Page 42 of Wild Card

Is it slightly underhanded to do everything in my ability to keep Lennox from seeing my cock? Possibly. It still doesn’t stop me from only removing my boxer briefs once I’m behind her.

I bend down, snag them off the floor, and toss them into the laundry basket.

My hands come to rest on Lennox’s trembling shoulders as she groans, clutching her abdomen.

The scent of her perfume floods the air, making my vision go hazy.

My cock jumps, bouncing against the top of her ass as I guide her toward the shower door. All the blood flow in my body seems to be dead set on traveling to the misbehaving appendage.

This is supposed to be about taking care of her.

I need an opportunity to show her what I have to offer. I’m never going to look like Rush, or even that asshole ex of hers, and I’m okay with that.

But I’m so goddamn tired of being lonely.

There are a few things I’m exceptionally good at, and I know I can look out for and provide for her, if she’ll let me.

She steps into the shower, and I use my hands on her shoulders to guide her toward the spray. Once we’re close, she spins around with no warning.

I could hold her in place, if need be, but I won’t risk hurting her.

Her huge hazel eyes fly up to mine. “I ache.”

I run my thumb over her cheek. “I’m hoping the shower will help with that.”

“Your knot would help.” She attempts to look down at my cock, which now rests against her stomach, but I use my fingers under her chin to lift her gaze.

This is a nightmare of my own making.

I’m not sure what I was thinking.

“If you still need some relief after our shower, I will take care of you,” I assure her, bending to mark her cheek with my pheromones. It’ll be washed away once I start to scrub her, but hopefully, it’ll help take the edge off.

Her teeth dig into her lower lip as her eyes meet mine. It’s alarming how blown her pupils are.

Fucking hell.

If I had known she was going to tumble her way into our lives, I would have done more research into how to care for an omega.

The alpha and omega dynamics classes I took in high school feel like a lifetime ago.

I get my shit together, stretching to grab a pump of the body wash. It smells lightly floral, like roses, and it makes a decent lather as I run my hands together.

Lennox’s bun bounces as her entire body fidgets.

Is she as intimidated by me as I am by her?

“All right, little one.” I grab her left arm. “Let’s make this quick.”

Her nails dig into my chest as her head snaps back. “That’s really hot. Feel free to growl it next time you’re telling me to present.”

I snort, running my fingers through hers to lather her hand. “You’re so much goddamn trouble.”

Lennox’s perfume doesn’t dissipate at all during our quick shower.

She pouts continually when I block her attempts to grab my cock.

“Why are you being so difficult?” Her bottom lip pokes out dramatically. “You said you’d take care of me after we cleaned up.”

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