“Would you two put a pin in whatever is about to happen?” Nick steps up to us. “We’re in the middle of a child's birthday party.”
And just like that, it’s like a cold bucket of water being splashed over me.
Will growls at Nick, but the asshole just smirks. “Sorry, Princess.”
“Why do you have to be such a cock blocker?” Will grumbles. “Just because you’re not getting any, doesn’t mean we all have to suffer. Try not being an asshole and maybe she will take pity on you.”
I snort out a laugh at the way Nick’s face drops. “Fuck you,” he hisses, then glares at me. “When’s cake?”
“Really?” I cross my arms. “That's what you're worried about?”
“I was promised cake.” He narrows his eyes at me.
“Fine,” I huff. “I’ll go check on Ian and see if it’s done.”
Ian jumped at the chance to make Rica’s cake. The clubhouse’s kitchen is big and with all new appliances, Ian decided to make it here rather than his bakery in case something happened to it.
Heading into the clubhouse, I take a moment to get myself together. Nick is right, this is a kid’s party. I don’t know what's come over me, but I haven’t felt this needy in, well, ever.
After doing some research, I guess it’s normal for Omegas to feel this way once they are comfortable in a new setting with their mates.
It wasn’t until I met the guys that I realized that while I might be an Omega, I’ve hardly had the chance to really feel like one.
I’m still not sure if I enjoy it or not. My suppressants are a low dose, but I don’t like the idea of drugs altering my body. Now that I think about it, this is around the time I would have gone into heat if I wasn’t on them. Shaking my head, I push that thought aside, for the time being, and move forward.
“Damn, baby.” I whistle as I step into the kitchen. Ian’s head pops up and I giggle at how cute he looks. Flour and icing cover his face and shirt.
“What do you think?” Ian takes a step back. “I think I’m done, but I’m not sure.”
“It looks amazing. I know she’s going to love it.” When Ian asked Rica what she wanted for her cake, Rica said pink. That's all she said. Lots and lots of pink.
Ian delivered, and he went above and beyond. It’s massive, rectangle in size, and is covered in different shades of pink icing. There are also hand crafted fondant cats all over it, playing in what looks like a magical playground covered in pink glitter.
“Is it weird that I’m oddly turned on by how good you are at baking?” I ask, walking around the table slowly, taking in every detail.
Ian grabs me by the waist and pulls me into him. “Mhhm,” he hums, tucking his face into my neck. “Not at all. Is it weird that I want to bend you over this counter and show you just how good my cream tastes?”
The corny joke makes me laugh. “No. Not at all, but I don’t think we should be having sex around food. It’s very unsanitary.”
“You’re right,” he huffs.
“Come on. Let’s go get your brothers to help you bring this thing out.”
Ian and I leave and head back to the party, but just as we get there, Julia claps her hands.
“Alright, everyone!” she calls out, this big smile on her face that looks very out of place. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this woman smile at all. “It’s cake time!” she singsongs.
My brow furrows and I look up at Ian.Why would she announce that before we even have the cake out there?
All the kids scream in excitement, scrambling off the bounce castle and away from the other stations we have up and go over to Julia.
She walks over to the table that has all the finger foods and begins making space beside something on the table. Wait...is that a cake? What the fuck is she doing? She knew we were going to do the cake. Why did she bring one?
Anger fills me as I storm over as the kids gather around. “Mama, that’s not my cake.” Rica shakes her head. “Uncle Ian said he was gonna make me a cake.”
Julia’s smile falls. “Well, honey,” she says through gritted teeth. “It’s your birthday and I’m your mother. I should be the one to get you a cake,” she scolds. “Be grateful for what you have.”
“But it’s not pink. I said I wanted pink.” Her lower lip quivers.
