Page 32 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

There is a mark on his pants for sure from my slick.

“Do you have a condom?” I breathe out as his lips slip down my neck, his hands just about to cup my breasts.

I’d like his mouth on them. Sucking and nipping at my nipples. Drawing them into his mouth until I’m screaming out his name as I come.

Cameron freezes, sits up, and like any frat fool around boy would do, goes to his wallet which feels like a red flag.

There is something about keeping condoms in a wallet that always irks me.

I don’t know where I expect men to carry them but it just feels like such a douche move. I’m not sure if it’s the thought of it breaking or how long it’s been in there or maybe he put it in there before coming over and that doesn’t sit well.

“Shit.” He looks at me, his eyes hungry as they rove down my body but I’m already moving under my blankets to cover up.

Sexy time is over.

Most alphas and omegas have sex without protection. As long as it’s not a heat they aren’t really at risk of being fertile but I’m coming down from my heat and since I’ve been on suppressants for so long it does knock things off a bit.

And I don’t need any little babies running around when I think about flying without wings off a bridge almost daily.

“I can-”

“It’s my bedtime. I have work tomorrow.” I’m dismissing him and I can see the frustration on his face at the way that I just shut him down without any real reason.

It’s rude but I’m feeling pouty.

Maybe I am a brat.

He grunts, standing, and adjusting himself. My eyes flashing down to the very clear outline of a cock that I gladly would have sucked tonight.

My perfume scents the air at the thought of his cock. Now that is something I would like to suck on.

“Are you on birth control?” He asks, my eyebrow raises and the walls fall around me as I now fully check out of this conversation.

Frat fool around boy alpha hole.

“Listen, I didn’t do guys without a condom. It doesn’t matter what I have to protect myself. If you want to fool around with me, bring your negative STD test and come prepared next time with condoms in a box.” He freezes and turns back, grabbing his hoodie off the chair because he can see how mad I am.

I expect a fight but instead he moves me, pulling his hoodie overme before leaning in and giving me a soft, chaste kiss. He rubs his neck against my cheek and the scent marks me again.

It’s so comforting that I want to cry.

He doesn’t even seem mad at me for telling him that I wasn’t going to go further. He just respect my boundaries and heard what I had to say.

Frick.

“Goodnight, baby brat. I’ll see you tomorrow for ourdate.” I hear the words clear, grumbling to myself as he makes it to the door.

I feel so safe right now. Even though I’m soaked and sticky there is something about the way that his scent surrounds me that makes me feel so good.

My omega brain is melting the reasonable part of my brain as I hug his hoodie against myself.

“Text me that you made it home okay.” I regret it instantly before I can see the smile forming on his face.

Shouldn’t have shown him that I care.

What’s wrong with me?

Cameron should smile all the time. He’s so stunning with his dark eyes all lit up. Even that weird mustache of his should be a red flag but I’m over here wanting to sign up for a mustache ride.

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