An Alpha For Two: Socal Cuties - Book 2

by Grey, Aspen

  “Stop, Roberto,” he whispered to me. “Don’t get upset. It’s not worth it.”

  “We need this job, Perry!” I replied anxiously. “We were just talking about it—”

  “If you freak out now, he’s gonna call the cops,” he told me. “I’m surprised he hasn’t already.”

  “He’s a racist piece of shit!” I hissed, doing my best to keep my voice down as Chad kicked open the screen door and held it open for us. There was a ball of sadness swelling up within me and I felt the tears in my eyes threatening to spill down my cheeks. I fought it, but when I thought about what kind of a terrible situation Perry and I were going to be in without our jobs, I lost it.

  Streams of tears poured down my cheeks and I braced myself against the wall, feeling Chad’s horrible eyes bearing down on me from the door.

  Yeah, I’m going! I thought as Perry put his hand on my arm. He was always the more stable one out of the two of us—more in control of himself and always talking sense into me when my emotions would threaten to take hold of me.

  “I’m waiting!” Chad called from the door. I clenched my fists as Perry massaged my arm, doing his best to make a horrible situation bearable. I wasn’t a violent person, but this was beyond upsetting.

  “We’re going!” Perry snapped back before I could respond with anything that would make the situation worse.

  As I made my way towards the back door, I could hear the hustle and bustle in the front of the shop, and knew that without either of us working, the place was going to be slammed. Chad was going to be pissed, and it would take him a few weeks to find two employees as reliable as us that he could depend on. And despite how upset I was, that tiny realization allowed a flicker of a smile to creep across my lips.

  “Maybe this will teach you,” Chad added as we stepped outside. “Fucking thieves.”

  “Fuck you, Chad,” I replied without looking back, taking Perry’s hand as we walked to our car. “And your whole shop.”

  Chapter Four

  Perry

  I was proud of Roberto. I really was. Out of the two of us, he was the one who usually got more upset at things, but he’d handled the situation with Chad well. Of course, I’d been there for him and that was part of it, but I was happy to do it. That’s how our relationship worked. We balanced each other out, and without an alpha in either of our lives, we’d managed pretty well to maintain a relatively normal dynamic as boyfriend and boyfriend. But as I unlocked the gated metal door that led into our apartment and stepped inside, Roberto slumped down on the couch with a heavy sigh.

  “We are fucked,” he announced.

  “We’re not,” I told him, closing the door behind us and heading to the kitchen to grab him a glass of red wine. “We’ll figure something out. We always have. We’re survivors, you and me.”

  Roberto sighed again and looked over at me. “We are, aren’t we?”

  I smiled and brought him his wine. He took it from me, raised it to his lips, but before he took a sip, looked up at the ceiling.

  “Wouldn’t it be nice to not have to be?” he asked.

  “To not have to be what?”

  “Not to have to be survivors,” he continued. “Wouldn’t it be nice to actually enjoy life? To not have to worry about whether or not we’re going to be able to make rent, or whether Chad’s going to be in a good mood, or whether we’re even going to have a job tomorrow. Wouldn’t it be nice to just live?”

  I took a seat on the couch beside my boyfriend and leaned my head against his chest. I loved his sweet mango smell and inhaled it deeply. On the couch together like this, snuggling and comforting each other, was the crux of our relationship. No matter what happened, I could never see myself being apart from Roberto, which was strange among omegas.

  Most omegas were single until a beta, or preferably an alpha, swooped in and scooped them up. And of course, in the back of both of our minds, we still had that fantasy—that one day we’d find an alpha for each of us—but we’d been together for so long and had developed such a bond that I just didn’t see how it would even work. I’d been wounded by an alpha and our relationship was the closest thing to a family that I could ever see Roberto being involved in. So for now, it was just a fantasy.

