I winced a bit. “Um, I think his name came up during my monumentally dicktatious period yesterday,” I offered. “He’s, uh, Pete’s brother.”
“The sheriff?” Jules questioned.
“Exactly,” I confirmed. “He couldn’t come with the others yesterday due to a work commitment, so he and his husband were planning on coming today but they left early and got in last night.”
“Shit, I’m an idiot.”
“No, you’re not,” I disputed, brushing my lips over his. “You reacted to the context clues available to you.” I shrugged and pulled him closer. “I mean, what were you supposed to do? Storm into the room like an angry housewife to see for yourself?”
Jules chuckled and pressed a kiss to my chest, ignoring the rivulets of water dripping through my hair. “I considered it,” he admitted with a shake of his head. “But I was pretty sure that the last thing I wanted to see was you bending some cute little Omega over.”
“Yeah?” I teased lightly, reaching down to cup his ass in one hand. “Because if you change your mind, we could definitely revisit that thought.”
Jules looked up and raised a brow. “Come again?”
“Oh, you’d definitely come again,” I confirmed in an over-the-top cheesy tone. “All I need is twenty minutes with you bent over the bed and then you can watch in the mirror as I rail the cutest Omega I’ve ever been lucky enough to get my hands on!”
Jules snickered and shook his head before taking the loofah and running it over my chest. “You might just be the dorkiest Alpha I’ve ever met.”
Instead of arguing, I just bent down for another kiss. Honestly, I had zero qualms about being a dork as long as I didn’t find my Omega sleeping on the couch again.
Julian
The shower took longer than planned forreasonsbut by the time we’d dried off, Chuck and I were both clean and very relaxed.
“I never did get around to placing an Amazon order,” I mused as I made my way back to the bedroom to hunt down some clothes for the day.
“About that,” Chuck hedged, “I took some liberties.”
Snickering at the guilty look on his face, I shook my head. “What kind of liberties? Because you look like a poodle who peed on the rug.”
Ignoring my joke, Chuck nodded toward the chair by the door that acted as a sort of landing zone for coats and crap when we came in. On the floor next to it was a familiar suitcase. “Is that mine?”
“Yes,” Chuck confirmed. “After we talked about you missing your stuff the other day, I called in a favor.” When I didn’t respond, he kept talking, albeit hesitantly. “Sonny and Tony had to pass fairly close to where you live on their way out, so they stopped by and asked your, uh, roommate if she’d mind throwing a few things in a bag for you.”
“Really?” I grabbed the bag and hurried over to lay it on the bed, anxious to see what they’d brought me. Yanking the zipper around the length of the bag, I flipped the top over and immediately slammed it closed. “I am so going to get that wench.”
Chuck tilted his head, making a very obvious attempt at stifling his amusement. “Something wrong?”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Did you look inside it?”
Chuck shook his head. “Not until now but I couldn’t exactly help but seeing that, you know?” When I didn’t answer, Chuck’s face fell and he shuffled nervously. “I’m sorry. Why don’t I go and let you deal with unpacking on your own?”
Great. It was bad enough I was on some nutso emotional rollercoaster but now I was making Chuck second guess every interaction with me. Blowing out a breath, I threw open the suitcase and bared the massive neon pink dildo sitting on top of my clothes to God and witnesses.
“It’s fine, you can laugh,” I huffed. “It’s not mine, in case you’re wondering.”
“Not laughing,” Chuck said quickly. “I swear, I’m not.”
“It’s fine,” I assured him, pulling the toy out and tossing it on the bed. “I’m not usually that sensitive. I bought that for Julie as a white elephant gift last Christmas and packed it into her suitcase before she left on vacation.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Obviously, she got even.”
“Other than that, did she do a good job of packing?” Chuck asked, clearly planning on skipping the entire topic of the dildo, if possible.
“Um, probably,” I muttered, pulling tightly rolled packages out and shaking them loose. “Jeans, t-shirts, socks, undies,” I ran through the brief inventory as I went. “Yeah, actually, it looks like she did. Hell, she packed a huge amount of what I own.” Pulling a small travel pouch from the bottom of the nearly empty suitcase, I unzipped it and gave a triumphant shout. “Yes! My cell phone and my Kindle, I’m gonna kiss that girl after I beat her with the dildo.”
“Awesome,” Chuck sounded relieved. “I was afraid you’d be upset that I had someone go see her after you told me not to worry about it.”
“Not even a little.” I grabbed Chuck’s wrist and pulled until the back of his legs bumped the bed, giving me enough leverage to topple him over. I climbed up to straddle his thighs and caught his lips in a dirty kiss. “I didn’t want to be a bother, but I very much appreciate you doing that for me. Thank you.”
