Page 109 of Rut Bar

“Wait, you didn’t read it,” I say.

Jamie pauses his signing to look up at me bashfully. “I have to sign to be with you, right?”

“Well…” I’m at a loss for words. This wasn’t my idea, but now that it’s been brought up, I can’t deny that it’s a good one. I’ve really been thinking with my pussy lately if I didn’t stop to consider how forming a pack could affect Rut. I should have had a call out to a lawyer the day after my heat broke.

Jamie bites his lip and shrugs. “I trust you all. You’re my pack.”

Jamie’s sweetness melts my icy heart every single time he says stuff like this. There’s something about him that makes me want to wrap him in cotton wool and hide him from the cruelties of the world. Protect his heart. Keep him safe from life’s many disappointments.

“You’re right,” I say, smiling. “We are.” If anyone ever tries to hurt him, they’re gonna have to get through us first.

After he’s finished initialing and signing, he hands the papers and pen back to Nicky, who checks the document before tucking his pen away and latching his briefcase closed. “I’ll mail you a copy of the contract. Congratulations, again. I’ll show myself out.”

Once Nicky’s gone, I crook my finger at Jamie. “Come here.”

Jamie comes around the desk. Without being told, he goes onto his knees and settles himself between my legs. My hands go to his hair on instinct, playing with it. “Jamie, honey, you should never sign documents without reading them.”

Jamie frowns. “But I trust you. We’re going to be pack. You’d never hurt me.”

“Someone less scrupulous and kind might take advantage of that.”

“I wouldn’t love someone who wasn’t kind.” He says it so off the cuff that I know it’s nothing but complete honesty. He genuinely believes it. That I’m kind. That I’d never take advantage of him or his submissive nature.

Fuck. He loves me.I do too.

“Still,” I tell him, sighing as I think of how to phrase it. “Even if it’s me telling you to sign something, you should always read it first. You don’t understand what you agreed to.” I tuck his hair behind his ear, ignoring the way his ridiculous reindeer's antlers jingle. The tips of his antlers have bells, too. Tiny gold ones sewn onto the branching tips.

“I’m not smart, though,” he says. “I wouldn’t understand it.”

“Don’t say that,” I order.

“But it’s true.” He shrugs. “People have been calling me dumb my whole life. I don’t mind. It’s like how some people are prettier than others. And I’d rather be dumb and pretty and happy than smart and ugly and miserable. You… don’t mind that I’m not smart, right?”

The hopeful look in his eye makes my chest pinch. I want to find every school ground bully who ever made him feel stupid and stomp them into the dirt. “I think you’re smart in a lot of ways. You’re smart when it comes to people. Way smarter than me. You know how to get them to like you. I’m not good at that and I never have been. So that’s something that you’re smarter about than me.”

“People like it when you agree with them. You like to argue,” he says.

I open my mouth to argue that I don’t enjoy arguing, then snap it shut. “Huh.”

Jamie smiles and rests his chin on my knee, his nostrils flaring and his pupils dilating. “Your pussy is wet. Do you want me to lick it?”

I lick my lips and get ready to tell him no, that he needs to get back to rehearsals. But I’m still horny from before Brendan and I were interrupted. Instead I say, “sure.”

His smile widens as he grips my skirt and rucks it up my thighs. I lift and help him tug it higher, laughing when he dives right in to lick me through my panties and it knocks his antlers off his head. They fall to the floor, jingling, and my giggle turns into a moan as he sucks my cloth covered mound into his mouth.

“I’ll tell Nate that Jamie’s in a meeting with the boss and to start rehearsals without him,” Anthony says as he heads to the stairs. “Want to help me restock bottles?”

“Sure,” Brendan answers.

The boss. Fuck.That shouldn’t be so hot, but it is. I’m letting my stripper eat my pussy while he’s supposed to be dancing on stage. It’s so wrong. But he’s so great at it. He deserves a raise for how well he eats pussy. A huge one.

My clit throbs from the pressure of Jamie’s mouth, and I scoot lower in my seat to angle my pelvis and give him better access. My panties are soaked by the time Jamie works the fabric to the side and thrusts his tongue inside me. I clench around it, my fingers tangled in his hair and squeezing.

“Fuck, pet. That’s good. You’re so fucking good at that. Suck my clit more. Mmm.”

He mumbles something, his words stifled against my mound. I put my hand on the back of his head and tug him harder against me. “No talking, more licking. Make me come on your face. I want you to smell like me all night while you’re dancing for those omegas.”

Jamie slicks two fingers through my wetness and pushes them in deep, fingering me as he works my clit until my thighs are trembling. Not smart, my ass. This man is a goddamn cunnilingus genius. He worships cunt like he’s an acolyte praying to his goddess at her temple.

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