Page 37 of His Sassy Omega
“Tell me about your brothers.” He seemed genuinely interested. “I know there are four of you. And you’re identical?”
“We are. We looked more alike when we were younger, I think. I think anyone that knows us doesn’t have trouble telling us apart. Our hair is different, as well as our personalities. There are exactly fifteen minutes between each one of us. I’m pretty sure that’s why our parents never had any more. I think my mom was done at that point.”
Quinn nodded. “I can’t imagine having one baby, let alone four at one time. No thanks.”
I frowned. Did Quinn not want any children, ever? Or just not right now? He was young. I didn’t know how old he was, but if he was the same age as Wade, that put him around twenty-three or twenty-four.
I knew without a doubt that I wanted children. I’d always known I wanted them, and I wanted them soon. I wasn’t getting any younger. It was probably too soon to bring up the children conversation. Quinn was already on the skittish side. That was a talk for a later date.
“Brendan is next after me. He runs the department store.” The store that had been in our family for generations wasn’t my thing, but Brendan loved it, and he was excellent at running it. “He and I probably look the most alike, except he has tons of gray in his hair, and sometimes wears glasses.”
Quinn nodded. “Gigi loves that place. It kinda reminds me of the department store in that old movie‘Mannequin’.”
The waiter delivered our entrées and I agreed with him. “It does. We try to keep it affordable, but still a step up from the big box stores, or the normal shopping malls.” I sighed. “Did that sound pretentious? I feel like it did.”
Quinn smiled, showing off the dimples beside his cheeks, his emerald eyes shining. “Naw, I get what you’re saying. It is better than a mall, and it’s nice to have something like it here in Sweet Alps.”
I cut a piece of my steak off and popped it in my mouth, chewing. “Next is Finn, he’s a doctor and has his own practice. He’s an omega OB/GYN.”
Quinn grimaced. “I’ve heard about him from Wade. He’s not a fan.”
I nodded. “Yeah, those two are like oil and water. I’m not sure what started it, or if it was just a mutual dislike from the beginning. Finn can be a bit…” I paused, looking for the right word. I loved my brother, but he was wound very tight, “serious.” I finally landed on a suitable word to describe him.
“Wade can be a bit over the top.” Quinn nodded in understanding. “I love him, he’s my best friend. Hell, he’s family, but he can be too much for some people.”
“He’s a damn good assistant,” I told him. “I’d be lost without him. Please, don’t tell him I said that. I like to pretend I don’t rely on him as much as I do.”
“Your secret is safe with me.” He winked. I liked this version of Quinn, relaxed and flirty. Maybe it was the wine, but I hoped it was my company, and the ease he felt with me, that was allowing him to show me this side of himself.
“Jamie is the baby, and he moved back about four years ago, now. He owns a club, Sinful Playgrounds.” I waited, my eyes watching Quinn’s face for his reaction.
“Wade goes there,” he finally said, not offering his opinion of the kink club.
I nearly choked on the piece of baked potato I’d just put in my mouth. “He does?”
He nodded, his russet curls bouncing with the movement. “Yeah, he’s into some…stuff.”
I licked my dry lips. “Are you? Into stuff? Have you been there?”
I could feel my heartbeat pick up, my breath hitching a little in my chest, as I waited for him to answer. He looked down at his plate, then up at me through his dark lashes. “I went once. With Wade. It wasn’t my thing.”
“There’s lots of ‘things’ there.”
“It just wasn’t for me.” He shrugged. “I guess it was too public for me. Too extreme, maybe. I don’t know, it just wasn’t my thing.”
I sighed, secretly glad. “It’s not my thing either, even though Jamie gave us all memberships. I think I’m too boring for it. Jamie says I’m too vanilla. Guess we can be vanilla together.”
Quinn stared at me across the table, and gave me a little smirk, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight on the table. “I didn’t say I was vanilla, Lachlan. I said it was too public for me. I only like vanilla in my baking.” His voice had gone low, and a little sultry, and it sent a shiver down my spine. “I like to do certain things, and I like to do them without an audience. Truthfully, most alphas aren’t into what I like.”
My brain was spinning out of control. What did he like? What was he into? Would I be into it? Fuck, I didn’t really know what I was into. I liked sex, scratch that – I loved sex, but I hadn’t really experimented much. Or, at all. I did know I wasn’t into half the stuff that went on at the club. I didn’t judge, but I just knew it wasn’t for me. But I wasn’t opposed to trying new things.
Experimenting. With Quinn.
There were things I wanted to try, fantasized about. Things I thought of when I was jacking off in the shower. I needed to change the subject, and pray my rock-hard cock deflated before the check came.
“So, baking?” Pretty sure I would never look at vanilla the same way, ever again. “How did that start? Did your mom or dad bake?”
Quinn smirked at me, like he could read my mind, and knew exactly what was happening with it, and in my pants. “My dad’s a financial planner.He’s great with numbers, stocks, risks, and making money make more money. Very organized and analytical.”
