Page 11 of Such a Delicious Omega

He grinned at me, his smile lighting up his eyes. “I love them. All kinds. Do you know of a good place?”

“Yes.”

“Is it nearby?”

“Not near here but near the boutique we are going to afterward.” I reached for his hand and led him toward the curb where I’d been lucky enough to park. “You’ll love it.”

“I almost forgot the shopping. Maybe we should have something besides pancakes, or maybe at least I should.”

Opening his door, I paused. “Why is that?”

“Because I’m going to be all lumpy.”

I tugged him back to look at his face, trying to see if he was serious. A crinkle between his brows answered that. “From eating one meal, you’re going to break out in lumps? Does that usually happen?”

“Not break out. I mean, I’m going to be dressed in tight leather pants or a jumpsuit or something, right?”

“Ah…did you want to wear that?” I didn’t know what to say. We were just going to spend the evening, and I wanted to buy him something nice to wear for that. Most of the subs wore almost nothing, but he wasn’t going to scene.

“Honestly? No, but I thought that was the dress code. I looked online and…”

I struggled with my laughter. “Some people do wear that, but it’s not extremely comfortable. Look, why don’t you just eat what you want for breakfast and we’ll make sure that whateveryou wear, it doesn’t make you look lumpy.” I tipped his chin up and studied his eyes. “Deal?”

“Such a deal. Do you think they have pecan pancakes?”

“Omega, if they don’t, I’ll run to the market and get some so they can.”

And of course they had pecan pancakes. Judging from the yummy sounds I was hearing from across the table, they were good ones.

“Are you sure I don’t look…” Echo stood in front of the dressing room mirror, studying himself in of all things a pair of leather pants. They were gray, which I convinced him was a better choice than black. There was no rule against subs wearing black leather, but they didn’t. And if he was coming to scene, he wouldn’t be in the gray ones either. For a number of reasons, including how hard they were to get out of.

But he was turning back and forth, and the little smile tilting his lips confirmed he did not think he looked lumpy.

“Fishing for compliments, omega?” I handed him a silver T-shirt. “Put this on and we’ll see how you look.”

“I’m not having good luck fishing?” He thrust his lower lip out in such a parody of a pout, it was all I could do not to pull him into my arms and kiss the stuffing out of him. “Kidding. Let me try the shirt.”

I stepped outside the room to give him privacy, and the sales clerk came up beside me. “How’s it going in there?”

Just then, the curtain slid aside, and I sucked in a breath.

The clerk applauded. “That’s it. Don’t you dare tell me you don’t like it. You have to go with that outfit.”

Considering it was at least the fifteenth one he’d tried on, the man couldn’t be blamed for saying this even if he didn’t like it, but there was no question. The shirt had a deep V that hinted at the firm musculature underneath. As he gave a turn,it was impossible not to see how the pants cupped his rounded buttocks. My mouth watered.

“I like it,” he said. “No lumps at all.”

No, the omega subbie had not one lump. Did he even know he was a sub? More importantly, did he know he was mine?

Chapter Eleven

Echo

I’d volleyed calls all day from my friends. They wanted pictures of the club. Proof of life, but really, they wanted proof that I’d gone. They did the same thing with the blowfish, of course. Pictures or it didn’t happen.

“You are getting a lot of calls,” Samuel chuckled as my phone vibrated once again. “We didn’t talk about it. I guess I got my hopes up and assumed. You’re not in a relationship or anything, are you, Echo?”

“No. What kind of omega would I be if I did all of this with you while seeing someone else?”

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