Chapter Eight

“YOU DOING OKAY? YOU DON’T LOOK TOO HOT,” Bauer said as he got out of his car.

He’d been stopping by a couple of times a week and kept ordering me dinner even when he wasn’t there. I kept insisting it was too much, he didn’t have to, but I actually didn’t mind. I liked the food and kind of enjoyed having him around.

I put my hand on my abdomen. “I haven’t been feeling great. Caught a bug or something.”

“That sucks.” He sauntered over to me and cupped my face. He pouted and kissed me on the forehead. He’d been very kissy-touchy with me. I was always torn if I should tell him to stop. While his kisses warmed me inside, part of me kept thinking how it wasn’t right. We both needed omegas, not each other. And maybe it was the thought of us together or whatever bug I had, but I puffed my cheeks and ran for the house. I reached the bathroom just in time to hurl in the toilet. As I vomited into the porcelain throne, I began to think, what if barfing was my reaction to omegas? My body so badly wanted to be with an alpha that the mere thought of being with an omega made me puke.

Perhaps being with Bauer did something to me, rewired my brain, made me only want alphas. I was pretty sure I liked omegas before. I was quite sexually active. Granted, I had never been in a long-term relationship with one, but I always chalked that up to still being young. I upchucked some more.

“Yeah, dude, that sounds bad,” Bauer said from out in the hall.

I dry heaved, making sure there was no more and stood. I rinsed my mouth and brushed my teeth before I went back out.

“Want me to pick you something up? Some medicine? Some soup?” As much as I tried not to like him because he was an alpha, he was awfully sweet and considerate.

“Some soup does sound good, but you have to stop doing all this stuff for me.”

“Why? Wait, let me guess. Because we’re both alphas.” He was already getting to know me pretty well. I’m quite sure I bought up our alphaness every time I saw him.

“My dad ….” I already was a great disappointment to my dad. Being a farmer wasn’t worthy of someone born to a social status such as I was, but I didn’t care about that crap. Even though I was working on a degree in agricultural studies, it didn’t matter to him. The fact that I was doing my coursework online made it worse. I was the son of one of the best attorneys east of the Mississippi, which to him meant I needed to have a career and lifestyle worthy of being his child, something in finance, politics, business, or even a lawyer like him. None of which I became, and to be in a relationship with an alpha on top of my farmerness, well, he’d probably disown me.

“Wants in on this?” Bauer pointed his thumbs at himself.

“No,” I laughed.

He guided me over to the couch.

“He has a certain idea of how I should be,” I said, plopping down.

He sat down next to me. “Being an awesome grower of nutritious food?”

“If it was only that easy.”

“He doesn’t approve?” he asked, squeezing my knee.

“Nope, and he wants me to be … more alpha. He wants a son that he can proudly show off. He needs it to be seen that I’m the dominant one in the relationship.”

“He wants a big old macho alpha.”

“Essentially, yes, and if he sees I’m with you ….”

“A gay dude.” He nudged me with his elbow.

I gazed into his big, beautiful eyes. “You’re bigger than me. More dominant.”

“Nobody is going to know I’m the top, and besides, little dudes can be tops, too.”

“Being the submissive one is for those inferior, weaker, not as dominant.”

He ran his fingers down the back of my neck. “That’s why you didn’t want to bottom at first.”

“And in a way, it kind of makes me feel that way,” I said, even though I enjoyed him sitting so close, lightly touching me.

“I would never make you feel inferior. You’re just as dominant as me. Probably more. Who cares how you like to be fucked?”

I let out a long exhale. “My dad. It’s all about image. Me being a farmer is bad enough already.”

“Farmers, in a way, are the backbone of our society. Without you guys, most of us wouldn’t have food.” He threw his arm over my shoulder.

I nuzzled into him. “Try telling him that, though.”

“We’ll take this nice and slow, okay?”

“I don’t know.”

“I know you like me.”

“Eh.”

He pulled his arm from my shoulder and sat up straight. “Oh, come on. I mean, look at me.”

“Okay, you got me there,” I said, checking him out.

“I’ll be your little secret for now. How’s that?”

I nodded.

He smirked. “Even though I’m anything but little.”

“Not helping,” I said as my eyes went right for his groin.

“Huge many would say. I think you’d agree. The girth of my cock ….”

I pointed toward the front door. “Go home, Bauer.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. Have a job this morning.”

“Yeah?” I raised an eyebrow, admiring the handsome man sitting next to me.

“Yep. Modeling with some small household appliances.”

“That sounds sexy as fuck.”

“You know it.”