Slowly I slide out. As I reach the edge, Jake takes my arm and hauls me up into a bear hug. I can’t breathe and it’s wonderful. Just as I’m getting lightheaded, he sits down on the bed and arranges me so that I’m sitting sideways on his lap.
I rest my head against his broad chest. I can hear his heartbeat, feel his warmth. All is right in the world. Can I just sit here forever please. That would be lovely.
“I really like you Fitz,” whispers Jake.
His words make my body tingle all over. But I don’t want to move. This is too blissful to end. I feel soporific and a little dazed.
“Does that mean you want to do non-hitting sex things?” I ask hopefully.
He chuckles, “Yeah, it does.”
“Okay,” I agree happily. Going back to having regular sex with Jake is a dream come true. I’ll take it and be grateful. My stupid heart will just have to make do.
“You’re really going to forgive me that easily?” he asks.
I lift my head to look at him. “What is there to forgive?” I ask in puzzlement.
He is the nicest person in the world and has never done me any harm. Despite all the times I’ve tried my best to end him. The idea of him needing my forgiveness is ludicrous. The only thing he has done is not return my love, and that is hardly his fault.
“Oh, Fitz!” he exclaims and he looks so sad.
But before I can question it, he is kissing me and nothing else in the world exists. His arms are around me and his lips are on my own. It is the only thing that matters. It is the only thing that ever will.
Chapter twenty-nine
Jake
Fitzisglaringatme, and he is so frigging beautiful it’s unreal. He is the bane of my life as well as the one person who makes it all worthwhile. I’m frustrated and annoyed at him and we are in the middle of an argument but all I can think of is giving him my knot and my bite and finally making him mine.
I need to stop being a coward and ask him. This friends with benefits or frenemies with benefits thing we have drifted into is wonderful but I want more. So much more. Just not having Callum giving me his exasperated look every day would make mating Fitz worth it. Nevermind everything else.
Finding Fitz safe and well and getting him to come back, felt like a dream come true. I was so very grateful. I don’t understand why I didn’t just claim him then and there. Why haven’t I learned my lesson? What is wrong with me?
I grit my teeth. I’ve asked that question of myself enough times to know that there is no answer. I’m just stupid and I’m probably going to live to regret it. In the meantime, I need to concentrate on our argument if I’m going to have any chance of winning it.
“I’m not looking after the pups!” declares Fitz again and he crosses his arms.
“It’s a totally normal thing for an omega to do, watch over the pack’s pups!” I snap back.
His green eyes fill with uncertainty and pain. Gods, I’m an asshole. I know he really wants to be a good omega and not just in the bedroom. Using that was a low move.
“I’m not doing it,” he repeats stubbornly but I can see the conflict in his eyes.
“Why not?”
He does tend to avoid the pups, but I have seen him interact a few times. He doesn’t seem to hate them. Maybe he is just worried about his lack of experience?
“Because I’m not hurting kids!” he snarls.
I blink at him in surprise. What on earth is he on about? I swear he is the most confusing man on the planet.
“Hurt them? No one is asking you to hurt them! The whole point of watching them is to make sure that they don’t hurt themselves or each other!”
It doesn’t look like I’ve convinced Fitz. He just looks suspicious. And gorgeous. With very kissable lips. I groan. Concentrate. I need to concentrate.
“How else do you discipline and train them?” Fitz asks.
His words are bouncing around my head. My mind is refusing to process them. Fitz’s green eyes are solemn and deadly serious. He really does think that is the normal way to treat pups. He doesn’t know anything different. Fitz truly believes the way he was raised is the way everyone does it. I spin away from him. I want to put my fist through a wall, but I don’t want to scare him. He’ll think I’m angry at him, not enraged by everything he has had to endure.
