City Baby

by Eva Leon

  That’s about the time I started teasing Rory because I didn’t understand the things I was feeling for him. When he started getting sassy back, I thought we had something. At some point, he started getting quiet whenever I would try bickering with him, and I thought he was getting bored. I stepped it up, but now I realize how wrong I was. I’m super lucky that I didn’t lose him forever. He has a good heart, and now I know how easy forgiving someone can be when they care about you.

  Many of the Omegas at our school like the fact that I’m rich and I play football, but Rory’s different. After tonight, I hope that he’s seen through who I pretend to be for my father. I want Rory to fall in love with the real me. I’m just going to have to find the courage to show him the real Jaxxon Avery.

  I smile when he starts to snore softly against my chest. He looks like an angel when he’s sleeping. My heart feels full for a brief moment, and then I hear my phone going off several times. I don’t want to let him go, but something about the way my phone keeps going off tells me there is something terribly wrong. When I kiss his forehead and he stirs for a moment, it feels too much like goodbye for me to breathe.

  I slip off the bed without waking him and pull my cell out of my pant pocket. I’ve gotten twenty texts that all say the same thing.

  “Jaxxon, please help me.”

  Chapter Three

  Rory

  I wake up just in time to make it home before curfew if I hurry. I’m alone in a bed that I don’t recognize, and it takes me a minute to remember everything that happened tonight. I smile when I think of how Jaxxon made me feel, but I’m a little concerned that he’s gone. It’s not a big deal I tell myself. Maybe he just wanted to let me sleep, and I know I’ll get to see him again tomorrow at graduation.

  I pull my clothes on and try to fix my hair so no one can tell it’s messed up because I was fooling around. Most of the people at the party are completely trashed, and nobody pays any attention when I leave. Making it home on time means I don’t have to explain anything to my parents. They just tell me good night, and I go to my room.

  I lie awake for a long time, contemplating calling him. I want to tell him goodnight before I go to sleep, but I don’t want to come off as needy. He’s said before that he has things he’s dealing with at home, and I don’t want to interrupt him if he’s in the middle of anything important.

  If we’re going to make this work, I’m going to have to start trusting his word. We haven’t had the best start to our budding relationship, but now that I understand him better, I think I can relax a little.

  Coming out as a couple tomorrow at graduation will be even more exciting than doing it at the party. We’re getting ready to embark on our adult lives, and he’s chosen me to be at his side.

  It does seem a little strange that he didn’t at least text to make sure I made it home safely.

  I’m sure it’s fine.

  Graduation Day

  I spend some extra time on my hair knowing that everyone in my class, including Jaxxon, will be looking at me while I give my speech. I check my phone, expecting a message from him, but there isn’t anything. Before I can start worrying, my mom calls up to me that it’s time to go.

  I give my speech and get a standing ovation. My dad cries, and my father is beaming with pride. Jaxxon’s seat is empty. He didn’t even show up to collect his diploma. I can feel a wave of nausea building in my gut, but I keep myself together. I wish he’d had the chance to tell me what was going on before he left.

  Asking his friends where he is means risking them making fun of me, but I chance it. Not one of them has heard from him since last night. I check my phone constantly for messages while I eat lunch at my favorite restaurant with my parents. Nothing comes in, and I decide this is too strange. Even bad boy Jaxxon wouldn’t just disappear. I make the decision to reach out to him. He’ll have to understand why I’m worried.

  When we get home, I try to call him. His cell goes straight to voicemail. I decide to leave a message and hope for the best. He never calls back. I look at my phone every few minutes for days until I finally get pissed. I send him three text messages over the course of a week. The last one is just me begging him to tell me if he’s okay. I don’t even care if he never wants to see me again. I just want to know that he’s alright, but he can’t even manage that. I consider trying to call one of his friends. I think Stacey has a couple of their cell numbers, but why bother?

