by J. D. Light
"Fuck," we both said at the same time, his hands reaching up to grip my shoulders hard as mine gripped his hips, letting his legs drape over my forearms.
I was already close, my body far beyond primed, but I didn't think I could take it slow. My hips took on a mind of their own, even as I closed my eyes, a strange high-pitched sound leaving my throat as I slid out of his body and then right back in with enough force to slap against his ass.
Thankfully, he seemed to like that too, his body arching off the table as I slammed inside him again and again. My entire body was on fire, heat licking hard at my dick and balls as my pistoning increased in speed until I was slamming in and out of his body like a fucking jackrabbit or something.
I was so fucking thankful when he called out, spraying cum across his chest, I nearly fainted with relief because at least it meant I wasn't flopping around on top of him like an uncoordinated fish like I felt like I was doing. His hole pulsed around me, milking my dick and I felt the tingle spread along my spine.
I gasped as my dick throbbed and then started to expand inside him, my balls spilling so hard I was a little worried they'd unraveled and leaked out of my dick as well as my knot grew.
Jennings whimpered, more cum trickling out of his dick as we locked together, and my knot pressed against his prostate.
I fell forward when I had no more jizz inside my body, pressing my moth against his neck and nuzzling in, using my elbows against the table to hold me up as my knees gave slightly a couple of times.
"Holy shit," he whispered, sounding just as awed as I felt. "You just knotted me."
I swallowed hard, pulling my head up to look down at him and hoping I hadn't fucked up, considering I'd just tied us together in a fucking storage room. "I did. Are you mad?"
I was a little mad at myself, since I was dealing with an omega who had clearly been fucked over by alphas out for one thing, and I hadn't even been patient enough to wait to be inside him until we were in a bed.
"No," he whispered, his eyes searching my face. "I'm just surprised. Does this mean something to you?"
I laughed, moving my hips slightly so that my knot tugged at his hole, slightly. "It's kinda obvious that it does."
I'd definitely never knotted anyone before.
He licked his lips, swallowing. "It means something to me too."
"I wish I could stay in here and do this over and over again," I whispered honestly.
"We didn't wear a condom."
I cringed, glancing over to the little packet sitting to the right of his head. "Shit. I brought one." I grabbed the thing holding it up to show him, and he chuckled, shaking his head.
"That's a lovely condom, but notice how it's not on your dick and I still am."
"I… I haven't had sex in a long time." Like since he started working at the club and wasn't that revealing as shit. "I've been tested since then and I didn't have anything."
He nodded, cupping my face with his hands. "Two days ago, and I would never have believed that you hadn't had sex in a long time, but the more I get to know you…" He bit his lip, shrugging. "The more I think there really isn't that many people who would have sex with you."
I snorted out a laugh, shaking my head. "Oh really. Just the desperate, huh?" I demanded, putting my nose in the air. "The truly pathetic?"
***
"That's why you hated me so much in the beginning wasn't it? I reminded you of that asshole." I said, leaning down to brush my bottom lip lightly over the cute little lone stretchmark on his belly.
Jennings continued to run his hand through my hair as he watched, laid out on the bed looking absolutely stunning. "Not really you, but the conversation was super similar. It stung a little to hear it even from outside. Knowing what I've heard around about August and everything I know about you now, it makes me think that maybe I was just like him. Seeing a relationship that was never there."
I huffed, shaking my head. "I doubt it. You and August are definitely not the same. He was conniving and manipulative. He told people that stuff hoping that it would put me in a position where I'd have to say yes, like starting a relationship like that wouldn't pretty much doom it from the beginning. He never really thought it through. Why would you want to be with someone who doesn't want to be with you?"
"Yeah. I sure didn't want to be with that asshole once I realized he was dating other people at the same time he was dating me. I was pissed off, I wanted answers, but as soon as he tried to turn it around on me and act like I was being unreasonable to assume my boyfriend was going to want to just sleep with me, I knew we just weren't compatible. I wasn't going to sit around and hope for something that wasn’t worth my time, and there wasn't going to be an answer from him that actually made anything right anyway."
