Chapter 11 Foot-in-Mouth Syndrome （Part 2） #2
Titan shook a little; he was laughing again. “Math, you phrased that better than I could. Mr. Abercrombie, I was separated from Mathlin for a while. He brought our child back last night, and I saved him from a deadly car accident. In the process, I hurt my arms.”
Abercrombie clutched his chest. “Did the baby get hurt?”
Titan shook his head. “The baby was fine.”
“Phew!” Abercrombie relaxed, then made a face. “That wasn’t what Everdin told me. I guess she’s losing her marbles.”
Titan shrugged regretfully. “Maybe she’s having a rough time and has some trouble keeping her facts straight. With Mathlin’s help, I’m hoping to get the bakery up and running in no time. Keep an ear out for our reopening!”
“Will do.” Abercrombie peered at Mathlin from under his bushy eyebrows. “Eat your vegetables. They’re good for pup-making. Especially the eggplants.”
Mathlin stared. Titan made a strangled sound.
“I’ll eat Titan’s eggplant,” Mathlin said.
Titan choked again.
“Good,” Abercrombie said approvingly. “It may take a few tries. Young alphas like him don’t know what they’re doing.”
“Hey!” Titan stiffened, eyes flashing gold. “I know what I’m—”
Mathlin shook his head. “It’s okay. It only took once so he doesn’t have to try too hard if he wants to knock me up again.”
Titan whipped his head around so fast, Mathlin thought he might’ve hurt his neck.
Mathlin froze. Maybe he shouldn’t have admitted that out loud. He peeked at his boss just in case.
Titan’s face was red, and he looked... torn?
“Wow, I think Titan’s running a fever,” Mathlin said hurriedly to Abercrombie. “I need to take care of him before he collapses from his hotness.”
Abercrombie peered at Titan, who stiffened further. “Yes, he does look ill,” the old man said. “I’ll leave you to it. Feel better soon, Titan. Then you can focus on making more pups. Come to me if you need advice.”
“Thank you,” Mathlin said with forced cheer, giving Abercrombie a wave. Then he pushed Titan toward the back of the bakery.
They hid in the hallway leading to the back rooms, watching as Abercrombie disappeared into his car. It was only after the man had driven off, that Titan heaved a sigh.
“Fucking Everdin,” Titan growled. “Not that Abercrombie is much better. No one needs mating tips these days—why does he think I’m inexperienced?”
Mathlin reached up to pat Titan’s shoulder, but it was so high up that he settled for patting Titan’s abdomen instead.
“There, there. We all know that big grumpy alphas wield their big alpha swords like pro fencing masters. Wow, your abs really feel like a washboard. Not that I know what a washboard feels like, since we all use washing machines.”
Titan snorted.
“Hey, for all you know, Mr. Abercrombie might have some good sex tips,” Mathlin said. “He’s old. He’s gotta have lots of experience, right? Maybe he knows some kinky stuff.”
Titan wrinkled his nose. “I’d rather not know. Besides, it’s not as though I can do much right now.”
“Your mouth still works,” Mathlin said helpfully.
“My—”
Titan stared at Mathlin. Mathlin stared back, horror dawning upon him: he had just told his boss to give someone oral.
“Uh.” Mathlin blushed hotly. “I meant that your mouth is working, so you can eat regular food! And your cock is clearly also working; it sprays like a geyser. You could probably smash a world record with an omega in your lap, you might even jizz hard enough to fill someone’s womb, even when they’re not in heat—”
Unbidden, those secret memories floated to the top of Mathlin’s mind. He remembered wanting to sit on Titan’s lap; he remembered wanting to spread his legs around this alpha. Take Titan’s big cock into his body. His insides grew hot.
Titan’s gaze darkened. “Your scent changed.”
“Uhhh. I’m thinking about pancakes.”
The alpha snorted. “Sure. I don’t see you drooling.”
“Well, that’s because—You know how you suck the spit back into your mouth when you’ve been drooling?”
Titan raised an eyebrow. “Yes, but I don’t usually discuss that with anyone.”
“I wish I could do it with my butthole,” Mathlin blurted.
Why did I say that? I need to stop talking!
But his mouth opened anyway. “I wish I could suck back all the slick that drips out of me. It gets all over my underwear and makes me smell like slick for hours! You can probably smell it, your nose is sharp.”
Mathlin froze, his horror growing.
Titan’s gaze dropped to Mathlin’s hips, and his nostrils flared.
“Oh gods!” Mathlin whispered, clenching his asscheeks. “Don’t sniff my ass! You can’t smell anything!”
Titan’s mouth twitched into a smile. “I think I smell a very wet, musky nothing.”