  He was just using me to get off before he left. Everything he said that night was a lie, and I’m an idiot. I fell for his stupid crap completely. It will never happen again. Not only is Jaxxon out, but I doubt I’ll ever let another Alpha get to me the way he did either. I can’t believe how much this hurts, and I could have avoided it by trusting my gut and telling him to get lost.

  I’m going to college in the fall, and Rory March is going to focus all of his attention on school. I swear I’ll never give him another thought. I won’t let him take up one more second of my time. I won’t even dream about him.

  Except I do. Every damn night. I don’t think any man will ever make me feel the way Jaxxon Avery did again.

  Chapter Four

  Jaxxon

  Eight Years Later

  Things are good for me. I’m still in my first year of practicing law, but I own my firm, and I make the rules. That’s the way I like it. Whenever I’m in charge, the world works exactly the way I want it to work. I’ve got cars, money, and all the Omega ass I could ever want.

  Aaron, my secretary, walks into my office to let me know the new hire is here to meet me. He looks sexy in his tight black slacks that cut just right across his ass. I call him over to my desk and run my hand over his backside while he adjusts my tie. When he walks away, I smack his bottom hard. Aaron likes a good spanking before sex, and I know that from personal experience.

  I don’t like to meet the new hires in my office. It’s better to make the introductions on neutral ground, since I probably don’t look like what they’re expecting. You can’t see any of my tattoos when I’m dressed for work, but my tan skin and beard make me look like a biker dressed up as a businessman. Which, I guess, is accurate. I love to ride, and I like my beard. Anybody who thinks it’s inappropriate can shove it up their ass.

  The conference room is down the hall from my office, so I make my way there since I’m already ten minutes late. People wait for me. That’s just how it is.

  When I walk into the room, the new hire is standing at the window looking out. He looks sexy as hell from the back, and I decide to give whoever hired him a raise. His ass makes me want to take a bite, and I start to imagine those legs wrapped around my waist. But when he turns around, I feel the color drain from my face.

  If I had bothered to look at any of his paperwork before this meeting, I would have known the new hire is Rory March. Memories of the last night I saw him come flooding back into my mind, and my heart starts to pound in my chest. I’m at a loss, and that never happens to me. Well, not anymore. I won’t let it happen this time either.

  “Hey, Peter Prude. Well, I guess you’re not all that much of a prude now, are you,” I ask and wink at him.

  I see him shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other, and I suspect he’s having the same reaction to seeing me. I close the distance between us and lean in to whisper in his ear. Goddamn he smells good, but I have to keep it together.

  “Hey, gorgeous. I can tell you still want me by the bulge in the front of your slacks. I never got a chance to see what you’d feel like with my cock buried in your ass. That’s a shame,” I say and take a step back so I can fully enjoy the blush spreading across his cheeks.

  He wants me bad, so I do the only thing I can. I turn around and leave the room without another word.

  Chapter Five

  Rory

  This job is going to be a total nightmare. I was so nervous about seeing him again. I changed my outfit ten times and stopped at the salon this morning to have my hair trimmed and styled. I knew
I shouldn’t have taken a job at his firm, but one of his partners recruited me out of law school and the money was too good to turn down.

  I was terrified that if I turned them down, they’d blacklist me. No other firm would want to touch me if Avery and Associates put out the word that I’m un-hirable. I worked too hard in college and in law school to start my career out that way.

  I felt like I had to take the job, and now I feel trapped. If Jaxxon was a bad boy in high school, he is an even badder boy now. Fuck. I want him so bad. Why do I have to want him so much? If he didn’t get to me the way he does, I could walk away. I could just move to another city and find a job there. Part of me can’t wait to have him torment me again, and part of me wants to cry. I guess I didn’t learn my lesson.

  He was my first kiss, and he was almost my first time. The feelings I had for him were so much more intense than I ever thought they would be. Sadly, I’m still a virgin. When I was an undergraduate, I was so traumatized by Jaxxon’s disappearance that I refused to even go on dates with Alphas. I had to work full time when I was in law school to pay the outrageous tuition, and I never had time to date. I spent my days at school, my evenings working, and I squeezed studying in anywhere I could find a few spare minutes.

