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“Someone told me about it, and I decided to shoot my shot and propose the idea,” Aisling says. “They’re getting community service.”
A giggle bubbles up in her, and she slaps her hand over her mouth to stifle it. I have no such issues, and I drop my head back and roar with laughter. Getting service hours for having sex is a sweet gig.
“I’m sure the host club is more than happy to help,” I tell her, shaking my head. “Cheers to thinking outside of the box. That’s fucking phenomenal.”
Her cheeks flush with pleasure and embarrassment as she inclines her head, and I wonder when the last time was that someone praised her.
“What’s the deal with your food delivery service?” I ask. “Did that issue get resolved?”
“Dad is taking point and dealing with them,” she says. “He sent food over to fill our fridge and pantry at the shelter. He really went a little overboard, though.”
“Anything he can do for you, he’s going to do that,” I tell her. “He fucking adores you, Aisling. The man has been a bear to be around, and your grandparents find reasons to leave the house.”
“Oh,” she grunts. “Maybe I’ll go over soon. I’m almost ready.”
I believe her, I just wish that Cian hadn’t gotten caught in the crossfire of our deception.
“All done?” I ask her. She’s pulling apart the piece of bread she has in her hands, almost as if it’s something to do.
“Yes,” she says. “I’m good.”
Standing, I make sure to grab our cookies for later. The busboy comes by at the perfect time as we head out, and I drop a ten dollar bill on the table for him. Hand on Aisling’s back, I escort her out of the restaurant, ignoring how stiff she is.
None of us have touched her recently unless it’s to pull her to a stop, or in Aiden’s case, fuck her raw in an alley. Ugh, I’m still pissed at him.
I’m by no means an angel, and don’t pretend to be. The things I used to do to betas was depraved and fucked up. Our omega deserves better, though I’m not reformed enough to give up my gags, paddles, and buttplugs.
Once back in the truck, I take a deep breath as I get situated and pull onto the road again.
“Are you feeling okay?” I ask her, eyes straight ahead. “After what happened with Aiden…”
“I’m fine,” she squeaks, and my eyes dart to her. “Eyes on the road, Evan.”
“Mmhmm,” I mutter. “You keep shifting your weight. Why?”
“My ass is sore,” she answers. “The belt left welts today.”
A growl begins under my breath, and I force myself to rein it in.
“Want to talk about it?” I ask.
“Nope,” she says. “I played a game I didn’t understand and lost. Simple as that.”
“It is not that simple,” I argue. “It would have been different if you were in another place but you’re not. Aiden’s shit with words, and uses sex to fix things. We can usually fuck it out, beat the shit out of each other, and then talk it out. That doesn’t work for you.”
“Why?” she asks so softly that I almost don’t hear it.
“You’re smaller, so it’s harder for you to fight back,” I tell her. “Even if he told you what was going to happen, you’re angry at him and you’re fairly innocent. Angry hate sex is going to be different for you than it would be me. I get off on it, even when he edges me.”
“I fucking hate being edged,” she mutters. “I’m annoyed and frustrated.”
“There are toys in your nest,” I remind her. “Why didn’t you take care of yourself?”
“I… It…” she stammers and I simply wait her out as I drive. “I’ve never used a toy and successfully gotten myself off.”
“So, what you’re saying is that you need a little help,” I say, winking at her as she flushes hotter. “I’m joking, for now, but it’s normal to feel overwhelmed by us. We’re older, ornery as fuck, and set in our ways. Aiden has two black eyes and a sore knot from where Domh kneed him last night. He’ll use his words next time instead of his dick.”
“I kind of like his dick,” she says, again so softly that I almost don’t hear her. “I think that’s what I hate the most about myself.”