Page 100 of As The Shifter World Turns

I had Ryder record the entire process, all five minutes of it. I noted every single step like one of thoseYouTubevideos. It had to be the most pathetic video ever made. And still I sent it with anI love youand aHope you and your dads are wellbecause he needed even more pestering from me.Le sigh

Thing was, I could see how irrational it all was as I was doing it… I just couldn’t stop myself.

Neil

I stared at my phone. Martin had asked me out again—to a restaurant.

Toby has a sleepover. Want to go to the new taco place?

I wanted to spend time with him. That wasn’t the issue. It was the wholegoingthing. But how many times could I circumvent our dates here and make it not weird or uncomfortable.

We’d had a nice time when I made him dinner. Nice enough that I thought we might move onto dessert of the sexy kind afterward and maybe we would have if his sitter hadn’t called to say he wasn't feeling well.

Since then? We’d had nightly talks about everything via video chat and texts, a couple of walks with Patch and Toby, and hanging out with the gang on the roof. Not once had he complained about the staying close to home thing. He also didn’t seem upset by our slow pace in the bedroom department.

And really, in a way, going slow was good. We were getting to know each other gradually. It wasn’t like he could just jump into things, not with having a son.

But also—I was a freaking walking hard on. I wanted him so badly I could taste it.

My clients loved it, of course. But that brought an entirely new level to the whole thing. I liked Martin. I was with Martin. I was a one man’s man. And yet, I’d had other men see my cock, my cock that was hard as a rock for Martin.

By now, he knew exactly what I did for a living. I’d spelled it out. He said he understood. But part of me, the insecure part of me wondered how that could possibly be. It was the same shitty section of my brain that reminded me I was fluffy and not fit and not worthy of the money I earned. Gah, my brain was a fun place sometimes.

I’d love that.I typed as quickly as I could and hit send before I could change my mind. It was just dinner, and tacos were magical. They would make everything okay… probably. Gods I hoped so. I was really starting to like this guy.

He messaged back almost immediately letting me know he’d pick me up at six, giving me over an hour to get ready, but not too much time to second guess myself.

I wanted to wear one of my sexy manties. Martin had given me all the signals that they were his thing but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The only pairs I had, I’d worn for other men and women on camera in exchange for money, and I didn’t want anything to be part of our dating that could cheapen it. Instead, I ordered four new pairs for a future date. Build it and they will come and all of that.

A twirl in the mirror had me feeling confident about the way my jeans hugged my ass.

A rap on the door a few minutes later announced his arrival and as I swung open the door, he held up a huge brown bag and the scent of tacos wafted through the air.

“I come bearing food.” He handed me the bag and kissed my cheek.

“I thought we were going to dinner.” I wasn’t upset. To the contrary, I was over the moon excited, but also confused.

“We can. Forget I brought it. I just thought… you don’t love going out and when I looked the restaurant up online, the photos showed lines outside the door… I should’ve asked.” I grabbed the bag from him, set it on the counter and just as he shut the door, I threw myself at him.

Like in those movies from the eighties when the couple decides they’re in love and they just overcame the odds. The omega climbs the alpha like a tree and they kiss, the kiss that says everything as the people in the airport or the courtyard or whatever cheer them on. Yeah, that’s what I did. Only I didn’t stop at the kissing. No, I was yanking at his clothes. I needed to get him naked and inside me stat.

Martin had a little more patience and as our kiss broke so I could catch my breath, he asked, “You like tacos? I’ll be sure to remember that.” He nibbled on my chin, working his way up to my ear.

“I like the way you see me.” It was the best way I had to explain it. “And pairing that with this hard on I’ve had for weeks, this seemed like a good way to tell you.”

“You’ve had a hard on for me?” Another nibble and I unashamedly ground against him.

“Let me show you. Take me to bed, alpha.”

He started walking in the direction of my bedroom. “I’ve been so hard too, only I make myself come thinking about you. Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

Gods yes, I loved his dirty talk and I couldn't even form words, instead moaning into his neck.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He set me on my bed. “Condom?”

“Of course.” Did he think I was unsafe?

“Where are they or do I need to go and buy some?” Not at all the question I heard, but then again all my blood was in my lower brain.

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