Page 6 of Mink Hijinks
“No, but my mom loves baking and so do I.”
“My gran, loved it, but I didn’t pick it up. I…” Pax scratches the back of his neck. “I’ve never embraced traditional Omega ventures. I’m a mechanic and love it. But sometimes I wish I had a talent like baking or something.”
I bob my head. “You know, humans really like to create separate gender and designation roles. Shifters don’t really do that. I’m an Alpha that loves designing stuffed toys, bakes, sews, and a few other traditionally Omega activities. No one in my community ridicules me for not being masculine or manly enough. They don’t force anything on me or anyone. I’m simply Aaron.”
“That must be nice,” Pax whispers. He leans against the counter and watches as I whip up a basic icing for the pumpkin loaves.
“It really is. I can’t see how humans can deal with it. I can’t imagine being stifled because of what’s between my legs or who I’m supposed to fuck because of our designations. I don’t care about any of it. If we vibe, we vibe. That’s what I say, and it’s always worked for me.”
“That’s… that’s really beautiful, actually.” But instead of seeming happy, Pax’s shoulders drop. “Some days I don’t even know who I am. Who the heck is Pax? I sure as… fudge don’t know.”
I chuckle. “I appreciate the attempt at not cursing.”
Pax gives me an adorable crooked smile. “I aim to please. At least attempt it.”
“And I thank you for it.” I tip my head.
I drizzle the icing over the still warm loaves, and Pax practically drools on the counter as he watches me.
“Would you like some?” I ask.
“Yes, please. I love pumpkin. Everyone makes fun of me because I buy up everything I can when it’s pumpkin season, but it’s so freaking good. My friend Buckle is the same.”
He must sense my inner snarl because he laughs.
“Buckle and I are just friends.”
“I suppose if you were more, he’d be here with you.”
Pax shrugs. “Perhaps, but I’m not boyfriend material.” Sadness pours off him as I dig one of the loaves from its little pan.
I plate the loaf and hand him the leftover icing. He drizzles more on until it’s practically drowning, but I don’t say a thing as I dig my own loaf out.
He lifts a bite to his lips, and I hold my breath. I know I’m a good baker, but sometimes a new taster still makes me nervous.
Pax’s eyes shutter closed as he takes the bite. His moan is sinful and my cock perks to life instantly.
“Holy hell, this is probably the best pumpkin loaf I have ever had the pleasure of eating. You are a culinary genius.” He slowly eats another bite, savoring it.
I don’t normally go hot from praise, but apparently he is the exception. Maybe I’ll be the one begging him to fuck me by the end of the night.
“I’m verse, by the way,” I offer. “In case you were wondering.”
Pax chokes on his next bite. He places his precious pumpkin loaf on the counter as I fill a glass with water and pass it to him. He chokes on his first sip and coughs until he’s cleared his throat.
“Why did you feel the need to tell me that?” He asks when he can talk again. He’s almost laughing, which I take as a good sign.
“Why not? You’re moaning into my loaf and it got me all hot and bothered.” I fan my face, which makes him laugh again.
“I don’t think I’ve met anyone so free with their thoughts.” Pax lifts his loaf again.
“That’s shifters for ya. We share a lot of TMI. Or maybe it’s just me? I don’t know. I’m number four in a set of quints and they all tell me I’m the wild child.”
“I don’t even know your siblings, and I’ll have to agree.” Pax grins as he takes another bite. A bit of icing stays on his lips and I want to lean in and lick him clean. He’s beautiful.
“In all seriousness,” I start. “I’m harmless. If you tell me to cut it off with the sex jokes, I will. I don’t want you uncomfortable during your vacation.”
“Thank you for that.” He bobs his head and moans into another bite. “Sorry. Sorry. It’s just so good.”
