Page 71 of Ready or Knot

Fuck, those freckles are my weakness.

I kiss her before she can answer, and she collapses into me. The jasmine gets stronger, and I groan as I pull away, desperately reminding myself that we have a baseball game to watch.

Faedra licks her lips, and I scent, the sandalwood blending with her jasmine. She tangles her fingers with mine even as I continue to cup her face.

“If they’re going to fly out in a couple weeks, then I should really go through my heat before that,” she says. I take a step into her, groaning when her eyes dilate and her chest flushes. “The doctor warned me that the stimulant tends to make them more extreme. And that my suppressing three of them makes it almost certain it’ll be significantly more intense than a normal one.”

“What would you like to do?” I ask, stepping away from her before my dick decides to skip the game. She bites her lip.

“I think I want to wait until after the weekend. Maybe it’ll happen on its own? I don’t feel ready for it yet.”

I nod and cut back through the crowd, heading towards the first base line, guiding her down the stairs of the section on the far side of the dugout, my hand on the small of her back. A couple of the players glance up as we head down, handing back a baseball to a young girl. Once Tyler realizes it’s us, he grins and waves, heading down the line and opening the window in the netting before we make it all way down the stairs.

“You made it!” he says as we step up to him, taking my hand and clapping my shoulder.

“I wasn’t going to miss your first start, Ty. Who do you think I am?” I joke, and he laughs. As he steps back, his eyes catch on Faedra.

“Shit, man. I’m not put together enough to meet your Omega,” he says, and I roll my eyes.

“This is Faedra,” I say, and he holds out his hand. “Faedra, this is Tyler. He’s been my project for the last four years.”

Tyler throws his head back and laughs. “I finally figured it out, though!”

Faedra laughs and leans into me, and I press a kiss to the crown of her hair. Jasmine snakes around us, but Tyler doesn’t react, so it must not be as strong as it was before.

Or maybe I’m just keyed into her on a different level.

“I’ll see you on Wednesday, yeah?” Tyler asks, and I nod. Another player comes up to him, handing him a ball, and Faedra gasps. He grins, touching his cap before heading back to the dugout. Tyler groans. “He always has to show me up, doesn’t he?”

He hands the ball signed by the team’s star player to Faedra, and she giggles, tucking it into her bag. “Tell him thank you,” she says, and I pull her tighter into me, running my hand up her side.

Tyler nods before closing the net and stepping back. “Enjoy the game,” he says before turning and heading onto the field for final stretches.

Faedra hums happily under her breath as we work our way to our own seats, stopping to grab a couple things to eat on the way.

“Really? No salt on your pretzels?” I ask her, injecting my voice with mock incredulity. She rolls her eyes and dips a piece in the cheese, turning a bit as she bites into it, her focus falling back on the field where they’re prepping for the first pitch. My attention, though, is stuck on the way her lips stretch around the piece of pretzel. I uncross my ankles, spreading my knees to take the pressure off my hardening dick.

After a few minutes, she turns to me, her brows dropped, her lips tilted like she’s deep in thought.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“How do you feel about having kids?”

The question isn’t surprising. I shrug.

“It’s on my ‘eventually’ list. I’m not in any hurry.” She hums. “I know that Jude and Carter are ready. But I don’t feel like I am.”

She nods, murmuring an agreement. “Me, too. There’s a lot I think I’d like to do first. I never really let myself think past matching. But I’d like to explore a bit before everything changes.”

I press a kiss into the crook of her shoulder, and she smiles, her scent surrounding us so quickly it’s overwhelming. Someone scoffs behind us, and then a woman makes a snide comment. Faedra freezes for a heartbeat, but I just feather another kiss, trying to distract her.

Just as the teams take the field and the game starts, the woman jeers behind us.

“Get a room. No one wants to see you fuck around with an Omega in public. Disgusting.”

A few people laugh, and Faedra ducks her head, the last bit of her pretzel forgotten. I run my hand through her hair, encouraging her to lean back into me. When she does, I whisper against her ear. “Do you have scent blockers?”

She pales, twisting to look at me, her eyes wide as she bites her lip.

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