Page 6 of Dubious Match
“I’m annoyed,” I reply, smirking at his glare. I didn’t answer his question at all, and I enjoy playing the brat for him. In my defense, I do it very well.
“That’s cute, Remy,” he says, sitting in one of my comfortable chairs.
“Why do you look like you just got face fucked?” Felix teases. “Where’s Brice?”
“I had a really frustrating meeting,” Malcolm says. “The planning team and I have very different ideas on anal plugs.”
Snickering, I shake my head. I fucking love my job. There’s no where other than The Naughty Toy Tote where this would be a perfectly acceptable conversation.
“Is this you telling us that you’ll be face fucking one of us later?” I ask, my fingers looking up Cupid’s Call. I want to find this chick’s number so I can give her a piece of my mind.
If we wanted to, we could find an omega on our own, we’re just too busy to do it. Business is booming, our community service part of the business is expanding, and omegas are a lot of fucking work. I don’t think our lives need one.
“Definitely,” Malcolm says. “Can you believe that we had a discussion about how flared a base has to be in order to be safe?”
“Okay…” Felix drawls, making a face. I mean, it is an important part of anal plugs, but I’m not sure why it looks like Malcolm has been through a war.
“For three hours,” Malcolm adds.
“Fuck. I’ll be back,” Felix groans. Someone is about to be reamed out, and it’s not going to be the fun kind. My brother is the hard ass. He runs the call center, is the one who has the difficult conversations with employees, and makes sure that operations are on par with his standards. Basically, he’s the hardass of us all. After watching my brother stride out of the office, I go back to digging into my research.
“Now that Felix is going to take care of my issue, what’s this about being annoyed?” Malcolm asks.
“We got an invitation to join a dating event to help us find an omega,” I murmur, stopping on a video of a woman speaking on the website. She’s a brunette with wavy hair, gray-blue eyes that remind me of a cloudy sky, and lips that could suck my soul out of my cock.
“Huh. Why?” he asks. “Is that something you can just order like a box of sex toys?”
Chuckling, true amusement begins to disperse my earlier annoyance. The reason our pack works so well is that we balance each other out. We’re bonded to each other, we work and live together, and we’ve known each other since college.
Well, Felix and I go back farther, obviously, since we’re siblings, but you know what I mean.
“Wouldn’t that be nice?” I ask, chucking. “I think this is her on the website. Want to watch this video with me?”
“Since it sounds like you want to give her a piece of your mind,” Malcolm drawls. “I want to know who you’re going to be yelling at because someone dared to think we may want an omega, Remy.”
“Way to take the passion out of my sails,” I complain. “I was all full of piss and?—-”
“You should probably head to the bathroom if you’re full of piss,” Malcolm snickers. “Watersports aren’t my thing.”
Fucker.
Turning my monitor around, I move to the chair next to him and click the touch screen to watch the video with him. Malcolm gets up to dig his fingers into my shoulders to help me release the stick up my ass, and I have to admit that it feels really good.
I’ve been stressed out with how busy we’ve been. I need to take a second to unwind.
The woman in the video is unassuming and beautiful, detailing that she’s the owner of Cupid’s Call with the intention to make dating safe and fun. We listen as she insists that the mixer is free, but there is the need to reserve a space due to limited availability. Hollis Edwards isn’t selling a pitch, she’s insistent that this is about choices and the freedom to find a match that is a love connection.
There’s also the added fact that she seems to have some competition with another organization, and she’s not too thrilled about that. I’m mildly curious about this other organizationthat has very conservative views about courtship and the way an omega should comport her or himself. We occasionally have issues with different organizations who hate that we sell sex toys and think that we’re destroying human connections.
I think that’s a load of bullshit.
Frankly, I believe in being free to do what you want, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else. Sexual expression, experience, and personal growth are large tenants of why we own a sex toy company. Unusual requests are something that we really enjoy fulfilling, and some of what we do is about helping people with their needs.
Knots on a cock ring for betas, strap-ons for alpha females or anyone else who enjoys pegging, and toys with knots for omegas who need them to get through their heats are necessary for our society. I don’t care what anyone else says, I believe that we provide an integral service.
This also occasionally means having really frustrating conversations about butt plugs. My lips tremble as I struggle not to laugh at how funny that actually is to me. I fucking love our lives.
“She’s easy on the eyes,” Malcolm murmurs, his voice a bit deeper in the silence.