I scooted up his body, needing him to see how serious I was when I looked down at him. "I would never do that to you."
Yep, we were having that conversation whether that was how it started or not, I wanted him to know where I saw this going. Where I hoped it was going. Hell, we'd spent every night together since I knotted him in the storage room. At first, I'd been doing it like we had that first night, picking him up and taking him to work and then taking him back, spending the night and leaving the next day to go home and sleep, but after a few days, he told me I could bring Wriggly over and bring a bag, so Wrig and I were pretty much always there now.
Of course, it was Friday, so he still hadn't gone to dinner at my parents' house yet, so there was a chance he'd want out after he found out what he was in for, but hopefully I'd been sexing him up good enough to get a little leeway there.
He swallowed hard, licking his lips. "Is this a relationship? Do you want exclusivity and all that?"
"I mean, I don't want to have sex with anyone else. I might not know much about all this dating stuff, but knotting is pretty significant to anyone. Why shop around for something else when I'm getting everything I could possibly want from you." I cringed, realizing that kinda sounded like I was saying he was good enough instead of making him understand his significance to me. "That didn't… That wasn't really what I meant."
I meant that he was absolutely perfect. That I already thought of him as mine, and I desperately wanted to be his.
He chuckled, leaning up to kiss my mouth. "I understood what you were saying. But what about work? You don't date people who work for you, remember?"
"I don't do a lot of things with the people that I work with, but the rules are already broken."
He smiled slowly, his eyes watching mine and dancing with happiness. "Okay," he whispered before rolling me over on the bed and attacking my mouth.
***
"Lord help a little girl born into this family," Jennings mumbled, looking around the room at my parents' house.
I chuckled, nodding. That was no lie.
"Do you plan on having any more kids, Jennings?" Da asked, and I held my breath while I tried to pretend like I wasn't listening avidly for his answer as we stood around the backyard so the boys could run around with Wriggly.
For Jennings part, he didn't seem all that fazed by my Da's question, his lip curling slightly as he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. I'd already warned him as much as I could about Da and Dad and their propensity for trying to marry off their boys so they could horde away grandchildren or something.
"I don't know," Jennings said, bumping me with his hip so that I let out my breath with a whoosh that was accompanied by a bit of spittle. "I guess it depends. When I was younger, I thought I'd have a bunch of kids, but I'm nearly thirty-five. My window is closing." He glanced at the two little boys trying to coax Ricki into playing with them by making fart sounds and laughing.
Ricki was laughing as he watched them from around Kent's legs, but he still wasn't budging.
"I have my hands full now anyway, so I definitely wouldn't go about it the way I did before," Jennings said, sounding amused.
"You'd want an alpha to help you?" Da asked, stepping closer.
Da's eyes widened, and he smirked––ew––seductively. "Are you hitting on me, Jennings?"
Jennings laughed for a moment, but Da just continued to give him a flirty look that was actually starting to make me just the slightest bit nauseous.
"Wait. You know I'm not, right?" Jennings asked after a moment, suddenly looking a little nervous.
Da simply smiled, reaching out to pat my omega on the shoulder, before sashaying over to Dad and rocking up on his tippy toes to whisper in his ear.
"I think your Da thinks I was hitting on him," Jennings said, turning to look up at me nervously. "You don't think your Dad will beat me up, do you? I don't want to be beat up by your Dad."
I snorted out a laugh, trying hard to remember a time when Dad was anything but laid back, and coming up with nothing. The man was the perfect alpha father to a bunch of rambunctious alpha boys. I couldn’t even really remember a time when the man did more than glare at us or just say our name sternly in that deep voice. Of course, that was really all it took to scare the hell out of us, and we'd line up really quick.
