Page 17 of Jake and Conner
Finally, Conner raised his head at me. His gaze was unfocused at first, then it sharpened. "I shouldn't have done that," he muttered.
So regret was already setting in. But was he regretting the kiss, or... what it had triggered in him? "Conner, how--"
He stood from the couch abruptly, one hand still on his head as if that would help him not freak out. "I gotta go," he said. "I have work, and--"
"Work, really?" Of all the times to use work as an excuse...
"I'm sorry." Conner turned and walked toward the front door. I knew him well enough to know there was no point trying to stop him. Conner was the most stubborn omega I knew. If he wanted to leave now, he was going to leave, and he would never let an alpha persuade him otherwise.
But that didn't mean that he would never come back.
I exhaled as I heard the front door open and close. A moment later, I heard the sound of his car starting.
Then he was gone.
I was relieved that he'd brought his car. It meant that he wasn't going to be walking around outside where any alpha could smell him. He was going straight home where he was safe.
He'd said he was going to work, but I knew that wasn't where he was going. How could he?
He was going into heat.
I had absolutely no idea how that was possible—it really shouldn't be!—but there was no mistaking that scent.
I rubbed my face, and then I got up to open a window because it was better to get the smell out of the room, no matter how much I wanted to hang on to it. What good would it do me to smell Conner in my living room when he wasn't here?
How the hell could Conner still go into heat?
I thought he'd taken care of this issue a long time ago.
Why had we even broken up if he hadn't?
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Rolling over in my bed, I buried my face in my pillow and groaned. It had been a full day since I'd seen Jake and still my body felt feverish. This was probably going to last until the next evening, at least, the most primal part of my brain trying to make me go back.
Sometimes I honestly hated my body. I'd even had to call in sick to work!
Why couldn't I be like everyone else? Everyone else stopped going into heat by the time they graduated college. They didn't know how lucky they were.
Groaning once more, I untangled myself from the bed sheets and stood. When I looked down on myself, my boxer shorts were tented. I was impossibly hard, and there was nothing I could do about it. Notreally. I knew that because this wasn't my first ride on the rodeo. If I laid hand on myself, I would get some relief, but it would be temporary only. It wasn't worth it. Not when I knew that my jerk-off sessions would be accompanied by thoughts and memories of a person I didn't want to think of right now.
If I thought of him while I was in this state, how would I keep myself from going back to his place?
It had been hard enough getting myself to leave Jake when my insides caught on fire and every inch of my skin yearned to be touched. I wouldn't have blamed any other omega for giving in to temptation. But I was nothing if not stubborn.
I wasnotgoing to throw myself at Jake.
And I wasn't going to jerk off to thoughts of him either.
Instead, I stood under the shower and willed the cold water to wash my desires away. It wasn't a cure-all and I knew the effects weren't going to last long, but at least for a couple of minutes, as I stepped out of the shower, I felt almost normal again.
And then my dog barked, excited. I wrapped myself in a bathrobe and stepped out into the hall. "What's up, Kitty?"
Kitty bounded toward me and barked again.
Someone knocked on my door.
