Page 16 of Breakneck
“You’re no fun at all.”
“Sorry.”
Timmy fell asleep, and Leo held him to his chest to burp him. Then he carefully laid the baby into the buggy.
“Um. So I’ve been thinking,” I said. “I’m shadowing Lothair six days a week, and it’s already taking a toll on my…composure. Maybe I could call Hamish.”
Leonard scowled at me. “We’ve been over this. Hamish told you in no uncertain terms that while the arrangement suited him for a while, he wants to move on.”
“We could see each other on Sundays, and he coulddate whoever he wanted. When he finds someone, we call it quits.”
“If you expect me to give you my blessing, you won’t get it. Hamish made himself clear. He likes you, that’s obvious, but he’s also forty-five and done with messing around. You’d only slow him down.”
I liked that Hamish was older than me and a shifter. He was level-headed, straightforward, ah-mazing in bed… When we met, he didn’t want kids and wasn’t looking for anything long-term. I thought I had the perfect omega to kill time with before we both found our mates. But then he changed his mind.
“I know. He said being with me made him too comfortable. I think he even used the word lazy.”
“Exactly. You had fun, but you were both too sexed-up to go out and meet people.”
I sighed. “Hamish was great.”
“You’re horny and frustrated. I get it. How about an escort service?”
“What? No.”
“Davidson used escort services for years before he met me. I can give you the name of the company. They’re expensive but have high ethical standards and treat their employees fairly.”
“I’m not paying for escorts.”
“Why not? Do you fancy yourself morally superior to my husband?” Leonard winked, so I knew he was joking.
“No. Um. It would feel awkward.”
“I’ll message you a link. Don’t mock it until you’ve tried it. It’s Sunday, and I can’t imagine they’re too busy today. If you fill in everything quickly, you might even get lucky.”
That’show I found myself on my sofa after lunch, staring at the website on my laptop.
The entry form was exhaustingly long. After filling in all my details, I had to scan my ID and take a selfie to confirm my identity.
Are you looking for a date to an event, companionship, a sexual encounter, or a boyfriend experience?I hesitated. I had Sunday evenings, maybe a few hours at a time. I clicked on sexual encounter even as shame niggled at me. Would clicking on boyfriend experience make me a better person or a hypocrite?
With alpha, omega, or either?
I only hovered over alpha for half a second. I clicked on omega.
Specify your preferences using the drop-down menus or replying inside the free-text fields.
I clicked and typed, squirming with embarrassment even though nobody could see me. Shame was a strange thing—like supervision without needing an actual supervisor.
Specify your wishes for your first encounter.
It took me ages, but in the end, I clicked send before I could delete and rewrite once more.
I’d like him to be blindfolded. I want to rim him and fuck him. I want to come inside his ass.
I stared at the saved form, red in the face. Was that crude? Basic? Boring?
Was I seriously worried about an escort company judging me for my sexual preferences being too vanilla?
