Page 27 of Slick Handling

“Do they?” Her voice is filled with tears making me look up from the sandwich to where she is sitting.

Shit.

She’s about to cry.

The lump in my throat bobs as I try to figure out what to do. I have to hug her. What choice do I have in this situation? This freaking Omega came in and set a bath for me because she wanted to ease my rut but didn’t know me. I can give her a hug. A hug is innocent.

My arms are around her, lifting her out of the stool because of our height differences. Her face is in my neck and I can feel the warmth of her tears on my skin. I want to punch someone for every tear that she sheds.

“Shh, I have you, cherry girl. I’m here for you baby. It’s okay.” I lean my back against the island as her soft sobs make me feel like a knife is in my stomach.

Terry didn’t cry like this. She cried when she didn’t get her way but when something bad happened she reacted in anger, most of the time. She didn’t share a lot of things with me because she said she had friends for a reason. Having Clover cling to me as she cries is a new thing.

“Just let it out. We can stay here all night. I’ll just hold you and you get all those emotions out. You’re safe here, okay?” I don’t need her to answer but I do need her to know that she will be okay here with us.

We’re definitely in over our heads.

I know Apollo’s mother sent her to us and that it was made clear she is not our Omega but if she’s not meant for us why is she here? Just so we can keep her safe?

Seems like a set up.

Maybe Martha wants us to learn from this. Give us a taste of an Omega before we all end up pro. Before we didn't have time for an Omega.

It felt unkind to tease us like that.

“Everything is changing and I’m so overwhelmed.” Clover's lips move as she whispers against my skin.

A chill runs down my spine and I think about how this is absolutely not the time to lose control over my body. I have a crying Omega in my arms. That is not boner material.

My dick doesn’t agree.

“That makes sense. You’ve been through so much. Was everyone nice to you today?” If they weren’t I’m going to make Griffin help me beat the fuck out of them.

McKinley will want to hurt them too much for the Omega.

She nods her head.

“Was it just a lot?”

“So much.” She whispers and sniffles. The feeling of her nose scrunching up makes me smirk. I’m rubbing her back, rocking her gently back and forth without even thinking about it.

It feels nice to comfort her.

“Let's eat the sandwich and then sit on the couch together. We can watch a bad TV show and just not think, okay?” She nods her head and starts to pull away.

I want to tell her to stay but I know that creating space will be good. We can’t just lose our heads over an Omega.

Even if the Omega smells like perfection.

“Thanks for letting me cry, V. I appreciate you letting me spider monkey cling to you. And for the sandwich half. That was really nice of you to share your food with me. Mickey said you had to stay late since you missed the games and that’s why you missed dinner.” She is babbling again as she wipes her tear stained cheeks with the back of the sweatshirt.

I don’t love that excuses were made for me. But I also know that Mick is already head over ass for this girl. Apollo needs to reign him in. Distract him with his big dick or something to keep his mind off something that isn’t his.

I need to be reminded that she isn’t ours either, but it’s easier as we sit on the couch. My mind goes to Terry for a second and how she was never meant to be mine either.

Maybe it’s good for me to know the Omega will be gone in three months. It’s a good thing to have a deadline of when she is leaving my life. Makes it easier for me to not get hurt this time around.

CHAPTER 11

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