Page 50 of Heat Clinic

The waitress comes by and drops off drinks, and Emily stalls for time by playing with her straw wrapper and ripping it up into a hundred tiny pieces.

I stick my straw into the milkshake and take a long pull of it, almost sighing with bliss at the first taste. And I wait. And wait.

“Do you?” she asks.

Oh, no, baby. You’re not getting off that easy.“I could go either way, to be honest. I like kids. I love my little nieces and nephews. But I don’t have any burning desire to have them myself. Now, Marcus, on the other hand…”

“What?” She grabs my straw wrapper and works it into a coil, winding it tighter and tighter.

“That man wants to rut you raw and breed you.”

Her face turns cherry tomato red, and she sinks down in her seat a bit. “Did he say that?”

“No, but he didn’t have to. That man barebacked you and forgot you were on birth control. It’s pretty typical alpha behavior. Almost all of them have a breeding kink.”

Her mouth flattens into a thin line as she glares at me. It’s cute. It’s like being mean mugged at by a hamster. “Can you possibly say thatanylouder?”

“I SAID THAT MAN BARE—”

She slaps her hand over my mouth, and I lick it. She pulls her hand away and wipes it on my leather jacket with a look of pure disgust on her face. “Gross, Sam!”

I laugh, a deep belly laugh that makes more than a few people look at us. “After all the fluids that went flying this weekend, a little saliva on your palm is what grosses you out?”

She must be remembering the many times I sucked cum right out of her pussy because she turns away from me and scowls at the table. I smirk and twist my finger in the baby hairs that dot her nape.

“All right, here we go,” the waitress says, setting our food down in front of us. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

I reach over Emily and grab the ketchup for my home fries. “We’re good, thank you.”

“That’s a lot of food,” Emily says, eying my plates.

I unroll my silverware and start cutting up my steak and eggs, breaking the yolk and letting it all run together. “I did a lot of cardio this weekend.” I stab a bite of steak, eggs, and home fries together and shovel it into my mouth. “I earned it,” I say around my food as I chew.

She ignores me and cuts her waffle into bite-size pieces and eats it with only the strawberries and powdered sugar, no syrup.

“So,” I ask between bites, “babies? Yes or no?”

Her strawberries leave pink streaks in her powdered sugar as she moves them around. “I think my mother would actually murder me if I got mated and didn’t give her a grandbaby.”

Oh. Oh, no.“That’s not a good reason to have kids. And if your mom wants a baby so bad, she can go get one herself. Doyouwant a baby? Because Marcus is older. He’s gonna wanna have them soon, if that’s what we all agree to.”

Emily is silent as she stares at her plate while I eat and wait for her to think it through. She’s definitely a worrier, this one. “I do.”

“Okay.” I drop my hand to her thigh and give it a squeeze.

“Is it? Is it okay? It’s not… crazy? Because we just met. Because we met at a…”

It’s so easy to shift into minder mode. We deal with this type of thing a lot. Hollywood likes to paint a picture that reality doesn’t always live up to. “Bonding hits everyone differently. Sometimes it’s hot and fast. Other times it’s a slow sizzle. Some people bond out of choice after knowing someone for years. Others find the right person or people and it’s love at first sniff. That’s it, no questions asked. There’s no right or wrong way to do it so long as everyone is an adult and they all get a say.”

She stabs a piece of waffle onto her fork, but stares at it. I don’t like how little she’s eaten. She did a lot of cardio too and needs to replace those calories she didn’t get for three days. I scoop some of my seasoned home fries onto my fork and load them onto her plate. The salt and the grease and the herbs make her nose twitch. She pops one in her mouth and chews, then eats another. I give her the whole plate and watch them disappear one by one.

Once she’s demolished them, she looks like she feels a little better. She eyes my steak as I shove the last piece in my mouth and chew.Not a chance, baby.The last thing we need is her getting sick in the bathroom, throwing up as her body gets used to solids again.

“Sam,” she says, sitting more upright. She holds my gaze, her stare intense and a tiny bit frightening from the sudden change. “I want a baby.”

“Okay, baby. We’ll talk to them about it at lunch.” I squeeze her thigh again, then stroke it as she eats her waffles and practically licks the plate clean.Good girl.

The waitress brings the check, and I fish out my wallet and pay, ignoring her offer to split it. We head back to her car and I hold her hand as we walk. When I squeeze her hand, she squeezes mine back.

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