Page 33 of His Sassy Omega
I shrugged. “Probably stuck with a patient.”
Finn was number three of the Sinclair quads. His hair was a shade lighter than the rest of us, not quite black, but a darker sable brown. He was a doctor, specializing in omega pregnancy and reproduction issues, and shared a practice with another beta doctor. Finn was the most serious of the three of us. He seldom smiled and was wound tighter than a rubber band. I thought this might be the reason he and Wade got along like oil and water.
“Why didn’t you tell me what the event was tonight?” Brendan asked Jamie, his eyes straying again to the line for Santa. Something, or someone, had definitely caught his attention.
Jamie took a slow drink, taking his time swallowing what looked like vodka, but I knew was probably water. Jamie made a point of not drinking during club hours. Even though the club had security, he liked to keep his own eyes on things. He had told me he couldn’t do that if he was drinking.
“It’s for littles, Bren,” Jamie finally answered. “Not just Daddies and their boys. Didn’t think that was your thing.”
Brendan stared at our brother a minute, not saying a word, and some weird silent communication passed between them. I left them to it. My gaze darted between the two, feeling completely out of my depth. I had no idea what a little was, but I had an idea, based on how some of the boys were dressed. I’d google it later, once I was home. It’s what I usually did after spending time in Jamie’s club. I sometimes felt extremely unworldly, and naïve, after spending any time inside Playgrounds.
“You don’t know everything about me, Jameson,” Brendan ground out.
I winced. Shots fired. Jamie hated when someone called him by his given name, and we all knew it. It was the first thing we threw out, whenever we were annoyed with him.
Jamie waved a hand in the air and glared at Brendan. “I’ll make sure to add you to the mailing list, next time we have a littles event. My bad. Feel free to go hang out in the nursery when we’re done here. It’s quite spectacular.”
I had a lot of questions, but I bit my tongue. I knew Brendan and Finn used their memberships often. I didn’t really want to have the images of whatever kinks my brothers were into, ingrained in my brain. Nope, no thanks. Not enough bleach in the world for that. Some things we did not need to share.
An image of Quinn popped into my head from the night before. Bent over the table, my cock rammed into him as far as it could go, my knot binding us together. I shifted a little in my seat, as my dick filled with blood. I didn’t need to be thinking about him right now, and I did not want my brothers calling me out for sporting wood at the table.
I saw Finn making his way through the crowd, which was never hard for any of us. With his size, and the carved-in-stone frown that always graced his face, people tended to just naturally move out of his way. It always amazed me that he had as many patients as he did. He always looked so grumpy, but he was sought after and even had a waiting list. Clearly, he had a better bedside manner than his bitchy resting face let on.
“Finn’s here,” I announced, hoping Brendan and Jamie would each go back to their respective corners. We loved each other fiercely, but we just as easily annoyed one another. We knew exactly which buttons to push to be the most irritating. Finn plopped down next to Brendan and ordered a water when the waiter appeared seconds later.
Jamie raised a brow at him. “You on call?”
“No, but I’ve got three omegas ready to go into labor any minute, so basically,” he told us.
“What’s this meeting you demanded about, Jameson?” Brendan questioned, and I saw Finn frown into his drink.
He shot me a questioning look, sensing the tension between the two. “What did I miss?”
I shrugged. “Usual brother bullshit.”
“Stop calling me that, Brendan,” Jamie ground out.
“Enough,” I growled, using my alpha voice. Being the oldest did come in handy sometimes. “Jamie, you called this meeting, let’s get on with it.”
Brendan and Jamie glared at each other for another minute, before coming to some kind of silent truce.
“Mom is planning to ambush Lach during Christmas Eve dinner,” Jamie declared.
I choked on the swallow of whiskey I had in my mouth. “Excuse me?”
“Elaborate,” Finn ordered, in his no-nonsense way.
Jamie smiled, a big toothy grin that never made anyone feel at ease. He was like a shark circling the bloody water when he bared his teeth.
“I heard her on the phone when I stopped over there the other day. So I asked her outright.” Jamie had always been the one to call our mom out on any schemes she had in the works. He said he could get away with anything since he technically was the baby. He wasn’t wrong.
“She’s planning on having some omega there, specifically to meet Lachlan, in hopes of a love match. Some society daughter of a friend of a friend.” Jamie fluttered his ridiculously long and curly lashes. The same ones we all had been graced with. “Maybe not a love match. More of an ‘our bank accounts match up, and we know which fork to use, and we like each other well enough’ match.”
I gulped and took a big swig of my drink. “Uh…”
“She said it’s time one of us settled down and gave her grandbabies,” he continued, still smiling that grin of his, and fluttering his lashes. “And you, oldest brother of ours, are the chosen one. Plus, you don’t seem to be doing great on your own.” He raised his glass to me. “Congratulations.”
“Uh…” I choked on air. It wasn’t like mom hadn’t been making these noises for a while, and she’d not even tried to sugar coat it at Thanksgiving. Especially after ending my relationship with Lisette. Even for her, though, ambushing me at Christmas Eve dinner was a bit much.