  Eventually, I started to take comfort in having my life in order. I relished the control and focus I used to get me through my degrees. There was no way I was going to let a man come along and mess with my head again.

  It’s my first day at Avery and Associates, and I’m getting my office set up and collaborating with my new secretary on her duties. While she’s getting her computer set up, Jaxxon buzzes her to schedule a meeting with me. She looks confused when she comes into my office to tell me that Jaxxon Avery just phoned her to schedule an appointment with me that starts in five minutes.

  “You’ll have to get used to that. Just do what he asks and don’t worry about it. Okay?” I say and offer a weak smile. “I don’t want you to get in trouble on my behalf.”

  “Alright, Rory. I just wasn’t sure what was going on,” Amanda offers back.

  “It’s okay; I don’t know either. I think it’s best if we just assume he’s quirky and go with that.”

  “Yes, sir,” Amanda says and turns to leave.

  “One more thing, Amanda.”

  “Yes?”

  “Please don’t ever call me sir again. Rory is fine,” I say and laugh.

  She relaxes a bit and goes back to her desk. I mumble a few obscenities under my breath once she’s gone. I can’t believe that pompous ass called my secretary to schedule a meeting with me for five minutes from now. Make that three minutes from now. He’s screwing with me. I’m pissed, but I can’t get to his office fast enough. It’s pathetic, and I know it, but I just want to be close to him again.

  I walk quickly to his office, feeling an exhausting mixture of anticipation and outright dread. I breeze past his secretary, Aaron, and burst through his office door. I’m about to lay into him when he grabs me. Jaxxon pushes me against the wall and runs his nose up the side of my neck. My skin prickles as his breath caresses me, and arousal floods my entire body.

  “You like this don’t you,” he says and brushes his palm against my hardened cock. “I can feel it.”

  All I can do is moan. I want to beg him to take me right now, but my pride helps me resist. It doesn’t stop me from thrusting my hips forward in response to his touch, though. I’m about to speak, but he cuts me off by stunning me with his actions.

  I can’t believe it’s happening, but Jaxxon undoes my belt and fly. He pulls my pants and briefs down and lets them fall to the floor. I feel his hand slide down my ass crack and then two of his fingers hook into my hole. Jaxxon’s other hand wraps around my cock. He doesn’t move it. It’s just squeezing my dick softly while he fingers my ass.

  He spins me around and pushes me over so that I’m leaning with my hands and forehead pressed against the wall. He doesn’t touch my cock again, but he spreads my buttocks apart with one hand and slips the fingers from his other back inside me.

  Instinctively, I reach down and start fisting my cock. I hear him unzip his pants, and then start to pump his hand up and down his shaft.

  “Yes,” he growls through gritted teeth, and I feel his ejaculation splash all over my ass and lower back.

  I’m about to come, and suddenly he’s backed away from me. Jaxxon’s hands are no longer touching me, and I can feel that he’s taken several steps back. When I turn around to look at him, he’s giving me a disapproving stare. I let go of my cock, even though I need a release so bad it hurts.

  “Oh, would you look at the time. I’ve got another meeting. You should try to be on time for our next appointment,” he says and walks out of his office, leaving me panting and desperate for him. I’m covered in his cum and have to clean up in his private bathroom before doing the walk of shame back to my desk.

  He does this every day, and I let him. Each time, I hope he’ll lose control and take me, or that I’ll finally find the strength tell him off. Tell him off or get him off. I don’t even know what I want anymore. Every time he leaves me that way, I jack off in his bathroom because there’s no way I can go back to work until I get a release. Every orgasm I give myself is hollow compared to what he could do to me, but it’s better than trying to go back to my desk with a massive hard-on.