"Nah," I said, still laughing as I turned my head back in the direction of my parents… to find Dad glaring at Jennings in a way that actually made me gasp. "Oh," I said, grabbing him and pushing him behind my back to get him out of Dad's line of sight while Da watched my alpha father's face, once again making a face that made me want to throw up as it was pretty clear he was thinking dirty things about his husband. "Well, maybe stay close to me tonight. Just know that I'll take care of the boys if you're somehow incapacitated," I assured him like a good boyfriend.
This sudden weird ass fetish of Da's to ravish his jealous husband better not get my omega beat up. I really liked this one.
"Grant!" Riley gasped from our left, and we both turned to see a wide-eyed, red-faced Grant trying to keep his phone away from Riley, who was easily eight inches shorter than my brother. "What are you looking at?"
Riley might be smaller, but I'd met certain members of his mostly omega family, and the Walden-Hester-Felton's were a pretty terrifying bunch. It was pretty clear by the way the man easily parkoured the privacy fence before launching himself at Grant and wrapping around him like a baby monkey before wrestling him to the ground like a steer during the bulldogging event at a rodeo before easily swiping the phone and rolling to his feet like a fucking ninja, holding the device in the air triumphantly, that taking down poor defenseless alphas was a normality for him.
Grant groaned, his big body coming to a standing position a lot more slowly. "Riley, please give me that," he begged through clenched teeth as he looked around, cringing at all the people standing around watching him.
"What is it?" Cole asked as he came up behind his omega fiancé, trying to look over his shoulder.
Riley snatched the phone away, hiding the screen and glaring at Cole. "Oh no. You aren't looking. I'm not into omegas, but I'd probably bend him over something."
He went back to looking at whatever was on Grant's phone while my brother gave an embarrassed whimper.
"Ooo," Jennings said, perking up. "I'm into omegas, let me see."
I gasped, heavily offended. "Oh no you don't." I reached out to grab him and pull him back to me, but Riley had already flipped the screen around so my omega could see, and I glared throwing a hand over Jennings eyes.
And with good reason, apparently. The omega on the screen was stunning. I'd seen a lot of scantily clad human beings in my lifetime, but the man pouting seductively back from Grant's phone was among the topmost beautiful people.
He had nothing on Jennings, in my opinion, but he could definitely kick my ass in the looks department, so I was going to make sure Jennings didn't have something like that to compare me to.
"Oh! That's Bates James! He's a camboy." Jennings said excitedly. "I've seen him perform." When I gasped in outrage again, because apparently, I was the type to do that now, he smirked, shoving me. "Don't look at me like that, it's been a while. You're obviously way sexier."
I gave him a hard nod, pulling him back into my body like one of those handsy, jealous jackasses, and I didn't even feel bad about it, while everyone else around us huffed in disbelief.
I ignored them.
"I'm pretty sure he's from around here," Jennings said, watching Grant closely.
"He is," Grant grumbled, his face the reddest I'd ever seen it. "He lives in my building."
"What?!" Riley and Jennings said at the same time, my omega actually moving out of my arms to get closer to my big, clueless brother.
"And you watch his show?" Jennings demanded, sounding intrigued as I once again tried to pull him back towards me and away from my brother and the picture of his stunning neighbor. "That's kinda kinky."
"What's kinky?" Kent asked, as he moved closer, Dawes just a couple of steps behind him.
"Nothing," Grant growled, glaring everyone down.
The thing about Grant was, the man looked like a fucking mountain man. I wasn't attracted to any of my brothers, regardless of the fact that I absolutely loved step-brother kink in romance novels and stuff like that, the reality was, my brothers were definitely too brotherly to even think about considering any of them in that way, but I had the ability to look at people and see their attractiveness without being attracted, and I thought all of my brothers were very handsome men. Grant was pushing the boundaries on mountain man a little too far, but I knew his potential.
