Cove snorts. “Thanks, I’ll take that compliment.”
I frown. “That’s not what I?—”
“She’s having a heat spike,” Declan says, cutting me off.
“God, you guys. I’m notthatclueless,” I mutter, pulling the beanie down over my ears. I was using it to hide my earplugs in the interview, but I plucked them out on the way over here. The pair I was wearing wasn’t completely noise canceling. They just helped keep the static background noise down. “What do we do now?”
“Now we get Cove to the bus.”
Cove refuses to let us help her into her jacket for the trip outside. It’s not worth the argument, considering she’s running a fever.
Declan escorts us, looking every bit the hardened ex-military bodyguard. His head swivels, and I’m convinced that he’s just itching for an excuse to fuck someone up.
I carry the omega, and she doesn’t make it easy. I’m a skinny fuck, but it’s not that she’s too heavy. She just won’t stop wiggling. Eventually, she moves from being cradled to my chest like a bride to being wrapped around my front. She grinds against my leather pants, nipping at my ear.
Huh.
I guess I figured out how people fuck standing up.
I always thought the height difference would make it impossible, but I could easily slam her back against the wall and plow up into her.
My dick is down for trying, even if I would have no idea what I’m doing.
It’s an unexpected reaction.
Most of my life, I’ve had no real interest in sex.
Objectively, I can tell when someone is hot, but I’ve never had any preference when it comes to bodies. Three of my dads are bisexual, and two of them are in a long-term committed relationship.
I think bi fits my sexuality, but I’ve never put much thought into it. Especially considering I’ve spent extended periods of my life not interested in sexat all.
I’m attractive—at least physically. Old ladies in the grocery store used to tell me I was going to be a heartbreaker, back when I couldn’t have been more than four or five years old. Throughout school, I was mostly able to pretend I didn’t notice when someone was flirting with me. On the rare occasion they didn’t take the hint, I had no problem flat-out telling them that I wasn’t interested.
My reaction to Cove is very different to how I react when anyone else shows interest in me. My dick is hard, pressing against the material of my pants almost painfully. It’s easier to fit myself into the skintight leather with nothing under them, but I’m beginning to think going commando tonight was a mistake.
There’s no way that she can’t feel how hard I am. I don’t have the first clue why the thought makes my face heat.
Cove is clearly attracted to me.
Being attracted to her in return is a good thing.
I think.
My family pack has always been open about sexuality. They’ve educated me and my brothers about safe sex and gone on and on about how it’s an important part of intimacy and an expression of love.
I’m not sure how I ended up quite so awkward when it comes to the thought of being physically intimate with a woman I’m interested in.
It should come naturally, but I’m the least laid-back person I know when it comes to emotionally connecting with people, soI guess I shouldn’t be surprised that physically connecting with another person gives me endless anxiety.
Still, this is Cove.
I’m going to figure it out, even if I look like a fumbling idiot. Half the battle is being able to take instructions, right?
Shit.
I should have spent more time watching porn made for women. My brother has a weird obsession with that shit. He swears it’s more emotionally focused than the stuff made for guys, and it highlights ensuring a woman gains pleasure from sex.
Dammit.
