Page 13 of Mate Matched: Xavier & Brady
As the closest person to me at work, Jess knew more than she probably should about my private life, including details about my divorce and my arrangement with Brady.
“He’s also working just now, thought I’d get a couple of hours in before I head out.”
She nodded, accepting my words. As a beta, she didn’t have to worry about heats or ruts. Her lack of reaction to my pheromones was a point in her favor during the hiring process. The fact was, I couldn’t do my job properly withouther organizational skills. Jess had a way of smoothing the most ruffled feathers, too. She was irreplaceable.
We worked for a few hours, had lunch in my office together, then I got an alert from the app: Brady’s heat pheromones were increasing. He would need me soon.
“I need to go, Jess. Anything you need me to sign before I leave?”
“No, I’ve got a handle on everything.” She paused, collecting up files. “Oh! You should buy one of those heat hampers! I know you said he wanted takeout, but that’s better fresh. The heat hamper has healthy snacks, massage oil, healing ointment, scent candles, the works. My sister’s mate bought one once, and she swears that’s how they conceived so quickly!”
One thing Brady hadn’t brought up was contraception. I wasn’t sure how to broach the subject with him since we had planned to go without for his last heat. A baby would complicate things. It could make Brady feel trapped with me, but I wanted a baby with him so damn badly. I wanted to tie him to me, even though that was selfish of me.
On my way to the store to collect the hamper, I texted Brady asking about contraception. Did he want me to pick any up? His response stirred the butterflies in my belly that seemed only to exist for him.
Brady
No. Whatever happens, happens, right? If by some miracle I get pregnant, you’ll stay by me, won’t you?
Xavier
I’d never leave your side. I just wanted to be sure.
Brady
Thanks for checking. Are you on your way?
Xavier
Be there in 30.
The drive across town was painfully slow in the late afternoon traffic. It wore away my patience, leaving me tapping my thumbs against the steering wheel and glaring at every red light. On the passenger seat sat the hamper, a symbol of my dedication to a perfect heat experience. It had been a long time since I’d taken an omega through a heat, so my nerves were high. I’d gone forum hopping, looking for all the advice I could get. Nothing would stop me from making this the best heat Brady had ever gone through.
His apartment block was in a decent area. They even had underground parking with guest spots. The last time I’d been there, four months ago, I’d run from the subway to his block because of an accident on the freeway. This time I got to take in the changes around the place. The building itself wasn’t old. It held maybe ten apartments with basement storage and laundry facilities. The rooftop had solar panels and raised garden beds. From what Brady said, the solar was for the shared areas of the building, reducing fees.
There was an elevator which took me to the third floor once I entered the code Brady gave me. Pheromone scrubbers were conspicuously placed in every hallway and above each door. They usually came as standard in most public buildings and private residences, though I could tell at first look that these were high quality. I’d wondered why Brady lived so far away from his workplace, but this explained it. The sense of safety from the security measures was priceless for his peace of mind, but expensive when renting or buying such a property.
Buildings like the one Brady lived in were popular with omegas. The home I had shared with Gio had been in a highertax bracket, though they hadn’t put nearly as much thought into the residents’ safety.
Brady answered less than a minute after I knocked. Standing so close to him, it was impossible for me to miss the pheromones he was giving off. My body reacted instinctively, reaching out with my own, wrapping my scent around him. His cheeks flushed in reaction, his pupils slightly dilated.
I couldn’t help but lean close to tease him with a caress, a kiss, and a few whispered words. Another burst of pheromones from each of us had my pulse skyrocketing. While I wanted to really savor his heat, it had been so long since I’d been inside him, I knew the first round would only be to take the edge off.
The way he reacted to my suggestion of public sex really had me going. It was natural when I was with Brady to add in elements of kink. Not something we did every time. I felt like we’d play for his heat.
He let me pass by him and venture deeper into his apartment.
“Do you remember your safe word?” A hint of where my mind was going. I followed my senses to his bedroom. The lights were low with the curtains drawn and the AC turned up high.
He grinned. “I’d rather go with the traffic lights if that’s okay?” Great, he was onboard. He leaned in the doorway, watching me take in the bed which had been stripped of its usual comforter and pillows, leaving a rubber-backed sheet to protect the mattress. A pile of blankets sat on a chest at the end of the bed.
“Sure. Anything off the table?”
“Spanking.” He prowled closer as he explained. “My skin is extra sensitive right now. Usual hard limits like watersports still apply.” His fingers gripped the front of my shirt. He pulled me down, then captured my lips in a rough kiss, his tongue invading my mouth.
This was what I loved about Brady. He took what he wanted unapologetically. I cupped his jaw and met his tongue stroke forstroke. I mapped his mouth as I plunged my fingers into his hair and gripped the glossy burnt caramel strands.
The way he tasted was impossible to explain. He just felt like mine in my arms, like he was always supposed to be there. My heart was hammering, my cock aching, as need flooded my body.
