Page 44 of Sweet Heat

Churro cum.

The thought makes me giggle. Omega biology is so damn weird.

“A laugh! I’ll take a laugh,” Mari jokes, squeezing my arm. “What’s going through that pretty brain of yours?”

“Churro cum,” I howl, unable to hold it in a second longer. They both look at me with wild eyes, and it’s clear I’ve completely popped a funny fuse as I laugh until I shake. Emma slips the mug from my fingers, setting it down so it doesn’t slosh over us.

“I think she may be officially broken,” Mari mock-whispers while I gasp for air.

“Has she had some of this mythical jizz or….” Emma cackles when Mari shrugs.

“Miller. Has. Churro. Cum,” I choke out, still unable to stop the hysterical laughter long enough to explain.

Their mouths fall open, twin expressions of shock that mirror my internal musings. Yeah, that’s right—feel my surprise, friends. They both start talking at once, throwing so many questions my way that I can’t even attempt to answer them all. But eventually, I calm down enough to tell them everything from the world’s best driving lesson all the way to finding out that we’re scent-matched in the wee hours of this morning.

“I had just finished giving him a blow job when Owen showed up,” I share.

“Wait, he walked in, and you had his best friend’s dick in your mouth?” Emma demands.

“Why was he back so early?” Mari wonders.

“No, it was right after. And he didn’t see anything. He was downstairs dealing with his own crap. Apparently, some bitch was shitty to Niko, and he might leave their pack.” I frown, letting that sink in. Niko’s a big bear of a man with the gooiest center. He’s my favorite—I’ll need to reach out to him and check in. And beg him not to leave.

“Her loss. Niko’s awesome,” Mari hisses, angry on his behalf, and I can’t say I disagree.

“Agreed—but back to the matter at hand. So, Miller is probably your scent match and a pussy-licking god… so why are you here instead of with him?” Emma cuts through everything to get straight to the point.

My mouth pops open and then closes a few times as I search for how to explain. She drops her head on my shoulder, making it clear she isn’t mad that I hid from my problems here. The support and touch help more than anything, and I work up the courage to spill all my fears.

“I think she just needed a beat,” Mari jumps to defend me. “First blowjob. First time with a guy… that’s a lot of firsts all at once. And with Owen there, it’s not like they could figure anything out.”

I nod my head in agreement. She makes a valid point, though it’s not the full reason why I fled. Insecurity bubbles to the surface.

“He’s known forever and kept it from me, Em. With my anosmia, what if he was hoping I would never know?” Vulnerability makes my voice tremble. “I’m not exactly a prize. Miller could have any girl he wants. He’s handsome, famous, rich, and the most intense Alpha I’ve ever met. I’m just a clumsy, frumpy,puffyembarrassment.”

“No, sorry. I reject that. Try again,” Emma snaps. “You’re amazing. And he’s never seemed to want anyone. There are no pictures anywhere of him with a woman. Every charity gala, he’s gone solo. He didn’t even do it to quiet the tabloids when they were calling him out for his lack of love life.”

Her statement makes so many things click into place. He’s never brought a girl around. Never dated. Hell, even the comments about this being the first time he went down on someone or had his dick sucked.

Wait.Has he been celibate waiting for ME all this time?

“Why the hell would he wait so long to tell me?” I ask.

“A billion reasons, Posie. His best friend is your brother. He’s known you since you were a kid. Your parents are like a second family to him,” Mari lists, ticking off fingers as she goes.

“Not to mention, he may not have knownhowto convince you he was telling the truth. You can’t smell him, and he couldn’t know that taste would work the same way. Plus, even if he did, what could he do—whip out his dick and force it into your mouth? Feed you cum on a spoon?” Emma points out, making entirely too much sense.

“Fuck. Shit. You’re right. And I just ran away,” I whimper, pressing the heel of my hands into my chest, where a steady ache is starting. A headache blossoms, hammering in my temples. “What if he’s mad at me now? What if he thinks I’m more trouble than I’m worth?”

Mari gets up from the couch, and I glance over to see what she’s doing. Her pink-tipped hair floats around her as she bends over, grabs the handles of my bag, and sashays back to the couch to dump it on my lap. Chewing on my lip, I stare at the bag quizzically.

“You’re spiraling, Posie. If the man’s waited for you for seven years, I’m pretty sure he hasn’t just given up because you left the house,” Mari says with her hands on her hips. She’s such a wise soul.

“Plus, you sucked his dick this morning, so that earns you a whole lot of goodwill,” Emma jokes, bumping me with her shoulder. “Just send Mr. Churro Cum a message.”

With a dismissive snort, I comply, searching my bag until I feel the familiar, rectangular shape of my phone against the soft fabric. My fingers clasp the cool metal, gripping it like a lifeline. The screen lights up as soon as it slides out of the bag, letting me know I have a few missed messages. Holding it up to my face, I bring the phone to life and click on my texts, checking the easiest first.

My parents have sent a picture of them all smiling on a sunny beach as proof of life. Owen has sent one demanding I check in and be home by dinnertime. Quivering, I press Miller’s name, my stomach bottoming out as dread swamps me. I hope his messages won’t be as bad as I fear.

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