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“You’re making me nervous.” He sighed, nibbling at the croissant. He picked up the crumbs from his plate and put them in his mouth. Then he licked his luscious lips. God, how was he even more gorgeous than yesterday? “I don’t know what to expect from you now.”
“That wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry.” I sat down next to him and took his free hand. “What’s worrying you?”
“My heat will likely continue for a couple more days even if I’m already pregnant.”
He could spend his heat with me, visit a pharmacy when we arrived on the West Coast, and take an emergency pill until one week after his heat. Plus, he still had options that didn’t have to include me at all. He could stay at an omega health clinic for the remainder of his heat, using toys during waves. I would hate that, but I had to do what was best for him. My own wishes were secondary.
Deep breath. “Do you want to get off the train at the nearest stop and go to a clinic? I’ll cover the costs, of course. I could even get us a helicopter.”
Jamie looked at our joined hands as I rubbed circles on his skin with my thumb. “Only if it’s something you’d prefer,” he said quietly.
“It’s not. I want nothing more than to keep taking care of you during your heat.”
“Then you’ll breed me again?”
Yes, please!“Is it what you want, Jamie?”
He blew out a breath, then nodded. “It was the best sex of my life.” His glassy eyes met mine, and he smiled sheepishly.
Will you want me when this is over? Will you want the baby?
I couldn’t ask him that. Not yet. It was too soon, and he might still be in shock. I had to reassure him somehow. I wanted him to feel safe and treasured when he was with me. I chose my words carefully as I held his hand in mine.
“Jamie, you have all the power. It’s your body, your choice. I’m here for you. I’m fiercely attracted to you, and I want you so much it hurts. I’ve wanted you for a long time, and being allowed to touch you and make love to you is the greatest gift to me. I’ll do my best to make your heat as pleasurable as I possibly can.” I paused, trying to read his expression, but it was blank. “Ultimately, everything is up to you. You can change your mind whenever you want, regardless of what I might feel.”
He studied my face for a few long seconds. Then he took his hand away, only to put it on my face. He combed his fingers through my stubble and leaned in for a kiss.
I was a goner.
I’d loved this boy before, but now… the emotion flattened me. I was helpless, held together by his hands on my skin and his lips against mine.
He broke the kiss. “I think another heat wave will come soon. My lower back feels off. We should finish eating.”
“Okay,” I rasped.
We ate in silence. Jamie fidgeted, seemingly getting uncomfortable with the approaching wave. Wincing, he rubbed his forearm over his chest.
He noticed me staring and blushed. Lord, he was gorgeous when he blushed. “It’s the milk. My pecs got full overnight.”
Yeah, I’d noticed. “Do you need me to… do something about that?”
His blush deepened, his ears turning red. “I have a device for that.”
My eyebrows flew up. “A device?”
“For milking myself.”
I stared at him with my mouth open. My dick stirred in my pants, and my throat got dry.
Upon seeing my reaction, Jamie grinned. “Is that maybe something you’d like to see?”
I could only nod while outrageous, explicit images flickered through my head.
Naked, Jamie sat against the headboard of his bed, his back supported by pillows. His pecs looked swollen, his nipples puffy. He turned the machine on and attached one silicone cup to his nipple. He held it for a while until it sucked the nipple in. His eyelids fluttered as the sensation must have registered in his brain. Then he attached the other cup. He held both silicone molds to his pecs and sighed.
After a few pumps, white liquid ran through the tubes. When Jamie let go of the cups, they remained in place, his nipples growing and shrinking inside them. It looked strange but oh so hot. His nipples seemed distinctly larger, and his pecs drawn out.
Jamie’s expression slowly turned sexual, with his eyelids drooping and lips parted. A flush of arousal spread across his face and chest. The machine pulled rhythmically, and while the setup was clinical, Jamie looked so raw and animalistic, trapped in it. His fingers skimmed his belly, and his cock jolted on his abdomen.
