Page 28 of Outback Heat
Murphy: And you’ll always be my Spitfire.
That night Ida takes me to the local pub for a steak and chips meal deal. She introduces me to some locals I haven’t met in my duties as community nurse and I enjoy how mellow their auras are. Even the handful of mated Alphas and Omegas have stable auras which are rather pleasant to channel. Something they all have in common is a deep-seated love for Bodella and the surrounding outback. It flows through them and into me, deepening my attachment to the small, rough town.
Later, when I’ve had a shower and dressed in my matching linen pyjamas, my phone rings on my bedside table. I run and dive onto my bed, answering it quickly like an excitable teenager.
“Don’t you want to hear about my dream?” Murphy’s deep, warm voice sends a thrill down my spine.
“What kind of dream was it?” I ask, letting some innuendo slip into my tone and I can practically hear his smirk through the phone.
“Notthatkind of dream, you degenerate,“ he says with false outrage.
I chuckle, laying back onto my pillow and looking out the window at the stars twinkling in the dark night sky.
Out here the stars are so bright and clear I can see the dusty swirls of the milky way. If I look long enough, an occasional flash of a meteor streaks across the sky. I track a satellite with my eyes as it slowly glides through the stars.
Murphy replies, his voice softer than I’ve heard it before, “I dreamed I quit the rodeo and lived in Bodella with you.”
He’s so sincere and vulnerable. For an Alpha like Murphy, who is one hundred percent cheeky bravado, it’s a rare occurrence.
“Oh,” I exhale.
His words settle between us, and I contemplate what he’s trying to tell me. Is he thinking about retiring?
Clearing his throat, he switches gears and is back to his usual naughty self. “And then we had loads of filthy, dirty sex in all the public places.”
I sigh as a large smile stretches across my face. I like that he’s an incurable flirt. So much of my life has been spent wallowing in others’ misery, I know Murphy will always bring a smile to my face.
“As long as we don’t get caught,” I say, letting my voice take on a sultry tone. I fiddle with a strand of hair, twirling it around my finger.
Murphy makes a deep growling sound that makes my toes curl. “My Omega is an exhibitionist. How did I get so lucky?”
“I’m not an exhibitionist – you just inspire me to be more adventurous.”
There is a pause and a shuddering inhale through the phone’s receiver. “This is hard, Matilda. Harder than I ever thought it would be.”
“I know what you mean. It feels like there is a thread in my heart tugging constantly. It aches and, if I could just touch you, I know it would go away.” I twist the hem of my shirt.
“My ache is a little lower,” he says, the tone of his voice dropping lower.
“Lower?”
“My knot throbs, all day, every day,” he grunts, and a warm, tingly feeling spreads in my lower belly.
“Tell me more,” I beg.
“The best part is,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “I know you are just as hot and bothered as I am.”
“You’re right.”
“Are you wet for me, Spitfire? Does the thought of my knot make your pussy ache?”
“Yes.” I close my eyes and let the pleasure and his words wash over me.
“Have you been touching yourself? Getting relief from that empty feeling inside you?”
I hum an affirmative. It’s been getting out of control. My long drives for work leave a lot of time for my mind to drift and often I work myself up into a frenzy.
“What were you thinking about while you touched yourself, baby?”