  “To just live,” I mused as though speculating one of life’s deepest truths. Roberto sipped his wine and offered me the glass. I wasn’t as much of a fan of red wine as he was, but I took some anyway. “Yeah, that does sound nice. How would that look?”

  “You know—a nice big strong alpha for both of us,” Roberto joked. I instantly started laughing.

  “Yeah, that’ll happen! An alpha who would share? Good luck finding that!”

  “Shhh!” he whispered, waving his hand. “Come on, I’m laying out the fantasy for you!”

  “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” I smiled.

  “Okay, so we have a nice big strong alpha for the both of us—”

  “With you so far.”

  “And he’s like big, and strong—”

  “With a huge dick!”

  Roberto jokingly glared at me. “What? Mine’s not good enough for you?”

  Roberto was hung, but not out of this world hung, and hey—this was a fantasy, wasn’t it?

  “Yours is more than adequate,” I said comfortingly.

  He thought about that for a second and then chuckled. “Adequate. Okay, I can live with that. But this alpha—he has a monster!”

  “A monster…”

  “A stretch you open, tear you apart, stretch out your hole until it never goes back to normal-sized cock!”

  “Oh, God!” I giggled. “Do I want my hole to never go back to normal?”

  “Shhhh!” Roberto repeated. “It’s a fantasy!”

  “Sorry! Okay, continue.”

  Roberto started to go on with his fantasy, but before he could, a loud, familiar banging came from the front door.

  “Gee, I wonder who that could be?” I said quietly. Wendell’s voice rang out as he pounded again.

  “Let me in, you two sluts!”

  “No sluts here!” I shouted back, not moving from the couch.

  “Okay, fine! Let me in, you two prudes!”

  “He’ll just keep knocking if you don’t,” Roberto reminded me. I grimaced and got to my feet.

  “Why do we always get crazy neighbors?” I asked him as I unlocked the door to reveal Wendell, a scrubby, hippy-looking beta with too many bracelets and necklaces, looking at us like he’d just discovered the cure to cancer—which wasn’t too far from being a possibility, given the fact that he was a doctor. Or at least, he had been, until he’d “found his purpose,” given up his practice and decided to be at one with the world and walk the Earth.

  “You two look fucking miserable,” he announced with no hesitation, his eyes mostly on Roberto.

  “How observant of you!” Roberto replied, downing the entire glass of wine and setting it down on the coffee table. “Any more of your incredible wisdom you’d like to share with us?”

  “As a matter of fact—I’m glad you asked!” Wendell replied enthusiastically, stepping past me into the living room. “You, you and me,” he said, pointing to all of us. “Are going to a fucking party tonight.”

  “Wendell—”

  “And not just any party!” he continued, holding up a hand. “A swingers party!”

  I should have groaned and rolled my eyes—I know that—but part of me actually was interested. Wendell was always getting up to crazy things, and normally we just sat there while he explained it to us (orgies, threesomes, one-night stands and random hookups), but for some reason—and maybe it was because we’d both just lost our jobs—my ears actually perked up. When I glanced back at Roberto, I saw a similar expression on his face.

  “Swingers party, eh?” he asked, getting up to refill his glass.

  “Downtown,” he nodded. “Some rich guy’s place.”

  “Rich guy?” I asked. “How’d you get an invite?”

  “Yeah, you hipp
y bum!” Roberto joked as he poured himself more wine.

  “Hey!” Wendell protested. “A connected hippy bum! I know people!”

  “Okay, so what does someone do at a swingers party?” I asked. “Just run around and fuck everybody and anybody?”

  “Nah, it’s not that wild,” Wendell shook his head. “But it’s a great way to meet people. Clothing is also optional.”

  “Wow,” I replied. “That’s…pretty wild. Have you been to one of these before?”

  “One?” Wendell chuckled. “You could say I’m…experienced.”

  “Yes. Yes, you could say that,” Roberto replied, sipping more wine. He gave me the eye and I returned it, raising my eyebrows with a shrug.

