Page 71 of Why Cruise

“I think Justice would disagree on that point, doll.”

“I think this hurts you more than it hurts Justice, so it cancels each other out.”

I winced at the gut punch. Why were my omegas going right for the jugular?

“Hey,” she said like it just occurred to her, “Why do you call me all these different nicknames?”

“Do you not like it?”

“No, it’s cute. It makes me feel…” She tucked hair behind her ear. “My name is really long, so most people shorten it for a nickname. Like Mack or Kenzie. Daryl went through this phase…” She flicked her hand like she could magic way the thought.

Daryl. His name was Daryl. That was a piece of information I really didn’t need to know. It just gave me an easy target for all my useless rage when this fairytale ended and we all went back to Port Haven. If I made it back to Port Haven.

“Mackenzie is who you are. Complete and perfect. I couldn’t bear to make you less than that.”

She stared into the middle distance now and her lips moved, but she made no sound. She straightened up and brushed her hair out of her eyes and shifted gears.

“What the fuck is this thing?” She hit the wedge-shaped pillow and it toppled over.

I rubbed my face to hide my smirk. Where to begin? I flipped it over again so the name of the pillow was upright and spun it to face her.

“The Presenter?” She sat back on her feet.

“It’s a presentation pillow.”

The pillow, made out of that high-density foam, was wedge-shaped, maybe a foot tall and sloped to be even with the bed. It had cutouts for comfort and divots for hand holds.

“Like a back rest?”

“Oh, do you not know this bit of alpha propaganda?” I raised an eyebrow. “It’s to give you extra support in the presentation position during heat.”

She cocked her head, looking at the pillow from a different angle.

“I’m going to have to do more research to determine if it is biology or cultural programming.” I said with a wink. “The presentation position is believed to aid omegas in going deeper into need and having a more satisfying heat experience. And it reminds alphas of the only thing that really matters in the world.”

“What is that?”

“Satisfying their omegas needs.”

She snorted at that.

“Here.” I sat up from my casual sprawl and held a hand out to her. Once I helped her onto her knees, I bumped the wide flat end up against her legs. It was slightly more narrow than most wedge pillows I’d seen before, which would allow for more movement and access.

“Oh.” Tentatively, she bent at the waist and walked her hands forward until the pillow supported her hips. Her chest was flat against the long side and her head rested on the floor. “Ohhh.” She parted her legs to sink deeper into the position.

She made these yummy “mmm” sounds with her glorious ass high in the air. She wiggled her hips slightly, getting even more comfortable, rubbing her cheek against the smooth texture of the foam bed.

And then she purred and I just about died.

She gasped and sat up suddenly, blinking like she was surprised. “Well, that works.”

“So not alpha propaganda?” I smirked.

“I thought about this for a while.” she put a hand on her hip. “I’m supposed to have a fling.”

“Oh?” I was absolutely terrified of what she’d say next.

“You said I can do whatever I want with you. At the pool. You said that.”

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