“Me either,” I agree.
The only reason I’ve been able to stay sane is a mixture of Ethan being home with me and the promise that we’ll figure out our shit and I’ll finally have the bonds I’ve been pining for.
Part of me kind of wants to rip the bandage off and just bond with them to see if it solves the problem, but I know it could make things worse.
I don’t want them to fight, and I hate that I’m part of the reason they don’t get along.
Max squeezes me close to his chest like he can sense my train of thought.
“We’re going to get this sorted, baby. We have an appointment set, and for the most part, Nilsen and I have been getting along.”
“I know, I just feel guilty, I think.”
“Don’t. You’re worth whatever we need to go through to make this work.”
I sit up and straddle his lap, trailing the skin of his jaw. He’s so handsome and big. The universe knew what it was doing.
“Do you miss me while you’re gone?” I ask, grinding on his lap.
“More than anything.”
I take off my sweater, leaving me in just a bra as I take his phone and start snapping pictures of the two of us.
“Your shirt needs to go too,” I tell him, and he happily agrees, ripping his shirt from the collar and tossing it on the floor.
I take a few pictures of us kissing and him without his shirt on before tossing the phone.
“Maybe those will help,” I say, smiling while I kiss him.
“I think it will just make me miss you even more,” he says.
His scent is a warm comfort, and I’m one hundred percent taking his shirt home with me so I can get a whiff whenever I need one.
He kisses down my neck, paying extra attention to one spot where he sucks and licks my skin.
“One day, I’m going to mark you here, baby.”
“But where will I mark you?” I joke.
“Wherever the fuck you want,” he mumbles, squeezing my ass, making me grind harder on his lap.
I unbutton my jeans and stand up and slide out of them as he pushes down his shorts.
“There are condoms in the bathroom,” he says.
I walk mostly naked to the bathroom, feeling a little pissed he has condoms. I mean, logically, I know we need one, but I also don’t like the fact that he probably purchased them before we were together. It’s stupid, but I’m just an Omega.
When I come back and slide the condom on his cock, he pulls me on his lap, and I slink down his length. The stretch and feel of him feels like a warm caress, and I let myself and my jealous feelings go.
Unlike all the other times I’ve been with Max, this is different.
It’s sweet and slow.
His strong hands don’t leave my body as I ride him, our lips constantly on each other as I just enjoy the scent and feel of him.
“You’re so perfect,” he says, and I shake my head.
I’m far from perfect. I was just jealous of condoms.