  “Tell me, Wendell,” I asked him. “Are there going to be any alphas there?”

  Chapter Five

  Jedrik

  I don’t know who owned the condo downtown, but whoever it was, they were loaded. The place was on the top of a building that had blue lights running up the outside corners, and the “munchin” was happening in the massive modern space, with plate-glass windows that had some kind of auto-tint feature to keep the neighbors from peering in and seeing all the depravity going on within.

  So far, I’d elected to keep my clothing on, but not everyone else had. There had to be at least thirty people milling about, with more coming in every few minutes. It was a good ratio of alphas and omegas, with a handful of betas thrown in there as well. Some of the guys were really good looking, and one of them, a cute little cherub fellow with golden locks and milky white skin, had been eyeing me for the last few minutes. I’d been debating heading over to say something, but was taking my time to see how the party played out and who else would be arriving.

  No sense in rushing into anything just yet, I thought. There’s plenty for the pickin’

  “Ain’t this great?” Eric asked from beside me, his half-mast dick slapping up against my leg.

  “Hey, watch the sword, buddy,” I told him. He laughed and retreated, sipping his rum and Coke.

  “Why you still all dressed up?” he asked. “Don’t you want to put the goods on display? Plenty of pretty decent ass running around this place!”

  “I’m not rushing into anything,” I told him. “When I see, or smell, someone who strikes my fancy, though…”

  My voice trailed off as I gazed across the room where a circle had formed around one of the low tables where an omega was going down on a burly alpha who looked like he lived in the gym and had the brains of a high school dropout. But still, he was getting his dick sucked, so more power to him.

  The omega was propped up on his knees with his hole on full display to anyone who was interested, and I had to admit that seeing his slick glistening, inviting penetration, had my dick starting to rise beneath my pants.

  His technique was good too. He used both hands and the alpha’s cock was covered in spit. He moved up and down, taking as much of the dick into his mouth as he could before gagging and pulling back again. He took a deep breath and swallowed the entire thing. This raised a cheer and applause from the spectators.

  “Why don’t you put that thing to good use?” I asked Eric, pointing to the omega.

  “Nah,” he replied. “I hate sloppy seconds.”

  “Isn’t that to be expected with something like this?” I replied.

  “You gotta find the one you want, get them alone and rock their world before anyone else does,” he confidently explained.

  “Ahhh,” I nodded dismissively. “Well, I’m gonna continue to spectate for now.”

  But just as I said that, I felt a hand on my lower back and turned to see an omega, tan and young, looking up at me with complete fuck-me eyes.

  “Aren’t you a tall drink of water?” he asked me.

  His cock was hard and standing straight out from his body, a tiny pearl of pre-cum ready to drip out at the slightest move. He took a step forward and slid it between my legs, brushing it against mine through my pants. I felt more blood pump into my erection as it continued to form. He smelled sweet, innocent, clean, but his actions showed me that he was anything but.

  But, hey—this was a munchin, right? Why not have a little fun. No one was getting married tonight.

  “What’s your name?” I asked him.

  “Isn’t it more fun if you don’t know?” he teased, pushing his entire body against mine. I heard Eric chuckle and slink off somewhere, leaving me alone (relatively) with the omega as he slid his hand up my shirt and pulled at the top of my pants with his fingertips.

  “What do you have down there?” he asked. “Probably a lot or you wouldn’t be hiding it. Is that your thing? You’ve got such a monster down there that you don’t want to make all the other guys here feel bad?”

  “Something like that,” I chuckled. After all, there was a bit of truth to what he was saying. I was hung like a horse, and as this was my first munchin, wasn’t ready to pull it out and draw a bunch of attention.

  I was getting hot and bothered, and the omega (whatever his name was) pushed his hand deeper down my pants, reaching for the prize. But before he could get his fingers around my shaft, the door to the condo opened and a scent—two scents actually—spilled into my nose like a raging ocean and almost knocked me over.

