“Fuck.” Beau sniffs and lets out a shuddering exhale. “I love you both so much. How did I get so lucky?”
As we hold each other and share our love and reassurances, I can’t help thinking that I’m the lucky one.
epilogue 2
. . .
RUBY
“You comfortable?Warm enough? Not too warm? Do you need a snack or some water?”
Archer shakes his head. “I’m great. Ready to go.” His lips quirk into an amused smile. “I’ve only watched a few of your videos, but I don’t remember you starting off like this.”
I snort, his teasing helping to diffuse some of my nerves. I’d say I don’t know why I’m nervous, but that’d be a lie.
Making content with him is a big deal.
It’s already practically unheard of that my pack isn’t angry with me for wanting to keep working and posting content on Slick. Even more so that they haven’t forbidden me from filming with other partners. But both Beau and Archer from the very start have respected that this is a job.
I’m the one that’s struggling with having sex with other partners. The caretaking and praise aspects are still nice because I love hyping an omega up and making them feel good about themselves, but the actual sex has lost a lot of its appeal. What once made me feel amazing and empowered now feels more like a chore.
Still, I can’t imagine stopping making content entirely. I have my work at the salon to help me contribute to bills and give me an outlet to make omegas feel good, but Slick is my space to declare my unapologetic celebration of my body and desires and let other omegas know they can do that, too.
When I brought this up to Archer and Beau, telling them I’d canceled all my upcoming shoots with partners, I thought that would be when I’d find out the truth. That they’d let out a big sigh of relief and say they were glad I was done with that. Instead, Beau was worried about how that would affect my mental health and happiness, and Archer apologized for making it so I don’t enjoy my work.
If I hadn’t already fallen for them, that would’ve been the last thing to push me into head-over-heels love. After reassuring my sweet angel of an omega that nothing was his fault, we came up with a plan to try something new. And by we, I mean Archer suggested it, and Beau and I both interrogated him to make sure that he wasn’t offering because he felt guilty or pressured until we were certain he actually wanted to try a scene with me.
Now that we’re here, I’m trying not to overthink things again, but it’s hard. Archer ismyomega. A piece of my heart that I treasure and never want to hurt, even accidentally.
“We haven’t started filming yet,” Beau says from where he’s sitting by one of the cameras I have mounted in the room.
He looks calm. Happy for us. And probably happy for himself, since he loves watching me and Archer together.
“Yeah, I just wanted to check before we, uh, get going. If you end up hating it, we’ll delete the video. Like I said, I’m happy to do solo content if this makes you uncomfortable at all.”
Archer places a hand on my cheek and tilts my face so I look up at him. “I’m not uncomfortable. I’m excited to do this with you. To experience this part of you. And…” His cheeks flush a little. “I’d be lying if it didn’t turn me on thinking about peoplewatching us. I’d never want it in person, but it’s hot knowing people will see how good we are together.”
That makes me smile. “We are pretty damn good together, aren’t we?”
“More than good,” Beau says, an aroused rasp to his tone.
“Alright.” I take a deep breath, then guide Archer into the center of the staged nest. We’ve brought some pillows and blankets from home to make it more comfy, and even that small touch of our pack has this feeling better than my recent scenes. I press a kiss to his lips, and he gives me a small nod, signaling he’s ready to start.
Beau clicks the remote that starts the recording, and I focus in on my omega, using my experience with soothing nervous omegas to calm myself. “Tell me a little about yourself,” I say, taking Archer’s hand in mine.
“Oh, uh, well, I’m…” We talked ahead of time about him not sharing any personal details like his name or occupation. “I’m a gamer?”
The small question in his voice has me smiling. “Me too!”
He laughs, “Huh, wow, small world.”
I grin back at him, the sound of his laughter pushing away the remnants of my nerves.
“I, uh, I also love reading and immersing myself in fantastical worlds. I even, uh, write fanfiction sometimes.”
That makes my brows raise. He’s never mentioned it to me before. “Really? What kind?”
His cheeks flush. “The very smutty kind.”
