“I – Yeah, okay?” she says, smiling in spite of herself. “It was amazing. Other than the whole doing it in public and getting caught by the police part.”
Tilting my head, I watch her as she stares at my growing cock. I feel proud. My Omega is dick-matised.
I shrug. “I think you liked the thrill.”
I know I certainly did. I’ve never had sex in public before. Sure, a roll in the hay here and a shag in the back of a ute there, but nothing like what we just did. Thinking about how I could hear the roar of the crowd as I knotted my Omega has my cock twitching. I might have a bit of an exhibitionist streak in me.
She groans and covers her face with her hands. “What does that say about me if I did?”
I don’t think she wants an actual answer. Instead, I absently click my tongue and try not to get caught up in her maddening scent. Seriously, how can one sheila smell so damn good?
When I was old enough to work, my parents sent me to stay with Ben’s family during the school holidays for room and board. Just outside the employee quarters was a small patch of lavender shrubs – they were dry and brittle from the harsh sun, yet the resilient plants still produced a few vibrant purple flowers. Whenever I took a deep breath, their delicious aroma always made me feel like I had my feet planted on the ground. Matilda’s lavender scent smells like home.
I move to sit beside her on the squeaky bed and reach for her hand. She hesitates, looking up at my face before smiling wanly and taking my hand. I thread my fingers through hers and rest it on my knee.
“Don’t fret, it was only Link who saw us.”
“I’m sure others heard us … and smelt us. There’s no way I can stick around Bodella after this. What will people think of me?”
I snarl, twisting to look down at her. “That you responded the same way any Omega would if her Alpha was injured.”
“My Alpha?”
“Yup. The moment I knotted that sweet cunt, you were mine.”
“That’s not how it works.” She shakes her head, but a small satisfied smile creeps up her flushed cheeks.
“You sure, Spitfire?” I look down at her. She’s so small sitting beside me but her presence looms large. Every cell in my body is attracted to her. I gesture between us, and ask, “Reckon this isn’t real?”
She sighs. “I didn’t say that, just it’s all happened really fast. I don’t know a single thing about you except your name is Murphy and you ride bulls in the rodeo.”
“Well, then,” I slap my hand on my knee resolutely. “What do you want to know?”
She pauses for a moment, contemplating what to ask before looking up at me with thick-lashed eyes. They’re a stunning shade of brown with flecks of green around her pupils.
“Why did you ride that horse tonight?”
Air whistles through my teeth as I suck in a breath, unprepared for the question.
I shrug and wet my lips. “‘Cause I wanted to?”
God, I sound like a naughty schoolboy who’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t.
“Do you always do whatever you want?”
Straight to the point. I was hoping to have a little longer before she realised just how defective I am. There is a part of me that wants to lie and say tonight’s display of impulsivity was an exception to the rule but the one thing I’ve always prided myself on is my honesty.
I reply, “Most of the time. I can be a little reckless.”
She nods and adds, “And impulsive.”
“I prefer wild and untamed,” I say, my eyes darting down at her lips. Fuck, they’re still swollen from my kiss and I’m suddenly desperate to taste them again.
She huffs in amusement. “More like cocky.”
“Devilishly handsome.” I waggle my eyebrows and she laughs.
We sit in silence for a few moments, just holding hands, both of us trying to come to terms with the strange connection forming between us. After a while, I clear my throat and break the tranquillity.
