Page 90 of Puck My Life

“What are we eating?”

“Well, as much as I’d love to wow you with my new skills, I have no new skills, so I actually ordered us some of those massive sandwiches from your favourite bakery.”

“With the cute little green cakes?”

“Oh, my dear Vae. To stop you from running away, I spent over a hundred dollars on cakes for you to try.”

Her eyes widen. I hold out my hand. She doesn’t hesitate, but then I know her weakness, and I have no issue exploiting it.

I drag her into the kitchen and reveal my trap.

She falls for it hook, line, and sinker. “Raynor…this is too much.”

“They have three new cakes, but you have to eat first.”

She spins around. “What kind of new ones?”

“Something with orange,” I whisper, leaning in, tempting her.

She leans into me, her tiny hands gripping my shirt, forgetting she needs to be afraid.

“Here’s the deal, my sweet omega: you come with me and eat a sandwich, have a drink, and we watch the game. At halftime, I will bring out one of the new ones. At full time, you can have the second one, but if you make it to the morning, I will give you the absolute Rolls-Royce of cakes.”

She’s staring up at me; I can see the fight going on in her head. Will she or won’t she? I know she can’t resist.

“You are diabolical,” she whispers.

“I know. But you are a slut for cake.”

Her smile blooms wide and completely free of nerves, and I know I’ve done it. Whatever wall she’d erected is down, and I’ve got my Vae back.

I grab the sandwiches and follow her into the lounge room. We both set up the TV and the room, moving the coffee table off to the side and sitting on the floor, shoulder to shoulder.

“I’ve missed this,” I say. “I’ve missed you. It’s like something’s wrong with my life everywhere when you aren’t here.”

She leans her head on my shoulder as the pre-game entertainment comes on.

Vae changes the channel.

“Hey, change it back.”

“No.”

I reach for the remote, but she holds it out away from me. I roll up onto my knees, but she shifts away, laughing.

“We are not watching,” I glance at the TV, “ew, we are not watching Omegas On Heart Island.”

“I love this show. It’s only the pre-game show, anyway.”

“No, Vae, you can’t be so mean to me. Give me the remote.”

I struggle, leaning over her. She wiggles, giggling, and tickles my side. I jerk back, laughing, but I’m overbalanced, and I fall into her, my weight toppling her backwards. She stretches out, struggling under me. While I’m trying to come to grips with the sudden change in my circumstances, she’s winning the war.

I lunge up her body, and I see the exact moment she realises what we are doing and how we are suddenly touching. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have done anything but jump off her, rush to my room, and jerk off, but today is a new day.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” I say in a hoarse voice.

She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.