’t keep unicorns. Respect the historical accuracy.”
“Hold on.” Bianca ran back to the truck, expertly dodging cameras, and grabbed more animals before returning. “Here’s a goat, Mal. They have an actual goat somewhere around here.”
“See, Van? Why can’t you be more like our daughter?”
Van ignored him and placed a toy fairy on the unicorn’s back. “Mind your own stall, asshole.”
Cain rubbed Mal’s shoulders, and his body practically liquefied. He arched up into the alpha’s hands, goosebumps breaking out over his arms. “Yeah, okay. Whatever. Never stop touching me, Cain.”
“Nice Mal-wrangling there, Benson.” Van grinned. “You’re welcome to come on these excursions any time.”
“It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.” Cain pulled Mal into his arms. “What are you making me for dinner?”
“Anything you want.” Mal sighed happily, eyes scanning their work. Five stalls were full of stuffed horses. The real horses watched them, curious at all the commotion. “Noah will be so surprised when he comes in tomorrow. This was a good idea, Bia. You’re my favorite person in the whole world.”
Bianca joined their hug. “You’re my favorite person too, Mal.”
“Hello.” Van scowled behind her fake beard. “Your mother is right here.”
“We said what we meant.” Mal leaned back against Cain and hugged Bianca tighter.
Twenty minutes later, they had emptied the back of Mal’s truck and headed home. He dropped Van and Bianca off at their house, then parked next to his RV.
“Can I make you my favorite dish?” He fluttered his eyes and tried his best to look sweet. It was hard. What he really wanted was this man in his bed, but it was too soon for that. Mal didn’t want a hook up. He wanted something more with Cain. For the first time in a long time, he was ready to take a chance. Did it make sense? No. But that didn’t stop the wanting.
Cain smiled one of his serious smiles. “I would like that.”
“You don’t even know what it is,” Mal teased as he left the truck, making sure to lock it behind them.
“God help me, but I will have to trust you.” Cain looked amazed. “What have you done to me?”
“Don’t blame me.” Mal opened the door to the RV and grabbed the piglet trying to slip out. “Betty, my darling girl, how many messes did you leave behind today?”
