Page 37 of Omega Tricked
“Here, let me see.”
He held out his arm, and I took hold of his wrist. There was a red welt on the inside of his arm, and I pressed the ice to it. “If you can get ice on the skin fast enough, it may not blister.”
He winced at the touch of ice. “Ouch.”
I smiled. “I know, but you’ll thank me if it doesn’t blister.”
“True.”
I was very aware of his scent and the heat of his body near mine. My cock warmed as my fingers pressed his skin. It would have been so perfect if he liked guys. How convenient would that have been? We could have fucked in celebration of escaping our captors. Nothing made you feel more alive than hot sex.
I felt his gaze on me, and when I looked up, he looked away, his expression confused. “You okay?” I asked.
“Yep.” He licked his lips.
I tried not to fixate on his full, wet mouth, but it wasn’t easy. I really wanted him. I was surprised at the intensity of my need. We’d just escaped a very traumatic experience, and I didn’t chase straight guys. That wasn’t my thing. But something about Lex had me buzzing with lust. I didn’t want him to catch on, so I kept my gaze down. “Just a few minutes more.”
“All right.”
I let go of him long enough to grab the first aid kit from under the sink. I smeared burn ointment on his wound and blew on it. “There.”
He shivered, and I felt his gaze on me again.
“I uh… I need to flip the omelets or they’ll burn,” he said gruffly.
“Oh, okay. Let me just bandage it.” I did that quickly and released his hand. “That should be good enough. I don’t think it will blister.”
He wiggled his fingers, grimacing a bit. “It’s sore, but I think I can finish.”
“You don’t have to. I’m sure I can figure out how to flip an omelet.”
His lips twitched. “You just stick to saving lives. I’ll handle our food needs.”
I laughed and went back to the table. “I deliver babies. I’m not saving lives.”
“Sure you are. If someone who knows their shit isn’t there, things can go wrong.” He flipped the omelets onto the plates I’d set beside him earlier.
“Dr. Peters does all the hard stuff. I just assist.”
“He wouldn’t want just anyone in there with him. He obviously values you, right?” He carried the plates to the table.
“I guess.”
“Babies could die if it wasn’t for you.” He sat as he spoke.
I stiffened and didn’t respond.
He must have noticed because he said gently, “I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?”
I shook my head and picked up my fork, but my hand shook.
“Shit. I obviously did. I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I keep upsetting you.”
I glanced at him, surprised to find he looked worried. “You didn’t do anything. It’s just…”
A thick silence fell.
“Look, Dylan, I know something bad happened in your past. It’s none of my business, but if you want to talk, I don’t mind listening.” He sounded sincere, and he touched my arm.
