32. Thirty Two - Tate

thirty two - tate

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We stayed at the hospital an hour more before leaving. Before Nova threatened to kick us out. The ride home was silent. My omega is still in her head, but I think seeing Nova in person helped. I mean, yeah, she looked like crap with all the black and blue marks, but Rebel needed to see with her own eyes that her friend wasn't broken by the same man who did it to her.

Reaching over, I allow my palm to rest on her thigh. Her skin is warm and supple. I wait for her to move it. Expecting that hand to move at any moment and remove mine. It doesn't, though.

"What are you thinking?"

A sigh escapes her. "I'm glad the doctor said she could go home today. I feel like I should be there for her."

"She isn't going home. Gunnar is taking her to his place for a few days to decompress. He wants to keep an eye on her."

"Oh, that's a good idea."

"I agree. Means I have to keep you for the next couple of days."

"Oh, what a hardship." My comment brings a smile to her lips and has her eyes rolling, wanting to spout some type of sarcastic response.

"Fuck no. In fact, I think we're both going to really like the outcome of that."

She squeezes those sexy thighs together to gain some much needed friction. I love that a few words dropped from my lips have her thinking naughty things. My hand clutches her leg a little tighter, showing her I can tell exactly what she's thinking.

A few seconds later, I slide my hand up her thigh to the apex until it moves to the crease between her leg and the spot she's desperate for me to have.

She wore gym shorts to the hospital, so the access isn't the best or my favorite, but I need to touch her, need to feel connected.

I let my fingers trace her lips, and she squirms in her seat, a small moan escaping those sinful lips of hers. She's soaked. I could smell her as soon as her legs slightly parted for my intrusion. Sweet fucking apple pie. My mouth salivates at the mere thought.

One of my fingers glides over her seam and trails up to her clit. I pinch it between my thumb and first finger, rolling it. Her moan is louder this time, and it goes straight to my cock. "Tate. You…" Her breathing is getting heavier with each swirl of the tip of my finger. "You need to pay attention to the road."

"Don't worry your pretty little face, my firebrand. I am divine at multitasking. If you think I can't finger fuck you and drive, you have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Well… let's test it out, shall we?" The face on his omega. My omega. Fuck, she's brat and sexy all in one package.

"I guess we could." I thrust into her with one finger, while still stimulating her little bundle of nerves with the palm of my hand. Her moans sound the perfect melody echoing in my car. She's wet, so there's a sucking noise each time I pull out. Like her pussy doesn't ever want to let me go. Good, I don't ever want to stop touching her here.

"Ohh, fuck, Tate. I'm coming," she yells, throwing her head back against the headrest as her body quakes around me. Rebel squeezes my fingers, and I wish it was my cock. The thing in my pants is currently sounding the three alarm fire.

Her breathing evens out slowly, and I'm still rubbing her. I don't want to stop, nor do I plan to. If I could live inside her permanently, I fucking would.

A low growl sounds from beside me, and I glance over at Rebel. A slight flush runs up her cheeks. "What was that?"

"It's just… I'm a little hungry. Should've had dinner by now."

"Let's just stop and grab some dinner. We're almost home, but there's a small mom and pop pizza shop right down the road that'll be more than happy to get an order."

"Pizza sounds amazing."

"All right then." Being with Rebel is comfortable now. Even the silence is comforting. We still have some things to work out. I know there are still some secrets that lay waiting just beneath the skin, and with time, I hope that she feels safe enough to tell me about them. But, for now, I won't push too much.

I pull into the parking spot ride beside the door and shut off the car. "You want to come in with me? Or you can stay in the car… choice is yours."

"Sure, I'll go in and wait with you. It'll probably be, like, ten or fifteen minutes, right? Like I don't want to sit in the car waiting for that long by myself."

"Okay, wait there," I tell her, getting out and making my way around the car to open the door. I reach down for her hand, and she laughs at me.

"So, you can be a gentleman?"

"I can be a gentleman when life calls for it, but I'll always prefer to be your devil, Rebel." The megawatt smile she flashes my way has my pulse jumping. How the hell does this omega put me so much off kilter? But also… I like that the only one receiving said megawatt smiles is me.

Taking my offered hand, she allows me to pull her from the car, but I don't let her hand slip away as I walk up to the door and open it. A bell clangs as the door opens, alerting them to new customers.

"Welcome to Wayward Souls Pizza. We'll be right with you." The sound of Mama Rosario's voice comes from the back shortly before we see her.

Mama is in her fifties now, with salt and pepper hair around the edges and she dwarfs me by at least a foot and a half. She pops out from behind the door to the kitchen. Her glasses are propped up on the end of her nose like always and she looks over them at us, inspecting me. Think of the one of those sweet little old ladies from a small town, who's into the gossip, but with a good heart and generous soul. That's Mama Maggie to a tee.

Her face lights up when she sees me, and she comes around the corner for a hug. I've known this family since I was a boy; I spent many a summer day here. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. George, get out here. Little Tater is here."

I freaking blush at the nickname. It may have been cute when I was little, but now that I'm a grown alpha with his own omega, it's a little embarrassing.

"Little Tater?" Rebel snorts before leaning in and chastising me.

"We'll discuss this later." The words come out in a low growl that has her giggling.

"And who is this pretty little thing?" Mama Rosario says to Rebel, reaching a dainty old hand out to shake hers.

"I'm Rebel," she says, politely returning the gesture.

"Oh, you must be our Tater's lady. I'm so happy to meet you, my dear. This man deserves all the happiness life can give him. After everything he's done for me and George especially…"

"Mama…" I warn. She doesn't need to tell anyone about the money I gave to them when they needed help a few years ago.

Rebel looks up at me curiously, but I just smile and squeeze her hand.

"All right, all right. Grab a seat anywhere, and I'll be right back." She slips behind the counter and into the back of the store. My gaze glosses over the restaurant, finding nothing has changed since I was a kid. I still remember Mom bringing me on afternoons after school, mostly when Dad was out of town on business and she didn't feel like cooking.

The scent of old school ovens baking pizza hits me, and I inhale it. Flour and ovens are always the two most potent scents here, a little basil, too. The restaurant has the same white, red, and green seats, only now they've aged with time. The twenty-five cent gumball ring machine is still in the corner by the door, collecting dust like it did when I was five years old.

Excusing myself from the table for a minute, I take the random twenty-five cents in my pocket and crank the dial. It spits out a ring, and I roll it in my hand before turning on my heel and heading back to the table. Rebel's eyebrows raise with interest, zeroing in on my hand.

With a fake bow, I hand it to her. "For you, Danger."

She gives me the megawatt smile I love. "Who are you and what have you done with the other Tate?" she teases me.

"He's still very much here. Are you saying you don't like this version of me? Because I can bring other Tate out later tonight." She smiles and shakes her head.

"It's just different. I'm not saying it's bad." She reaches out and grabs hold of my hand. "You have to understand how weird it is getting all this attention and not having it just be bad attention. All my life, I was ignored, mistreated, and I got so used to just not wanting anything for so long. It almost seems wrong when people do nice things for me."

I slip into the seat beside her, willing to listen to whatever she wants to tell me because she's letting me in. She's letting her walls down just a little bit.Opening the plastic ball, I pull out the cheesy as hell ring and give it to Rebel. "You're already mine, but I'm gonna marry this fine ass someday."

She snorts, and it's cute as hell. "Oh, you are, huh?"

"Absolutely. Look, gotta go use the restroom, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." I drop a kiss on her cheek before I leave.