Page 17 of Instant Bond

“Ah, you want to pay for… my birth control? That’s kind of weird, isn’t it?”

“You wouldn’t be on it if not for me. It would be unfair of me to expect you to pay for something that is solely for my benefit.”

“I wouldn’t say it’ssolelyfor your benefit,” he argued, but most of the uneasiness from his expression had faded. “Are you really sure about this? I don’t want to take your money or anything.”

That was a first. I’d dated plenty of nice omegas with pleasant personalities. Even the nicest, most selfless ones were still eager to enjoy the benefits of being with someone with so much disposable income. There wasn’t anything wrong with it, just something I couldn’t avoid.

“I’m absolutely sure, sweet boy. Don’t give it a second thought.”

“Well… Okay,” he relented. “If you really don’t mind…”

After spending another few minutes convincing him, which mostly consisted of kissing, we stood and started to clean ourselves up.

“We need a shower,” he pointed out, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he finally slipped the underwear down his legs and off his body. They were no longer pristine, streaked with his cumand sticky with slick. “We…” He trailed off, his eyes widening with a realization. “Oh my god! Your driver! He’s still sitting out there!”

“He’s used to waiting for me. That’s his job,” I explained. “But if you go start the shower, I’ll send him a message.”

When Cameron rushed off to comply with my request, I sent a brief explanation that I’d be staying for an undetermined amount of time and that he was welcome to leave and return upon request. I knew he wouldn’t go far, he was used to the routine.

In the shower, we kept finding excuses to touch and rub against each other until we were both hard. I didn’t dare bury myself in him again, no matter how badly I wanted to, but the soapy lather made it easy to slip around on each other, eventually bringing us both to nearly simultaneous climaxes.

Afterwards, I put my suit back on and he changed into what I’d seen him in nearly every time I’d been in his presence. Jeans and a t-shirt. While it was clear fashion was not an interest of his, I found myself charmed by his casual attire. His shirt today displayed a fat, cartoon bumblebee with the request that people just bee nice. To him, I would. Everyone else was on their own.

The charged energy from when I’d entered the apartment was gone. Now that his heat had waned, and the tension between us was sated, everything felt peaceful and serene. I watched as he bundled up the blanket we’d dirtied, taking it to a tiny alcove near the kitchen that I assumed held a washer and dryer. I put the cushions I’d tossed to the floor back and sat, waiting for him to return.

When he did, he eyed me kind of shyly. The fact that he could still feel shy after what we’d barely finished doing astounded me. He was the most adorable person who’d ever inhabited the earth.

“Are you leaving soon?” He questioned.

“I’ll leave when you want me to.”

He glanced at the time before responding. “Well… I still have some time before Ty gets home from school. We could still try to make it to your work for me to finish the review stuff.”

I felt my mouth twitch as I tried not to grin. “I made all of that up. There is no review program. So there’s no issue if you don’t return to finish.”

“Karter!” He goggled at me and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why would you do that?”

“You weren’t going to let me get to know you. I had to do something. Don’t worry, you’ll still be receiving a deposit into the bank account you provided, for your time.”

“Uh, but I didn’t do anything to get paid for.”

“Sure you did,” I argued. “We don’t want our salon team to get rusty. It’s good practice for them.”

Sighing, he pressed two fingers to his temples, giving me an exasperated look. “There’s nothing I can say to change your mind, right?”

“No.”

“You’re a really weird guy, you know that?” He told me. But he didn’t seem angry that I’d lied. Good. Maybe he was getting used to my infamous stubbornness already. That would make things easier.

“Maybe I am,” I agreed. “Does that bother you?”

He shook his head, finally taking a seat next to me. He cuddled up to my side, and I put my arm around his shoulder, holding him to me. He was probably exhausted after such an intense heat and then everything after.

“I guess you probably want me to elaborate on that whole having a six-year-old kid at 22, huh?”

As I’d thought, his voice sounded soft and sleepy. I shifted a little, encouraging him to rest his weight fully on me, which he did.

“I’m pretty sure I can ascertain as to how that occurred, Cameron. There’s no need to elaborate right now.”

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