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“I loved it,” I rushed to tell him. “I loved every second of all of this.”
“Me, too,” Shawn smiled.
We got up, and one at a time, we used the bathroom, showering away all the evidence of the wonderful things we’d done together. I hated it. I wanted to smell like my alpha and be nasty with his cum and the slick he’d made my body produce for a lot longer than twelve hours. There was nothing to be done about it, though.
“Can I borrow your phone to call my friend Amy to pick me up?” I asked Shawn once we were dressed and almost ready to leave. “Looks like my phone ran out of battery.”
“You didn’t drive here on your own?” Shawn asked, looking a little stricken for me.
“I don’t have a car,” I admitted. “Can’t afford one.”
I had no idea what prompted me to reveal that embarrassing little gem to him.
A different sort of possessiveness came over Shawn. “You live in Norwalk, right?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, already guessing where this was going. “But you don’t have to give me a ride or anything.”
Please, please, please give me a ride. I didn’t want this to end so soon.
“I insist,” Shawn said with a smile, grabbing his keys from the bureau. The room was still a mess, but the DFC always had arrangements to clean up after scenes it sponsored. “We’re going to the same place anyhow.”
“Are you sure?” I asked fetching my backpack, which someone from the DFC had evidently brought up earlier.
“It will be my pleasure,” Shawn said, all gentlemanly and noble.
“Oh, no, the pleasure’s all mine,” I said, pretending to be as hoity-toity as he was as we headed out to the hall. Shawn laughed, but when I added, “And if you’re lucky, I’ll hide under your desk and suckle your cock all day as thanks,” he nearly tripped over his own feet.
I loved it. It was going to be hard to let my nasty Santa go.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shawn
It was humiliating having to leave a sex scenario because of my brother. And here I’d been given to believe that Enzo was the one who liked humiliation. Oh, how our roles had been reversed!
“I really appreciate this ride,” Enzo said as we walked out into the crisp, sunny October morning. “Sometimes I really hate being dependent on people, but it is what it is, so, yeah, I really appreciate it.”
“It’s not a problem,” I said, trying to smile and pretend like we were just two people who happened to be going the same way. I was so used to doing favors and being the reliable good guy that I could almost convince myself it was business as usual.
Except that I knew what it was like to hold Enzo’s beautiful, naked, and, as it turned out, flexible body in my arms. I knew what it was like to be surrounded by his vanilla scent. I knew what it was like to be deep inside him while he moaned in pleasure and came like there was no tomorrow.
“You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you,” Enzo said, jolting me out of my thoughts as we reached my car. I glanced up at him as he walked around to the passenger’s side and blushed hard at the saucy grin he wore. “Yeah, you are,” he said, looking absolutely delighted.
“How could I not?” I replied, trying to play it cool and knowing I was absolutely failing. “You’re a good—” I had no idea how to finish that sentence without making myself seem boorish or just dumb.
Enzo leaned his arms against the top of my sedan as I fished for my keys. “Good boy?” he suggested. “Good time? Good lay?”
Something bothered me about the way he seemed to be joking, but felt dark underneath his cheeky smile.
“You’re a good person, Enzo,” I said, clicking the fob to unlock my car but staying where I was for a second, facing him across the car roof. “I might not know very much about you, but I know you’re a good person.”
Enzo’s expression flickered through several emotions too fast for me to catch them before returning to his grin. “Thanks, Shawn,” he said. “Coming from someone like you, that means a lot.”
I frowned slightly, but the conversation was paused for a second as we got in the car, tossing the overnight bags we’d brought and barely used into the back seat. I tried to let the comment go and not get to me as I started the car, backed out of the parking space, then faced forward and started driving down the mountain toward reality.
I couldn’t let it go, though.
“What does that mean?” I asked as we wound our way slowly down the mountain. There wasn’t anyone else around, which made me feel more confident, like no one would notice me leaving a kinky sex event with an omega by my side and judge me for it. And tell my dad.