He had always been just a bit more rugged than the rest of us. Hairier, brawnier… sweatier. His face was a bit wide, and his hair got pretty stringy when he let it grow out, but he was still a very handsome man… he just didn't seem to know it.
So, when he started growing facial hair, he really started growing it. I knew he used it as a mask, and to be fair, he definitely could, considering it was really dark, and grew up high enough on his cheeks to hide the shape of his face completely. His stringy, dark hair was down past his shoulder blades and sometimes he even pulled it back in a low ponytail that made me cringe a little.
Don't get me wrong, I was all for people being pretty natural, but I didn't think trimming your beard back to a manageable length and doing something with your hair so you didn't look like the motorcycle club in town kicked you out for not following proper grooming guidelines was necessary. I'd seen straight up hillbilly mountain folk look more put together than my brother sometimes.
"Granty-Poo has been watching his neighbor do naughty things to himself unbeknownst to the neighbor," Riley said, spinning the picture around for everyone to see… except his fiancé.
I wished he'd stop showing Jennings.
"It's not like that," Grant growled, looking and sounding quite terrifying… and not scaring even one of the omegas in the room. "I found his camboy account by accident."
"When you were scouring for porn?" Jennings asked, his entire face bright with apparent enjoyment.
"Yeah. I didn't realize it was him at first."
"But then you did, and you haven't stopped watching it," Riley said, pretending he was handing the phone back to Grant, only to jerk it away when Grant reached for it. "How long ago?"
Grant made another swipe for the phone, but Riley easily pulled it away in time. "Three months."
Riley stopped, his mouth falling open in surprise and apparently not even realizing when Grant reached out and snatched the phone away from him, because he just stood there, watching my brother with wide shocked eyes.
"You've been watching your neighbor masturbate on camera for three months, and you haven't told him?"
"It's not really something you bring up in conversation," Grant grumbled, and I had to agree with him as I tried to imagine saying something like that to someone, and not seeing a scenario where things would just be all hunky-dory.
"You could just stop watching it," Kent suggested, eyebrows raised judgingly.
Grant looked at him for a long moment before nodding his head. "You're right. I should, and I will. I won'
t watch him anymore."
Jennings sputtered out a laugh, shaking his head. "I barely know you, and I know that was a lie."
"Do you like him, Granty-Poo?" Riley asked, giving Grant a smirk and an eyebrow wiggle.
Grant groaned, letting his head fall back on his shoulders for a long time.
"Oh my gosh. You have the cutest blush."
I glared at my omega, once again trying to get him away from my brother as Grant huffed out a laugh, shaking his head.
"I'm definitely not cute."
"Oh," Jennings said, winking at Riley. "Okay, that was the manliest, burliest blush I've ever seen… and it was adorable."
I let out a strange growl type noise that was meant to make him aware that I didn't find any of this funny, but it only made Jennings giddier.
"Quit flirting with my brother."
Ignored. "You should ask your neighbor out!"
Grant actually looked horrified. "No."
"What? Why?" Riley, Kent and Jennings demanded in unison.
"Look at him," Grant said, his face practically white.
Jennings smiled, reaching for Grant's phone. "If you insist."
I reached out, snatching him off of his feet and pulling him back. "Not you," I growled in his ear, making him giggle.
It occurred to me as he sent a look over his shoulder, his hands finding mine on his waist, that he might be messing with me.
"You're awfully prude for the owner of a strip club," he whispered.
"I'll show you prude." Spinning him in my arms, I gripped his ass hard while pressing my mouth to his. I didn't worry that my entire family was sitting around the back yard, I licked inside his mouth, sliding my tongue over every inch that I could until I felt him go limp in my arms.
It wouldn't take much to talk me into sneaking my omega up to my old bedroom for a little fun, but I was pretty sure Da would kill us both.
"You're gross," Grant grumbled, and I finally released Jennings mouth, groaning at the heat in his eyes.
Why did I do this shit to myself? Proving a point to my sexy omega was going to end up giving me a serious case of blueballs.