Page 16 of My Omega's Baby
I knew his anger shouldn’t affect me at all. But it did. An intense uneasiness filled my gut as he paid for the food and we headed out to the car. The night air was damp as he scoped the area intently. Once he felt it was safe, he helped load the groceries into the back of the vehicle.
We slid into the car, and he started the engine. But he didn’t put it in reverse; instead he sat staring out the front windshield.
“It was just a joke.” My voice wobbled.
He turned his body to face me. His eyes were a strange blue in the dark cab, and they made my pulse speed up even more. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“I thought it was funny.” I swallowed.
“You thought it was amusing to fake attraction to me?” He squinted.
“She annoyed me.” My excuse sounded lame even to me.
He chuffed. “This assignment is temporary. What I don’t need is you screwing with my real life.”
I shrugged. “You didn’t seem that into her.”
His eyes flared salaciously. “Trust me, I’ve been into her.”
My face heated and distaste filled my gut. “I don’t need to hear the details.”
He clenched his jaw. “We need to keep this professional. I’m watching out for you. You don’t have any business butting into my sex life or mocking me in front of people who know me personally.”
I thought about Heather and her bleached hair and neon-pink lipstick, and something inside me physically ached. I couldn’t stand the thought of them together, and I had absolutely no idea why it mattered. “You can do better, dude.”
He leaned toward me, and his eyes were so bright it hurt to look at them. “It’s none of your business who I fuck.”
His clean scent filled my nostrils, and my cock hardened between my thighs. There was a carnal energy surging between us, and neither one of us wanted it. But I could see he was aware of it, just as I was. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and I fought the urge to pull him closer. I wanted to push my tongue between his firm lips and taste him. Every inch of my flesh prickled with lust, and I could see he was fighting the same thing.
“I don’t care who you fuck.” My voice was hard as I struggled to persuade him.
“And I don’t give a shit who you screw either.” He sounded breathless.
The very thought of being attracted to him was ridiculous. I swallowed hard. “In fact, you… you should invite Heather over, and she can bring a friend.”
He moved back and his surprise hung in the air. “Why?”
I gave a gruff laugh. “Why? So we can fuck them. Obviously.” I cleared my throat and stared out the windshield. “I like girls. You like girls. We could have a little mini party.”
He put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking space. “No one is coming over while you’re in my care. I’m not running a frat house.” He shook his head, sounding disgusted. “Maybe you can keep it in your pants just a while longer, old man, so we can keep you alive.”
“Whatever you say, Mom.” I shrugged and leaned back against the seat.
The weird sexual tension between us seemed to have disappeared. We were back to bickering like usual. I breathed in and exhaled slowly. Everything could go back to normal because I knew how to handle this ornery version of Blade.
Chapter Five
Blade
What the fuck?
I sat in the living room pretending to watch a ball game on TV while Wyatt cooked dinner. I kept running the scenario in the grocery store with Heather over and over in my head. I couldn’t figure out why Wyatt had done what he’d done. He’d seemed almost territorial about me.
We can’t stand each other. Right?
My face warmed as I thought about the energy between us in the car. I was uneasy to admit I’d wanted to kiss him. I’d wanted that so bad I’d been unable to breathe properly. Even now, as I sat on the couch, my nipples pricked with the thought of him putting his mouth on mine. I shifted because my underwear was uncomfortable and tight suddenly.
I rubbed my sweaty face and tried to think about things logically. What had changed between us? Anger was a passionate emotion. Perhaps the constant frustration we felt with each other was being misinterpreted by our bodies as lust. I liked that answer. It made sense to me. Emotions were hard to navigate. I wasn’t good at doing it, that was for sure. It wasn’t hard to accept that I could possibly confuse frustration with arousal.
