I blinked. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me while I’m having a nervous breakdown in front of the juice bar.”
“Well,” he said, leaning a little closer and lowering his voice just enough to make my skin tingle, “if you decide you want more than juice tonight… you know where to find me.”
The second those words left his mouth, my entire brain short-circuited. I stood there, completely frozen, my fingers clenched around the glass like it was the only thing keeping me upright while my thighs did this ridiculous, involuntary squeeze like they were auditioning for Desperate, Horny Virgins: The Musical.
My heart was pounding. I could feel it in my throat, in my chest, in the places he hadn’t even touched yet. Jason was still looking at me, all calm and cocky and absolutely sure of himself, like he knew I’d follow him.
Like he could already see me saying yes. Like he could feel how wet I was under this little dress.
And honestly? I hated how close he was to being right.
But the truth? The real truth?
I wasn’t thinking about Jason.
Not really.
Not deep down.
I was still thinking about him.
I was still thinking about Connor.
His hands. His voice. His fucking growl.
The way his fingers had wrecked me against that wall like he owned every part of my body. The way he whispered don’t make a sound while my best friend knocked on the door and my legs refused to stop shaking.
I couldn’t get him out of my head.
I couldn’t stop hearing him in my ears.
I couldn’t stop clenching every time I remembered the way he looked at me..like he’d already fucked me in his mind and was just waiting for the perfect moment to finish it.
I needed to get him out.
I needed someone..anyone..to erase him from my skin, my mouth, my pussy, my soul. I needed to forget how much I wanted him.
I needed to forget the way I was about two seconds away from going back and begging him to finish what he started.
No. No, I wasn’t going to beg. I refused to beg. I was not going to walk back in there with my dress wrinkled and my pride dangling off my wrist like a fucking friendship bracelet.
I needed distraction.
I needed chaos,
I needed to feel something else.
And Jason?
Jason looked like a very good distraction.
said the boldest, dumbest thing I could possibly say.
“Where can I find you?”
He grinned.
That slow, delicious grin that made my thighs twitch and my mouth go dry. He didn’t say anything right away, just looked at me like he was unwrapping me with his eyes. His tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip and I nearly moaned.
Then he leaned in, close enough that I could smell his cologne, earthy, spicy, expensive trouble and he whispered, “Follow me.”
And I swear to God.
Fuck.
My legs almost buckled.
My whole body screamed yes. My Omega screamed louder. I could feel my pussy throb in agreement like it had its own brain and was just waiting for my feet to move.
And for the first time all day, I didn’t think.
I just followed.
****
I followed him.
Like an idiot. Like a desperate, horny, still-aching Omega who had no business walking off with a boy she just met while her best friend’s father was still burned into her skin.
He led me down a quiet hallway on the yacht..past the lounge, past the fancy-ass spa room, past a few doors that were already half-open with moaning sounds spilling out like this boat had officially turned into a floating sex dungeon.
He didn’t say anything at first. He just looked back at me once, smirked like the cocky bastard he was, and pushed open a door at the very end of the hall that led into what looked like a private guest cabin.
I stepped inside and instantly regretted it, My thighs clenched again. My nipples rubbed against the inside of my dress with every movement.
I could still feel Connor’s fingers inside me, and now Jason was watching me like I was dessert.
“So…” he said finally, voice low as he leaned against the door and locked it behind him. “You’re an Omega.”
I hesitated, then nodded, crossing my arms over my chest even though that only made my boobs squish up and push higher.
“
Yeah, I guess,” I said, trying to act like I wasn’t vibrating. “Well, not officially. I haven’t been marked yet. So technically I’m still unclaimed. Still… figuring things out!”
His eyes dragged down my body so slowly I felt naked. “So you haven’t been claimed by your Alpha yet?”
I swallowed. “No. Not yet.”
He stepped closer. Just a little. Just enough for my whole body to react before my brain could catch up. “Interesting.”
I rolled my eyes, trying to act like my thighs weren’t literally sticking together. “Why is that interesting?”
“Because,” he said, tilting his head, “you’re hot as fuck. You smell like heat and frustration. And I’m guessing whoever your Alpha is? He’s either blind or dumb.”
I choked on air. “Okay wow,” I said, laughing awkwardly and fidgeting with the hem of my dress.
That’s..blunt.”
He just grinned. “So, until he claims you… that doesn’t stop you from having a bit of fun, right?”
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