Page 17 of Bound to the EMT

CHAPTER 7

BRANSON

One Week Later

“Okay, Mrs. Conners,” I chuckle, kneeling down in front of her after helping her back into her chair. “Seems like everything is in order. Do you have your food and medicine nearby so I can get it for you?”

I smile down at the older woman and shake my head at her antics. Another week; another call. All of us EMTs go in knowing she’s probably okay, but we still take each call seriously, just in case. We never know when the next call will be the call.

With a large smile, she pats my thigh, coming perilously close to my crotch. Luckily, a simple shift of my hips brings my cock away from her questing hand. Though she doesn’t show her disappointment on her face, I can feel it in the way she drops her hand and brings it back into her lap.

“I’m good for now. My son should be here soon, and he can get it.”

“Sounds like a plan. Glad to see your eyesight is doing better. Just gotta make sure you keep those legs strong so you don’t have another tumble.”

I look her over again, making sure I didn’t miss any bruises or signs of physical damage. As with all these weekly visits, she’s fine. Just lonely and a bit horny. Some days, I have half a mind to take her alert necklace with me, but I don’t ever want her in a position where she can’t ask for help if she really needs it.

Smiling, I rise and shake my head, stifling a chuckle. “You have to stop meeting me like this. There are easier ways to get a date.”

“Yes, but none of the Alphas who look as good as you EMT guys will look twice at an old omega like me. Besides, it’s nice being lifted and carried by such a strapping man like yourself.”

“You flatter me.”

Honestly, if it were anyone other than me and my crew, they’d probably be up in arms over her blatant sexual harassment, but we don’t mind. After all, one day these calls will stop, and I, for one, will miss them. Giving her one final look over, I take my gear and head back to the ambulance.

So far, her call has been the only one on this slow day, so it was very nice to have a distraction that wasn’t an emergency. Unfortunately, all that does is bring to mind another non-emergency that I’d much rather forget. Adjusting the strap on my bag, I toss it into the back and ride up front with Jackson, needing his incessant music and off-key singing to distract me.

I fucked up. I shouldn’t have treated her like she was my pet at the local kink club. Especially not in uniform. Thankfully, no one looked too closely at my report to notice all the missing details. I think they were just happy that the Astencourts were satisfied with my level of care and didn’t cause a scene.

Granted, I’m still not sure why they didn’t come hunt me down in person. Their type is usually quick to find some fault with the medical staff, no matter how meticulous we are. But then, I’m pretty sure the princess in her ivory tower wouldn’t say anything.

After a week without so much as a whisper, I think I’m in the clear. Staring out of the window, a smirk tilts my lips as Jackson starts in on his rendition of a rock song I’ve never heard before. He cranks up the volume, blasting it so loudly, I nearly miss my phone going off.

Odd. I usually have it set on Do Not Disturb while I’m on shift. Grabbing it out of my pocket, I note the unknown number, my curiosity piquing.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Hi! We have found you a mate. To ensure proper preparations for your big day, be at the Rockhound’s Community Center tomorrow by 2 pm sharp. Do not be late. Your presence is non-negotiable. If you are not here at the designated time, officers will be sent to your location to retrieve you. Enjoy your day to the fullest!

Blood drains from my face and settles deep into my gut. I suppose it’s only a matter of time, but part of me never thought it would happen. Years have gone by, and nothing. I thought I was in the clear. Apparently not.

Running my hand through my hair, I let out a frustrated sigh as I switch my communicator into active mode. Messages ping nearly non-stop from my family as they share their congratulations. Seems as if they’ve already been notified. I wonder which friends of mine they’ll invite to stand beside me.

With a frown, Jackson digs his hand into pocket and pulls out his communicator and places it on the magnetic strip on the dashboard. Every so often, he glances down then looks over at me, a large grin easing across his face.

“Well I’ll be damned. Look at you joining the married squad!”

“Yes,” I murmur, pocketing the device so I can pretend it’s not happening for just a few more minutes. “Goody.”

“Don’t be like that. I’m sure she’s the perfect omega for you. I know I’ve been so happy ever since Erin was forced into my life. I’m sure Mikey would say the same thing.”

It’s true. From the moment Mikey was bound to Christine, he’s been non-stop grinning ear to ear. Happy. Content. Peaceful. All things I should want. Only, with a wedding imminent, it means I need to rethink things.

No longer is it about me. It’s about us. Not every omega is cut out to be a mate to a first responder. Will my bride demand I change my entire life for her? Once again, my mind drifts to the little anal princess I helped out several days ago.

There’s no way someone like her would be able to handle a life like this. I saw how she lived, saw the fear of being discovered in such a state from someone less than her... ‘someone like you’. Though she tried her best to cover it up by saying it’s because I’m an Alpha, I know better.

Her face was so damned expressive that it was apparent. Despite her obvious disdain for my job and station, I still find myself getting hard just thinking about her. Thankfully, Jackson sits next to me, oblivious, and he talks about various anecdotes he might tell the Governing Body so my wife knows all about me.