Page 23 of My Omega's Baby
I was numb with shock. I’d let Wyatt Smith fuck me. And I’d wanted him as much as he’d wanted me. While I was surprised that I was apparently sexually drawn to men, the real zinger was that I could be attracted to an asshole like Wyatt.
After my nausea had finally passed, Wyatt tried to get me to eat dinner, but I was unable to even stomach the idea let alone the food. I was nonplussed at how much it had bothered him that I’d been sick. He’d never struck me as a nurturing kind of guy, but he’d hovered so much I’d finally had to tell him to go away.
Traumatized by my poor taste in men or not, Wyatt was my job responsibility, so while he ate the beef Stroganoff, I sat in silence pretending to watch TV. I got the feeling Wyatt wanted to talk, but I just wanted to pretend it had never happened and go back to how it had been.
After about an hour, he finally muted the TV and faced me. “Do you still feel nauseous?”
“Nope.” I kept my gaze on the silent screen.
He narrowed his gaze. “Would you tell me if you did?”
“Maybe.”
“I think you should come in with me tomorrow when we go by my mom’s house.”
I scowled at him. “Why?”
“Don’t worry. Not because I’m going to announce our engagement.”
My face warmed, but I ignored his sarcasm. “I already told you I don’t want to see your mom. That was before we had our little tumble in the hay. Now I’m for sure not going in. You can just run in and grab your wallet.” I frowned. “Did you even call your mom to be sure it’s there? I don’t want to drive all the way over there and it’s under your bed this whole time.”
“I texted her and she said it’s on her table.”
“Jesus, how do you even do your job if you can’t keep track of your wallet?” I grumbled.
“Never said I was perfect.”
I chuffed. “Uh, yeah. Actually you did.”
He sighed as if trying to hold on to his patience. “Look, I know what happened was nuts. I’m embarrassed just like you.” He swallowed. “Did I hurt you?”
My face was hot as I shot him an angry glance. “Can we just not talk about it, please?” My ass was definitely sore, but that wasn’t something we were going to discuss.
His jaw clenched. “We should talk. We had sex. It isn’t like we shared a damn salad.”
I kept my gaze fixed on the TV. “It was justfucking.”
“It felt like more and you know it.”
I shifted uneasily. “Bisexuality is common among our kind. Just drop it.”
“Have you ever been attracted to men before?” When I didn’t respond, he said softly, “Because I haven’t. Not ever.”
I slid my wary gaze to his. His expression wasn’t judgmental like I’d expected. He looked open and curious. I shook my head. “No.”
“This is why I think talking with Mom would be good for us. She knows all this wolf shit.” He moved and sat beside me, and I stiffened. “Relax. I’m not going to touch you.”
The way my pulse sped up at his close proximity annoyed me. “If you even breathe one word to her about what we did, I will fuckingmurderyou.”
His irritation was palpable. “Wow, you’re like a child.”
“Says the man who wants his mommy to help him figure this out,” I growled.
He gave a hard laugh. “I’m trying to be mature about this.”
I crossed my arms. “Good for you. I’m putting it behind me. It’s about as important to me as getting drunk and banging some chick in a gas station bathroom.”
“Yeah, only we weren’t drunk.”
