Page 64 of The Heat of Us

“Say what?”

“You know.”

“Ok.”

It was unfair, because I really wanted him to talk about his cock more.

“So, why can’t we fuck?” Ben asked after a beat. His hard length slipped just a bit deeper into the crease of my cheeks.

“I do OmegaFans and I need to make sure your tests are negative,” I blurted out.

I couldn’t take the silence that followed. I turned onto my back so I could look at this face. There was a shock, sure, but I could also see the gears turning in his head.

“Is this what the pink hair comment you made back at Juno’s party was about then?” he finally said.

“Ben,” I said, a little miffed. Surely he couldn’t be so blasé about it.

“What drew you to it?” he asked. “Initially, I mean.” I searched his face, finding no trace of judgement in his open expression.

“At first it was a bit of a fuck you to my religious parents,” I admitted slowly. “What would scandalise them more than their only daughter going into the sex industry? But once I started…I got really invested in getting better. There’s not a lot of actual omegas on OmegaFans, you know. And the ones on there mostly just relied on saying ‘yes alpha’ a lot and showing they could take knots easily. I just thought there was so much more you could do! Like teasing your slick through leggings and, and—” I faltered as I realised how long I’d been speaking for.

Ben did not appear offended or repulsed. “You like doing it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said firmly. “I’m fucking great at it.”

When people weren’t being assholes about it, I caveated to myself.

“Do you work with other people?”

My cheeks grew hot despite myself. “Just one. The alpha who helped me through my heat.”

“Does he have a name other than ‘the alpha’?” Ben prompted.

“Remy…but his OnlyA’s handle is Ryder Hard.”

“Of course it is. What’s yours?”

“Sierra Echo.”

“That sounds pretty tame.”

“Not when I follow it with XXX.”

“I don’t get it.”

“It’s the phonetic alphabet and it spells…you know what, never mind, it isn’t relevant.” I waved my hand, feeling like this conversation was derailing. I wish I knew what Ben was thinking but I supposed I had to let him get to the end of his fact-finding mission.

Ben thought for a moment before he asked his next question. “Good money?”

“Excellent money.”

“And you feel safe doing it? Your fans don’t get crazy or anything?”

“That would be pretty fucking terrifying if they did. But I don’t show my face, so it’s not like they know who I am in real life,” I explained. “I do sell my slick panties though,” I added in a small voice.

Ben flopped back onto his pillow and suddenly I felt panic. Panic that this was a dealbreaker for him and I was going to have to choose. Choosing would lead to resentment which would lead to—

“Well, I can’t say it was what I was expecting. But you’re obviously passionate about what you do and I never want to hold you back from that. Maybe it’s easier for me to feel this way because you’re my scent m—” he cut himself off abruptly with a self-conscious glance my way. “Erm, I mean…I thought my alpha would be screaming at me that your vagina is only for him to look at but he’s not.”

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