Page 20 of Instant Bond

I’ll be there soon, baby boy.

Just great. I didn’t think he would be mad, it seemed like he didn’t have the capacity to be mad at me over anything. But I was pretty sure he wouldn’t like it too much.

We’d only been talking for a week, but already he was what I looked forward to the most. I wanted to live in a bubble with only Karter and Ty. It was probably just some silly honeymoon phase, the bubbly beginnings of a relationship. Would my infatuation with him fade over time? I couldn’t be sure. All I knew was that for now, he occupied my mind more than any man ever had and maybe ever would.

The urge to introduce him to Ty was strong. They were the most important people in my life, and I wanted them together, too. I should have been more nervous about it, I knew, but it was hard to be nervous when Karter was so sweet, always asking about Ty and listening with genuine interest when I talked about him.

Even though I wasn’t entirely sure what his reaction would be to my second job, and that made me nervous, I was excited to see him. We hadn’t been able to make any time for each other since the morning of my heat. It was mostly my fault, because of work shifts. But I knew he was going to be gone for the whole weekend to some important work thing, so he was forcing me to make time. Even if it was only a few minutes.

When his car pulled up to where I was waiting at the curb in front of the club, I watched his window roll down. He tilted his head as he stared up at the sign, a very obvious sign that screamed the fact that people danced naked in there.

Trying not to blush, I cleared my throat and made my way around the car. My stomach pitched a little as I realized I wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t know if I should. We weren’t really a couple or anything. We’d kissed a lot at my apartment, but had it been because of my heat? Would he find it weird if I went for it now?

As I slipped into the passenger seat, Karter’s eyes were intense and locked directly onto my face. My heart knocked up into my ribs, but it was obvious my worries about kissing had been totally unfounded. I leaned toward him, and he met me halfway, his lips covering mine. Again, everything around us ceased to exist as his tongue slipped into my mouth, sliding across mine. When my fingers curled into the collar of his shirt, pulling him in even closer to me, he slid a hand into my hair and nipped into my lower lip. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, just firm enough to make me gasp. When I did, he pressed a soft kiss to the bite spot, almost apologetically.

“It’s good to see you, Cameron.” His voice washed over me like the warm ocean. Soothing and calming and perfect.

“I’m really happy to see you too, Karter.”

“You know,” he started, as I was fastening my seatbelt. “I would never judge you, but I have a hard time imagining you as a stripper.”

“I’m not a dancer,” I corrected him. “I just serve drinks.”

“Ah.” He sounded relieved. “That’s good to hear. It feels too early to tell you what to do, but…”

“It’s okay,” I assured him. It kind of seemed like he was saying that if Iwasa dancer, he’d have ordered me not to do it anymore. I should have been offended, but it only gave me a shivery feeling in my spine. “I get what you mean. Anyway, I’m pretty sure I’m not qualified for any of that. I’m lucky they even hired me on as a waiter. I barely fill out this uniform,” I said, zipping open the duffel bag I’d dragged along with me and tilting it to show him the somewhat revealing outfit inside. The shorts were tiny, not something I would have ever worn outside the club, held up by slim black suspenders over a tiny white collared shirt.

“Fill it out?” He repeated, sounding confused.

“I mean, I don’t have anything going on up here, obviously,” I said, pointing to my flat chest. The girls were kind of lucky in that way. They had something to show off when they leaned forward. “And I’m not exactly caked up, if you know what I mean. I just feel like I’d make more tips if I had a little more going on in the body department.”

“Your body is perfect to me,” he said. I’d been half joking, but he sounded so serious I couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you.”

I’d already made my feelings about his body clear in a text where I’d described him as ‘crazy hot’ which he had appreciated. He’d responded by telling me that he didn’t think another omega could ever tempt him again, now that he’d been inside me. And I’d needed to jerk off after that. I hadn’t told him about that part, but it was pretty much implied on both our ends.

Were we moving too fast, saying that kind of stuff to each other already? Definitely, yeah. But there was no way he was going to back off or slow down and I didn’t want him to.

“This isn’t the best neighborhood, is it?” He asked.

“Uh, no, not really,” I admitted. “The best neighborhoods don’t have strip clubs in them at all, I think.”

He chuckled a little at my response, but I could see his brow was furrowed, like he was concerned for me.

“Is it safe for you to be working here? For you to stand at the bus stop here?”

I wasn’t really sure how to answer. “Well, nothing’s happened yet. I’ve worked here for, like, eight or nine months.”

“You wouldn’t consider trying to work somewhere else?”

I felt uncomfortable turning him down, especially when it was obvious that he was just worried about me, but my life just wasn’t as simple and easy as that.

“Well, the thing is there aren’t many places that can be flexible with my schedule. Ty’s only in daycare on Friday nights,so this is the only time I can work here. And the money is too good for me to try to find something else that fits the window.”

He nodded slowly, keeping his eyes forward on the road. After a little stretch of silence, he spoke.

“Would you compromise by letting me pick you up on Friday nights, then? I don’t want you standing around, especially when it gets dark earlier in the winter.”

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