“It’s definitely not slick,” Mathlin squeaked. “Oh gods, I wish my hole would shut up. I wish my mouth would shut up. I need to stuff something in them to plug them up. This is getting worse by the minute. Just kill me now.”
He buried his face in his hands, mortified.
Titan coughed, his eyes sparkling. “No one else has said that to me before.”
Mathlin groaned, rocking himself back and forth. “I can’t believe I said all that to my boss.”
Titan laughed quietly. “C’mon, I need you to put a sign on the front door. So anyone dropping by will know that we’re closed for the next three weeks.”
“Just three?”
“That’s the shortest time I’d need for my broken arm to heal.” Titan winced. “But knowing me, I’d try to use the arm too early, and strain it worse than if I had left it alone.”
“I’ll keep you in line,” Mathlin’s mouth said. “Oh, fuck my mouth.”
Titan’s lips pulled into a wolfish smile. “I won’t ask you to repeat that.”
“Thanks. My mouth really appreciates you.” Mathlin buried his face in his hands. “Oh gods.”
“I won’t ask your mouth to show its appreciation, either,” Titan said, his amusement growing.
“Yeah, who knows what else my mouth would do,” Mathlin mumbled. “Definitely not glue itself to your big round pecs. I think my mouth might have been a barnacle in its past life. It might latch onto your body and never let go.”
A beat passed.
“Wait,” Mathlin whimpered. “Did I really say that?”
“Yes,” Titan said dryly. “But it’s fine. Print a notice before someone else comes in.”
“Urk,” Mathlin said, hurrying over to Titan’s laptop.
Titan joined him behind the desk, telling him which parts of the notice needed a larger font, and which parts needed to be bolded and underlined.
“You can sit down, you know,” Titan said next to him.
“It’s fine. The desk is kind of tall, anyway.” Mathlin was bent over, tapping on the keyboard.
“Don’t mind if I do. Looking at the screen from this high up hurts my neck.” Titan hooked his foot into the chair and dragged it over to himself, sitting down.
“So for this paragraph, do I—” Mathlin looked over his shoulder to gauge his boss’ reaction.
Only to find Titan’s eyes glued to his ass.
Titan snapped his gaze up, a second too late. “You were saying?”
“Did you hear a word of what I said?” Mathlin squeaked, his cheeks growing hot. “Or were you trying to see through my pants? Do you secretly have X-ray vision and you’re actually looking at my hole?”
Those hazel eyes dropped back to Mathlin’s ass briefly, then locked on his face. “No X-ray vision. I checked.”
Mathlin whimpered. “You used my ass to check for X-ray vision? So if you actually had it, you’d see me naked!”
Titan blushed. “I... I was just... estimating your dimensions.”
“Are you trying to say that my ass is big?!”
“No! It’s the perfect size.”
“For what?”
Titan opened his mouth and paused. “I... I shouldn’t say it to you. It would count as harassment.”
“But I’m asking you to tell me.”
The alpha wet his lips. “I was... trying to estimate if something would fit.”
Heat speared through Mathlin’s gut. “Um, fit where?”
“Between your cheeks.”
“Like a hot dog?” Mathlin said. And cringed.
Titan coughed. “Work on the notice, Math.”
“I was! Until I caught you not paying attention!”
The alpha groaned quietly, his gaze flicking down again. “I can’t get your scent out of my nose.”
With growing certainty, Mathlin realized that Titan was talking about the scent of his slick.
He squirmed. “Let me put Jannie down somewhere. She’s still asleep.”
“There’s a playpen in the kitchen,” Hamilton yelled.
Mathlin jumped. Titan cursed. Maybe Mathlin would’ve been unnerved by Hamilton listening in, but... He couldn’t deny how handy the shapeshifter was to have around.
He hurried out from behind the desk, checking the kitchen to make sure it was safe. Then he set a sleeping Jannie down in the middle of the playpen, surrounded her with toys and pillows, and hurried back to the office.
Titan was relaxed in his chair, his legs spread, a prominent bulge between them.
Mathlin’s eyes locked onto it. “Didn’t you just come not too long ago?”
“Yeah.” The alpha’s voice dipped, turning husky. “But I think my body found a reason to get the cum production going again, much faster than before.”
Mathlin’s throat went dry. “S-so you could’ve hired an omega to help before this, and it would’ve worked?”
Titan shrugged. He hadn’t looked away from Mathlin. “Maybe. But maybe it’s just you who inspires this.” He spread his legs wider, and Mathlin caught the faintest scent of Titan’s arousal.
“I thought of a way to increase my cream production. Three times the original volume,” Titan rumbled, his voice going straight to Mathlin’s hole. “Want to hear it?”