“Then we can talk about it. This is all I can offer right now. Besides, you’ve got the divorce and everything to worry about.”
Little did he know it was thoughts of being with him that kept me going.
We settled into something resembling a relationship over the next few weeks. Sometimes Brady would ask me to bring dinner and we’d eat, fuck, then I would go home. Always at his place, never at mine, and I never stayed over. Sometimes I’d push my luck, and we’d snuggle, chat, and even go for another round before I left, but I tried not to do that often.
I was addicted to being with Brady.
Little by little, the lines blurred. He invited me to his gym. I met him at the pool. He came to an art show with me. There was more of a friends element, not just the benefits.
Malik was my sounding board while I navigated my thing with Brady, even though he was wrestling with parenthood. His daughter, Sora, was keeping him and Chen on their toes. He reminded me, often, that I couldn’t push my luck, not with everything going on in my life.
Though he had dropped the alimony claims, Gio wanted more of my art collection. He said we bought it together with hisconnections. Nevermind the fact I represented some of these artists in the past. My soon to be ex husband was drawing out everything he could. Rather than stay in the apartment, we were selling it and splitting it seventy-thirty in his favor just to get this over and done with. I gave in more, just wanting to get the divorce over with, something I’d probably regret later, but I couldn’t find the energy to care.
When I wasn’t at work, with Brady, or trying to keep my sanity at home, Gio was bothering me about crap from our old life. “Do you want this photo?” he would call to ask. “Do you want your old hockey jersey?”
“If I left it there, I don’t want it,” I reminded him for the hundredth time.
“Come on, Xavier, talk to me,” he cajoled in that sweet tone he reserved for me.
“Go talk to Candice if you’re lonely. Better yet, take the kids and let her get some sleep. I’m sure you’re not helping as much as you could be.” Gio couldn’t touch my heart anymore. That door was closed to him.
Gio tried to tell me a story about feeding his twins, but I didn’t listen. I tried not to learn anything about his life. Not the gender of the babies or their names. All I knew was that they were healthy and kept them up at night a lot.
“I’ve got to go.” Without giving him a chance to reply, I hung up. When he called back, I sent it to voicemail.
A month after his heat, I got a request for a lot of booze from Brady. I already knew what it meant. When I arrived at his apartment with a bottle of vodka in hand, I spotted the test on the coffee table: negative.
Rather than try to soothe the hurt I was sure he was feeling, I went to the kitchen, found some shot glasses, and poured for us both. Brady took his silently and slammed it back with a wince.
“I don’t want to talk,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “All I want to do is drink and then maybe fuck if you can still get it up later.”
“Is this your pre-consent?” I asked with a smirk. My heart felt heavy, so the expression likely looked forced. Honestly, I was as heartbroken as Brady was.
“Yeah,” he drawled. “Just nothing kinky. Orgasms only, please. Drink first.” He held his glass out to me to refill.
We drank half the bottle before Brady was ready to talk. “I wanted it so bad.” He slumped against me, head resting against my shoulder.
“Yeah, me too,” I admitted.
“Really?” He turned his pretty green eyes up to me.
“Really, really. A little mini-Brady sounds pretty amazing.”
He initiated the kiss. It was sloppy and our teeth clacked together, but somehow it was perfect, so full of feeling. Brady slung his leg over, pushing onto my lap. We kept kissing through peeling off our clothes until Brady was on his knees over me, with my cock at his slick hole. He lowered himself onto me with a breathy sigh.
It was slow, with Brady rocking his hips, rising and falling on my cock until he grew tired and laid his head on my shoulder with a whine. I took over then, fucking up into his perfect hole, groaning as he squeezed around me. I stroked him in time to my thrusts until he came over my hand. Fuck, I loved watching him take his pleasure.
He gave a sleepy smile as I ate his come from my hand. The taste of him burst over my tongue as he clamped down again, another spurt of come shot from his dick. My orgasm hit from nowhere, making me feel dizzy, or maybe that was the alcohol.
We sat there panting for a while, each of us lost in our own worlds. I was hurting for Brady since I knew how much he hated being a recessive omega. Truthfully, I felt no difference in hispheromones or my response to him when he was in heat. He didn’t feel recessive, he only felt like Brady, the man I wanted to keep forever.
“Another shot?” Brady held up the bottle in question.
“I should probably drink some water and head out.”
He looked uncertain. “Or… just for tonight, you could have another shot, then stay the night?”
“Are you sure?”
