Ottis hurriedly thought back to what he had said. Then he was horrified. “No, ignore that! I meant to say you’re straining so hard, your biceps would rip your shirt, at the same time your, uh, sausage would rip its casing.”
No, no, no, that was just making it worse.
His face burning, Ottis waved his hands, trying to make his words go away. “I meant that your body parts would swell like melons, they’re so pregnant.”
“I appreciate the descriptions,” Doc said, sounding amused.
Ottis hid his face, despairing. Why was he never smooth about these things? “I should’ve just said you belong in a porn movie, that would make everything easier. But who says that to their kidn—Uh, Their new friend?”
He stopped moaning when Doc snorted, peeking through a crack in his fingers.
“You might want to avoid mentioning that contract, if you have people looking for you,” Doc murmured. “Sharp ears, no?”
“Right. You’re my totally non-suspicious friend with the big bulge and you still smell like my, uh, special fluids.”
Doc frowned. “Do I? We showered twice.”
They had taken turns to shower, probably because Doc wanted to keep his face hidden. Even so, Ottis secretly liked that Doc still smelled like him.
“You do, a little,” Ottis admitted. “Very faintly.”
“Hmm. Spray some of that suppressant on me after I’ve washed my hands.”
Doc continued to bend the cart’s wheel back into shape. He looked smoking hot, his muscular arms and shoulders straining behind the thin fabric of his shirt.
Finally, he released the cart and patted it again. “There. Try moving around now.”
The cart rolled back and forth, carefully testing its repaired wheel. When it realized that it was fixed, it squeaked excitedly, bumping against Doc. Doc’s eyes crinkled.
“Wow,” Ottis said. “You’re not just a butt whisperer. You’re a cart whisperer too. They even rhyme.”
“Really?” Doc huffed.
“I would call you the Butt-Cart Probe Master,buttthat would be taking things too far,” Ottis said. And immediately groaned.
In the distance, Hijinks howled with glee.
“Jinks, whatever you have in mind, please don’t,” Doc muttered.
“Too late,” the butler cackled.
Doc sighed.
“Here,” Ottis said, feeling sorry for the alpha. He stuck out his hand. “Do you need a hand up? We should get moving before Hijinks gets any more ideas.”
“Good thinking.” Doc stared at Ottis’ hand for a long moment, before sighing. “I need to wash my hands, after grabbing the cart’s wheels. But your offer is very appreciated.”
“Maybe you should get on your knees some other time then,” Ottis said. And clapped his hands over his mouth. “Oh gods. There’s nothing in the world bigger than my humiliation right now.”
Doc laughed, but the look in his eyes was decidedly hungrier.
Ottis squirmed, belatedly remembering that the plug was still inside him.Don’t think about that right now!
He followed Doc into the department store, the cart squeaking its wheels as it followed them inside. Doc stopped in front of the restrooms. “Wait for me here? I won’t be longer than a minute.” He held Ottis’ gaze until Ottis nodded. “Good omega.”
That made Ottis warm all over.
While waiting, Ottis rocked Marcie and made her giggle. He listened to the sounds of water splashing, perking up when Doc stepped out of the alpha restroom smelling like hand soap.