  Friday, I don’t wait for his call. I march down to his office and let myself in ten minutes before our usual “appointment”. He looks up from the notes he’s writing and smiles at me.

  “Good boy. That took less than a week. You’re going to be trainable after all,” he says and stands up.

  “You are insufferable,” I practically yell at him.

  “I don’t think you’re suffering at all. You’re making big money right out of school, you’ve got your office and secretary, you’re still absolutely gorgeous, and you’re getting a little action from one of the most eligible bachelors in the city.”

  “I hate you, Jaxxon Avery. And I want you to leave me alone,” I say and feel the hot flush spreading across my face.

  Before I can take a breath, he’s on me. Jaxxon backs me against the wall of his office and one of his hands goes next to my head while the other reaches out and locks his office door. He’s got me pinned, and the hand that locked the door slides down the front of my pants. His fingers caress my cock roughly, and a delighted smile lights up his normally hard face.

  “No underwear, huh? Did you not wear any today, or did you take them off before you came in here? I guess I’ll have to retire the Peter Prude nickname once and for all. So tell me, Rory, did you do it for me?”

  “I guess you’ll never know,” I say flatly and when he kisses me, I bite his bottom lip hard.

  “Oh, you’ll pay for that little act of disobedience. Now hold still, or so help me god, I’ll never touch you again,” he says as he rubs his palm against my erection.

  My knees almost give out on me at his touch. His skin is a little rougher, but it takes me right back to the night at the party. I get dizzy with pleasure as he rubs me softly. The pressure is too light to take me over the edge, and it’s driving me insane.

  “Beg me,” he demands.

  “Never.” I defiantly lock eyes with him.

  “Beg me and I’ll fuck you right now.”

  “You can’t. I’ve never...” I say, and the realization of what I mean widens his eyes.

  “You’ve never had an Alpha inside you?” He looks shocked and excited at the same time.

  “No. Never.”

  “Beg me, and maybe I’ll relieve you of your little issue.” His tone makes me want to punch him and walk out.

  “You’ll never make me...” I almost get the words out before his fingers slide inside my asshole.

  “What’s that, baby?” he asks and rubs that spot inside me roughly.

  “No, no.” I try to hold on, but it’s no use. “Please, please let me finish.” I pant the words out.

  I don�
��t have any time to feel ashamed for losing control. He drops to his knees and opens my fly. He licks me a few times until I’m almost ready to go over the edge. I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming out his name when he wraps his lips around my throbbing cock and starts to suck. My hips involuntarily thrust forward and I fuck his face. I’m completely surprised that he allows me to do it. Most Alphas would never let an Omega thrust their cock into their mouth that way. They’ll lick and give it a little suck, but real blowjobs are for Alphas. His beard tickles my sensitive skin, and I lose it before he lets me go.

  Jaxxon turns me around again and pulls my hips out. He strokes my cock while running his tongue around my asshole. Just before I’m able to release, he stops again.

  Jaxxon stands up and strokes his beard. “Mmm. You still taste like sweet strawberries, Rory. You soaked my beard with your honey. You know what that means, don’t you?”

  “No,” I whisper, but I think I do.

  “I’ll get to smell you all day,” he says and laughs.

  “You’re so nasty.” I try to sound mad, but I’m failing.

  “Oh, you love it,” he says as he pulls my slacks up. “I think I’m going to make no underwear a requirement for your continued employment,” Jaxxon says as he opens the door. “Thank you for that enlightening discussion, Mr. March. Make sure you stop at Aaron’s desk and set an appointment for our Monday meeting,” he says, and just like that, I’m left wanting.

  I step out of his office, and I’m about to say something smart, when he closes the office door. I take a deep breath and try to stop the embarrassment from taking over. I pray that my erection will go down. Aaron is smiling at me, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He looks like he wants to kill me right now.

  “Can we have lunch today, Rory? I need to talk to you,” Aaron says in a calm tone that doesn’t fit with the murderous look in his eyes.