We both watch as Dom now has to conceal his erection. “What? You smell like a dream breakfast. Fuck off,” he says. Kelsey laughs at him and ignores him completely while she takes me by the elbow and slides open the patio doors.
“Emmett!” she says and a beautiful blonde god of a man comes strolling across the patio. He’s shirtless, wearing pink swim shorts with green lizards all over them. His skin looks sweaty. He’s lean but ripped. Black sunglasses cover his eyes, but he gives me a beaming smile.
He holds out his hand, and I take it. Emmett is taller than Kelsey and me by quite a bit, but nowhere near as tall as Dom. “Hey, I’m Emmett, nice to meet you,” he says in his southern drawl, I can’t help but to smile and shake his hand.
“Cameron, nice to meet you too.”
Dom clears his throat behind me. “And this is my Alpha, Dom.”
Emmett pushes his sunglasses into his dirty blonde messy hair and grins at Dom before shaking his hand. I can tell Dom is sizing him up, but Emmett has some serious charm. “Dom, pleasure is mine.”
Dom clears his throat and releases Emmett’s hand.
“Do you want a margarita, Cameron? Emmett apparently has fuck you money and bought this fancy machine before he came over.”
She directs us over to a makeshift tiki bar. You can tell she looked up ideas off Pinterest to build it and it’s not completely sturdy. Dom winces as the bar top creaks when he puts his hand on it.
“I’ll be back after work,” Dom says.
“Don’t forget to fix my wall,” Kelsey says.
Dom scratches the back of his neck, looking shy. Can’t say I really see that side of him often. “Is there anything else around the house you need help with?”
Kelsey grins at him. “I’ll make a list.”
I’m worried that Dom won’t kiss me in front of Kelsey, but he proves me wrong by leaning down and placing a gentle peck on my lips. “Call me if you need me,” he says. Taking one last look at Kelsey and Emmett by the tiki bar before he turns around and leaves through the back gate.
“Now that the boss is gone… margarita?” Kelsey asks.
“Sure,” I reply. I don’t drink often, and I know I need to take it slow.
Four Margaritas Later
“Wait, so what’s it like to have your cock locked?” Kelsey slurs to Emmett.
“Unreal, I mean, I know I’m not an Omega, but I imagine it feels the same.”
“Yeah, I liked it when my ex locked around my fingers. It was hot,” Kelsey says from her pool float. I’m not sure what number margarita is in her hand.
“Your ex?” I ask her, puzzling all the clues together from what Dom hasn’t told me.
“Yeah, fuck her.” She slightly slurs while she takes a sip of her margarita.
“Her loss, sugar,” Emmett says, grabbing her by the waist and pushing her into the pool, causing her to giggle and pour half of the drink into the water.
“What about you, Cameron? How did you end up with Dom?” Kelsey asks, and I’m unsure of her intentions. She seems kind, she’s beautiful and has been flirty with me all evening.
“We met at speed dating.”
Kelsey belts out a laugh. “Dom. Speed dating?” I laugh with her.
“Yeah, it didn’t go well. We both wound up leaving with each other. It happened really fast. But I don’t regret it.”
“And you’re happy?” Kelsey asks me.
“Yeah, we’re happy.”
“Like no more growing your pack happy?” she asks hiccupping from the alcohol.