Page 50 of The Omega

I was the luckiest Alpha in the whole world.

“I cooked.” I raised the basket on my other arm to show what I meant, realizing about a second too late that I didn’t actually answer her question.

“For me?” Her nostrils flared as she sniffed. “Did you make cookies?”

I nodded, swallowing to try and make words again. “Cookies for dessert.”

Opal pouted. “Why does everyone insist on sweets after savory? It’s best to mix them in.”

Goddess, I adored her.

And for her, I could sound like I wasn’t a bumbling idiot. I took a deep breath. “Opal Morganton, would you do me the honor of going on a picnic date with me?”

She said yes.

Actually, she’d squealed with delight and clung to my arm as I led her through the woods to a special spot I’d found on my run the other day.

She ate her cold steak sandwich without complaint, moaning a bit between bites.

This woman could eat.

As she should.

I adjusted myself more times than I cared to admit as I watched her chew and swallow, rethinking the picnic blanket I’d packed and the open valley that gave us a clear view of the sky.

It left us too exposed. The camera crew had perfect angles to record our every move.

“You keep feeding me like this and I won’t have room for dessert,” Opal laughed as she finished her sandwich.

I just smiled.

Her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. “Okay, I lied. There’s always room for dessert.”

“I…” My voice trailed off as she snuggled up next to me on the blanket.

“You don’t talk a lot, do you?”

You better start talking.

“Not really,” I admitted.

“That’s okay.” Opal pulled my arm over her shoulder. “I like the quiet.”

I did too, but that wasn’t why we were here. Although this was nice. Her scent was in the air, mixing with mine, and the silence didn’t have to be filled. I could imagine sitting on the porch next to her. Watching the sunset. Enjoying a simple life.

We’d never get there if we didn’t talk.

Opal let out a soft laugh. “You might not speak much, but I can hear your brain going a mile a minute.”

“It’s just…” My gaze darted to the cameras and microphones picking up our every word. “I want to know all about you, but I want to give you privacy too.”

Opal looked where I was looking.

“You’re sweet.” Her body pressed closer to mine and I tried real hard to focus on her words as her breasts rubbed against my chest and her lips brushed my ear. “I’ll give you a safe word.”

The camera team nudged each other to move closer.

“Lollipop,” she whispered. “If I don’t want to answer something on camera, I’ll say that.”