Page 17 of The Very Merry Omega

“You know my mom hears everything. Can you please be quiet?”

“Sorry. I just can’t believe this. I’m scandalized, Zach.”

I throw a pillow at her. “Yeah, right. Remember, I’ve heard all of your stories too. You can make aPlayboyBunny blush.”

Marcy grins, unapologetic. “Yeah, but this is you! I’m so proud of you.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help but smile. Just then my phone buzzes.

“Oh my gods, is that him!” She yells excitedly.

I bat at her. “Fuck, Marcy, don’t you have an inside voice? And yes, it’s him.”

“What does it say?” She leans completely over the couch and into my space to read my text. Luckily, I’m a good eight inches taller than her and stand up, holding my phone above my head.

Marcy pouts but doesn’t make an effort to try and grab my phone. When we were kids, she’d fight to the death, but she’s got a little more sense now.

My breath catches in my throat when I read the message.

Alex: Hey, lamb. Are you busy? I’d like to video chat before bed if you can.

Fuck. My tongue slips out between my teeth while I read the text forty-three times, trying to decide what to say.

Marcy finally loses patience. “Well, what the hell did he say?”

I can barely speak the words. “He wants to video chat.”

Marcy squeals. “Marc,” I hiss at the same time I hear Mom call from the other room. “Zachary, what’s all of that ruckus about?”

My face drains of color as Marcy tries really hard not to laugh. “Sorry, Aunt Gina. It was a scary part of the movie!” Marcy calls, just barely containing her giggles.

Mom mutters something about us acting like children but thankfully doesn’t come in. I scowl at Marcy, and she blinks back at me, unfazed.

“Well, what’re you gonna say?”

“I don’t know. I really want to do it. I even thought about it earlier. But, what if he wants to do, you know, stuff?”

Marcy rolls her eyes at me. “‘Stuff?’ Really? I know you know what sex is, Zach. In fact, you just gave me a very detailed account confirming you definitely know some things. Don’t act like a blushing virgin.”

I may not be a virgin, but I am blushing. “I never said I was. But Mom and Dad are right around the corner. What if they hear something?”

Marcy grins evilly and waggles her eyebrows. “Then I guess you have to be a really good boy and stay quiet.”

I make an inappropriate gesture with my finger and look back down at my phone, so Marcy doesn’t know how much her words affect me. Not coming from her, because gross, but it’s easy to imagine Alex saying it, and fuck, that makes my dick take notice.

Ugh, I know there’s no way I’m saying no now thatthatimage is in my mind. I quickly text Alex, my hands shaking.

9

ALEX

Yes, well, after your video made me cum in my pants, I had little choice but to change.

Zach’s words run on repeat in my mind, which is inconvenient since I’m on the other side of the country and I’m supposed to be helping my nieces decorate the Christmas tree. I feel positively indecent as the newest version ofHow The Grinch Stole Christmasplays on the TV at my mom’s place and my nieces dance around the tree, pulling out ornaments from our boxes to decorate it.

Somehow, the girls convinced my mom to buy a pink tree. A pink fucking Christmas tree. “Uncle Alex, it’s really pretty, right?” my ten-year-old niece, Becca, asks.

I offer the biggest smile I can muster. “It’s beautiful, Becs.”

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