2.16 Blue Balls (2)

Miles POV

“You back with us, Alpha?” Billy asked as I groaned, leaning over the table with my head in my hands.

“Fuck off,” I growled.

I was so fucking pent up. Mick offered to come lead this meeting and let me be the one to take Chloe to lunch, but I insisted on coming instead. I have so much regret, the bulk of it bulging painfully against the zipper of my jeans.

“How rude,” Billy grumbled.

I tried to ignore him. I’ve been unreasonably testy for the past few days. Chloe not accepting guards to watch over her was only a fraction of the reason for my frustration. The biggest part is the lack of finishing during sex. Not the lack of sex. We are still having it whenever we know she wants it, but neither one of us has finished inside of her since she woke up. Because I’ve become too much of a pussy to talk to her about it, since I didn’t want to start another argument like with the guard thing, I’ve had to resort to faking it most of the time.

We can’t get her pregnant right now. Not on