  My hand went to the omega’s and snatched it, blocking him from going any further.

  “What is it, baby?” he asked.

  “Excuse me,” I said, as gently as I could. “But I have to go.”

  I pulled his hand from my pants and walked away. I heard him sigh a disappointed sigh as I went, but this was a munchin and he could easily find someone else. I moved past the random naked couples talking, an omega and beta making out by the kitchen, and heard a cheer from the blowjob group, probably indicating the alpha busting his load, and made my way back to the entrance. The scents grew stronger, sending my head spinning, and when I came around the corner and saw them—two of them—I almost fell over.

  Two omegas! I thought as a previously unknown sensation came over me. As I stared at them, I recognized instantly what it was.

  Fated mates. Somehow, both of these omegas were my fated mates.

  Chapter Six

  Perry

  As I stepped into the swingers party, I’d expected to smell sweat, body odor, other odors of sex and alcohol, but instead, I was greeted with the most incredible scent I’d ever encountered in my life: salted caramel with a strength behind it I could simply not comprehend, and what blew my mind even more was that when I glanced over at Roberto, I saw that he could smell it too.

  “What the…?” I muttered, unable to believe what I knew in my heart was true.

  It’s the scent of my fated mate!

  “It can’t be,” Roberto said softly as we were greeted by a beta wearing nothing but a bow tie and a jock strap.

  “Welcome to the munchin,” he told us with a polite smile. “Please be respectful, but enjoy yourselves.”

  “Oh, we will!” Wendell replied loudly as he pushed past us and marched into the fray. I stared at Roberto as our noses went into overdrive.

  “Do you—”

  Roberto nodded before I could finish my sentence.

  “But, how can that be?” I asked.

  “I don’t know,” he replied. “But it definitely is.”

  I was too blown away to know what else to say, but that was okay. When he came around the corner and into view, I was beyond any ability to speak. All I could do was stare.

  He was gorgeous. Drop dead, straight out of a magazine, gorgeous. He was easily over six feet tall, with strong muscles that showed even through his worn Henley shirt. I could tell this was a man who was good with his hands and worked for his living. Despite his dark curls, his eyes were a piercing blue that seemed to anchor me in place like a sci-fi tractor beam.

  The noise from the party seemed to fade into the background, becoming a dull roar like a low bass to a soundtrack that you feel but can’t really focus on. But the alpha in front
of me—he was like a symphony, played by a full orchestra, with a sweeping crescendo that swept over me like a sparkling golden wave unlike anything I had ever experienced before or even imagined in my wildest dreams. I was shaken—right down to the foundations of my being.

  “Look at him,” Roberto whispered in my ear. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was feeling similar to me, and normally I would have glanced over at him for reassurance, but I couldn’t get my damned eyes off the alpha standing before us.

  He wasn’t naked, which struck me as odd, as this was a swingers party after all. I could, however, see a massive bulge forming in his pants and felt my mouth begin to water.

  “What is this, Roberto?” I finally asked my boyfriend as the Adonis alpha began walking down the hall towards us. Every single movement of his body was firm but graceful, like a bodybuilder who’d also been trained in dance.

  My eyes traced the lines of his physique, from his bulging biceps that seemed intent on tearing out of his shirt, to the muscles of his thighs that became visible with every step, to the calluses hands that confirmed for me that this was a working man. As he grew closer, the sweet salted caramel smell took over and I felt my legs begin to weaken. Thankfully, Roberto placed his hand on my back and kept me from staggering back.

  He stopped before us, and despite the intent and confidence in his eyes, I saw that he was feeling something completely unexpected—just as we were.

  “My name is Jedrik,” he said simply.

  Jedrik, I almost gasped. Fucking take me!

  What a name! I’d never even heard of a name like Jedrik, let alone met someone named that. Guaranteed the rest of the alphas here all had normal names. The man standing before me was anything but normal. He was exceptional.