Page 38 of Breeding Clinic

I think about what to tell her while I navigate traffic. “I was born in Brazil, but I barely remember it. My parents immigrated here when I was a child. I was held back in school for a year while I learned enough English to attend regular classes. My parents decided that it was best to speak only English at home so we’d assimilate faster. By the time I learned enough English to be in regular classes, I was a year older and bigger than the other kids. That made it harder for me to make friends at first.”

Kat makes a sympathetic noise and squeezes my hand for support. She’s empathetic and kind. I like that about her.

“A few kids made fun of the food I brought from home, so I asked my parents for lunch money instead. I wanted to fit in. To hurry up and become American. I learned how to be what people expected. At the time, I didn’t realize that I was giving up parts of myself and my heritage that I’d one day struggle to get back. The truth is, that being a son of immigrants made me feel like I never truly belonged to either world. I wasn’tAmerican enough for Americans and I wasn’t Brazilian enough for Brazilians. Like I had one foot in each country but didn’t belong in either. It took me a long time to figure out who I am and decide that I’m the one who gets to choose where I want to belong. Finding my pack helped ground me.”

“I can’t imagine what that was like,” she says after a moment of silence. “It must have been so hard.”

I like that she hears me, but doesn’t try to erase the pain of my childhood. That she doesn’t offer empty platitudes. Instead, she listens.

“It was hard, but it was worth it. I like to think that things work out the way they should if we let them. That all the bad and hurt is worth the good. Because in the end, it led me to my pack. And I wouldn’t trade them for anything. It took a long time, but I finally found my home.”

“That sounds nice,” she says wistfully. A peek at her shows me that she’s looking out the window.

Should I push? My heart rate picks up at the thought. I don’t want to blow it. But I don’t want to sit on the sidelines either while Liam gets to enjoy our new packmate all to himself either.

“I hope you’ll find your home with us too,” I tell her.

Kat ducks her head and makes a noncommittal noise, but her tiny wistful smile tells me she likes the idea. It’s okay if she’s not ready to admit it to herself yet. I don’t know what her old pack did to her, but I’m looking forward to erasing every single doubt from her head. Liam said that omegas need constant touch and sex while they’re settling into their pack. I’m more than happy to take one for the team and reassure her about how badly we want her.

“It’s okay if you need time, sweetheart,” I say. “I’ll believe it for both of us until then.” At the next red light, I bring our clasped hands to my lips and press a kiss to her knuckles. Herskin is so damn soft and underneath her sweat and faint pheromones I smell her body wash and shampoo. It makes me hard.

“What about you?” she asks.

“Hmm?”

“Aren’t you… You didn’t come. Don’t you want to?” She eyes my lap where my semi tents my workout shorts.

Liam wasn’t exaggerating about her love of car sex, I guess. I was going to wait until we got back to her place, then suggest we take a shower together. But if she doesn’t want to wait then I’m not going to complain.

“Good idea,meu docinho.” There’s a spot not far from here that might work. I turn off at the next intersection, then go a ways down the road until I pick up a backroad.

“Where are we going?” she asks, looking out the window.

“There’s a trail I used to jog on that nobody really uses.”

I tug my hand free and work it down the waistband of her yoga pants. A thong. This girl’s gonna fucking kill me. I slip under her thong. Her pussy’s still wet. Perfectly slick and ready for me and what I’ve got in mind.

“Take my shirt off,” I order. I want to see her breasts.

She does it, wiggling out of the shirt under her seatbelt and tossing it into the backseat. Spreads her legs wider for me too. I work two fingers between her lips, find her clit, and rub until she’s panting and fidgeting again.

By the time she starts to grind, we pull up on our destination. A seldom-used hiking trail with a tiny parking lot off an old country road. I found this place once by accident. The trail’s okay. No spectacular views. I think that’s why nobody really comes here.

I pull my hand out of her panties and slide my seat back, making room. Then I take my seatbelt off and push my shortsdown. My cock springs free, aching and ready. I pat my thigh. “Come ride me.”

“I don’t know if I’m flexible enough for this,” she says.

“We’ll work on this every Tuesday too.”

She snorts and undoes her seatbelt. “Like a standing dick appointment? Sexercise?”

“Exactly.” I pat my lap and wait expectantly.

Kat creeps awkwardly across the car. I help her climb onto my lap, pulling her pants down in the process. The round globes of her sweet ass on my thighs are heaven. I pull her thong to the side. It’s light pink. So cute and sexy. This girl’s definitely gonna be the end of me.

“The angle’s weird,” she complains while hovering and using the steering wheel for balance.

There’s nothing wrong with the angle. I brush my cock against her wet slit, soaking it in her juices. And then I notch it at her entrance and thrust inside, pulling her onto my lap so she’s sitting on me.

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