Page 29 of His Sassy Omega
Quinn was stirring and I rubbed his shoulders gently, running my hands up into his wild curls, massaging.
“Wha’ happened?” he slurred.
I chuckled, I couldn’t help it. “I think you passed out. Only for about ten minutes. You okay?”
“Mmnnn.” He moaned, stretching a little around me, my knot swelling back up at his movements. “Never better.”
I looked over his shoulder at him, and he had a dreamy smile on his face. Goddess, he was beautiful. His cheeks were flushed rosy, his curls a tangled mess around his head. He looked relaxed, sated, and blissed out. He looked completely fucked out.
“Have dinner with me?” I blurted before my brain caught up with my tongue. “Tomorrow night?” I’d blow off my brothers for him in a heartbeat. Screw the family meeting.
Quinn slow-blinked, his glassy, green eyes open, his body tensing. “You don’t need to take me to dinner, just because we fucked.”
I huffed, annoyed. “It’s not a pity dinner, for fuck sake. I find you intoxicating, and I think we might be fated --”
“Don’t say those words!” he shouted, eyes closed. He lay back on the table, head resting on his crossed arms.
“So, we’re just not going to talk about it?” That was the mature way to handle thisproblem.
His head rustled. “That was my plan. Ignore it and it will go away. Forget about it, like nothing happened when we touched. Until—”
He stopped and when he didn’t continue, I nudged him. “Until?”
“Until you came in here, all sex moaning over my brownies.” He sounded super annoyed.
I laughed then, straight from my gut, and I felt his ass tighten around my cock. My knot was never going to go down if he kept that wiggling up.
“Sex moaning over your brownies?” I repeated, my voice incredulous and tinged with the slightest hint of a smile. It startled me to realize that I was smiling. Truly smiling. I thought I’d smiled as much in the last few days, as I had the whole year. All because of Quinn. He made me smile, even when he was pissing me off. And he made me laugh. It was a warm, wonderful feeling.
“Yep.” He popped the p. “I was being very professional, and then you started making thosesounds.”
I leaned down and licked his earlobe.
“What sounds?” I asked, all innocence.
He shuddered against me, moving away a smidge. Not that he could go very far, with my knot still binding us together, and shooting mini loads of cum in his ass. “Sex sounds.”
I nibbled at his neck, feeling him tremble beneath me, a fine layer of goosebumps covering his arms. Screw my knot going down. “I can’t help it if you make me sinfully delicious brownies.”
“You’re blaming the brownies for this?” He waved a limp hand in the air.
“Absolutely,” I told him, feeling my cum begin to leak out of him, despite me still filling him up.
Dammit. My knot was never going to go down, but it reminded me of what I feared had happened.
“Uh, not sure what the best time to bring this up is, but I think the condom may have broken.”
Quinn sighed. “I know it did. I’m on birth control, so no worries.”
I leaned against his back, relieved yet slightly disappointed. How I could even be a little happy at the thought of knocking him up escaped me, but I was. Something primal in me wanted Quinn growing round with our pup.
A pup I had put in him.
“We’re good then?” I asked before I said anything stupid like “Please have my babies”.
“Should be. They don’t call it birth control for nothing. You might want to invest in some knotting condoms for next time.”
Did that mean he thought we’d need them? We were going to be doing this in the future? I was stopping at the drug store on my way home.
