Page 10 of Omega's Refuge

He grabbed hold of the front of my shirt and he walked me backward, until my back bumped into a nearby pine tree. I winced because he was being so rough. “Take it easy, Steve.”

“You still love me, right?” Steve’s voice wobbled.

“Of course I love you.” I squinted at him. “Why are you asking me that?”

He eyed me suspiciously. “Sure you don’t want to trade me in for that fuckingcowboy?”

Scowling, I pushed against his chest. “You’re drunk. I didn’t do anything to make you accuseme of that. You’re wrong about Rex. You’re being dumb because you had too much to drink.”

His expression was tense. “I don’t think I am wrong. I can sense he’s into you.”

“Well, even if he is, I’m with you.” I tried to sound reassuring and not give into my impatience, but it wasn’t easy. Being accused of wanting to cheat, when he was the only one who’d ever strayed was aggravating. “I only have eyes for you, okay?”

“Prove it,” he growled.

I laughed gruffly. “You want a notarized letter or something?”

“No, I want to fuck you right here. Right now.” He gave an angry glance back toward the main house. “Maybe Cowboy Rex will enjoy hearing me nail you.”

My face warmed. “You’re being childish.”

“No, I’m claiming what’s rightfully mine,” he rumbled, his eyes glittering with jealousy.

“Come on, Steve.”

“Come on what? Are you rejecting me, T?” His tone was accusing. “Why? You don’t want Cowboy Rex to hear me fucking you?”

I let out an impatient breath. “I don’t care about that. It’s just cold out here.” Shivering, I glanced around at the trees and dark sky.

“Sure.” His eyes were still drenched with suspicion. “I’m sure that’s all it is. It has nothing at all to do with fuckingCowboy Rex.”

The last thing I wanted was to have sex outside, or inside for that matter. I had a headache starting, and Steve was annoying the shit out of me. But it was obvious he was seething with jealousy and stupidly paranoid.

Using a coaxing voice, I asked, “Can’t we go inside first? It’ll be more comfortable.”

“I thought you were going to try and be morespontaneous, T?” He eyed me grumpily. “You always complain about my flaws. You know, I have things I need from you too.”

“I never said you didn’t.” There was a full moon which allowed me to see Steve’s face clearly. My heart softened toward him when I saw the paranoia and worry etched there. He was like a little boy sometimes, and right now he seemed to need reassurance that I wanted him, and only him. I definitely felt guilt about the attraction I had for Rex, and while I hadn’t done anything wrong, I was compelled to give Steve what he wanted.

I leaned in and kissed him. It wasn’t a chaste kiss because I knew he needed to feelwanted. He responded and stuck his tongue in my mouth, rubbing his hands up and down my body. When he pulled back, his face was a canvas of lust as he ground against me like a horny bull.

“You want me to fuck you, T?” Steve’s voice was raspy and he unzipped his pants as he spoke. “Right here. Right now? You can’t wait one second more for my cock?”

“I can’t wait.” I gritted my teeth at how roughly he pushed me against the rough bark of the tree. The moment wasn’t romantic, that was for sure. It got even less so when he turned me around to face the tree. I tried to ignore how impersonal the moment felt. I couldn’t shake the feeling that, in that moment, any hole would have been fine by him.

He undid my jeans and tugged them down to my ankles. The cool night air swirled around my bare ass and legs, and I swallowed nervously.“You brought a condom, right?”

Before he’d cheated, we’d fucked bare. But since we’d reconciled, I’d insisted on rubbers. He had to earn my trust again before I’d let him inside me bare.

“Yeah, I have a fucking rubber,” he rasped in an irritated tone. But despite his reticence, I heard the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open. “Gonna use your ass hard. Gonna pound your hole until you squeal.”

How romantic?

“Do it. I want it,” I said, playing along. It was my hope if I gave him what he needed he’d calm down about Rex. The trip was going to blow if Steve was jealous and paranoid the entire time.

“You want me for real?” he asked softly. “You want to be my omega still, right?”

“So long as you don’t cheat on me again, yeah.” I grunted as he pulled my hips back hard, and rubbed his finger over my slick hole roughly. “Jesus, slow down,” I whispered.

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