Page 39 of The Omega's Surprise Baby
“Sorry.”His response came almost immediately. Then after another moment:Call me?
My fingers hovered over the keyboard. We'd chatted a lot, yes. But we hadn't actuallytalked. Not on the phone. We hadn't even exchanged numbers. Somehow that felt too... I didn't even know what. Too intimate? That was silly, considering I'd already been in bed with the guy. But while we were sending messages back and forth, I couldignorethe fact that I'd spent a night tangled up in his embrace. I knew once I heard his voice on the phone, I'd remember the way he'd sounded that night—and then I'd remember everything else too. The way he smelled, the way his fingers felt skating over my skin, the way his dick stretched me open and set my insides on fire.
I took a deep breath.
It had been agoodnight.
But that was all over now and I had to get my shit together. Shane sounded like he needed help, and who was I to deny a friend? Because we'd definitely become friends. Or something.
Give me your number,I wrote in a message to Shane.
That same moment, Nick entered the living room. Shit, I'd forgotten all about him being home. His hair was sleep-tousled, as if he'd only tumbled out of bed a minute ago. Not too surprising. A lot of his shifts at the restaurant he waited at ran late. I was just glad it looked like he'd slept through my retching.
“Morning,” he muttered, yawning.
“Morning,” I gave back.
“Why do you look like I just caught you doing something forbidden?”
“That's ridiculous. I wasn't doing anything forbidden.”
“Oh yeah?” Nick sat on the couch next to me. Reflexively, I closed the lid of my laptop. He grinned. “Okay. Now you'redefinitelylooking suspicious.”
“Screw you.” I held the laptop close in case my friend tried to grab it from me.
“Were you texting your lover again?” Nick asked, eyebrows wriggling suggestively.
“He's not my lover,” I protested.
“So youweretexting Shane,” Nick announced triumphantly.
Shoot.I'd walked right into that trap. “So what if I was? We've become friends.”
“Riiiight. If that's all it is, then why are you trying to hide it?” He gestured at the way I was still clutching the laptop to myself.
“Because shut up.” I set the laptop down by my side.
“I don't care that you're texting. So you don't have to be so secretive about it.”
“You don't?”
He shrugged. “You're both adults. You know what you're doing.”
Did we? I had my doubts about that, but I wasn't going to voice them to Nick. “He wants me to call him,” I admitted. “I think something's up.” I scratched the back of my head. “I just mean, he's never asked me to call him before. And now he’s asked me this weird question.”
“Weird question?” Nick tilted his head.
“How I felt about being an omega when I first found out.”
“Oh.” Nick crossed his arms in front of his chest, expression pensive. “I don't know what that's about. Maybe something to do with his kids?”
“I guess.” Nick was probably right about that. Wasn't Shane's son about testing age?
“Do you have his number?” Nick asked.
“Not yet.”
Nick pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapped on it for a second or two and then handed it to me. The display showed Shane's contact information. I knew this was as close as I was gonna get to an actual blessing from Nick. “Thanks, man.” I reached for my own phone and began copying the information.
