by Beau Brown
His eyes buzzed with lust. “Is that right?”
I nodded, feeling a little out of control. “Yeah. I’d love that. The feel of your fat, naked cock pushing into me with nothing between us?” I inched my face closer to his. “I’d fucking love that.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’d love it too.”
“Is that right?”
“Fuck yeah.” His body trembled against mine.
“I can just imagine the flood of hot seed as it fills me.” I was breathless as I toyed with his control. “The veins of your cock throbbing as they pump your cum into me.”
He slipped a slick finger in me without warning and I cried out, my lips parted and holding his gaze. He pressed his finger deeper and deeper a funny look on his face. “That’s not enough is it?”
I shook my head, whimpering as he finger-fucked me. “Oh, god,” I whispered against his chest, my body aching for more; yearning for complete surrender. Was it a full moon? Why was I tempting him like this? I wasn’t a careless person, but right now all I wanted was for him to fuck me deep and hard. Condom or no condom.
“You want the real thing don’t you?” His eyes were golden brown, lit with salacious need. The arrogant set of his mouth and his narrowed, lusty gaze alerted me that he was under the influence of his wolf too. “Even though you know it’s risky, you just want me to fuck you bare, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moaned. I’d never fucked without a condom. Never. I was super conservative and careful about that shit. The very idea that I would risk pregnancy by luring an alpha to bareback me was insane. But something was happening between us. Something instinctive and primal was growing. I was flushed, horny and purposely putting ideas in his head. That wasn’t like me. That wasn’t like me at all.
“I want to,” he said softly. “I can just imagine how good it would feel.”
“Fuck, yes,” I hissed, my body aching with need. I should shut up. I should stop enticing him to act recklessly. But I seemed incapable of keeping quiet. “Bare skin on bare skin.”
His cheeks were pink and his eyes glittered with hunger. “Don’t tempt me. I’m trying to be good here.”
“Why?” I traced the seam of his lips with the tip of my tongue. “Why bother to be good?”
The muscle in his jaw pulsed as he struggled to control himself. “Because we aren’t stupid.”
His strangled voice somehow managed to pull me back to reality. I clenched my jaw and gently pulled away. “Shit. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.”
“I feel it too.” He ran his finger down my chest, circling one beaded nipple. “Don’t think I don’t want to give into these instincts. But I don’t want you to hate me and I have a feeling you would.”
“It would be a mistake.” My voice was flat. “No matter what I’m feeling right now, I don’t want to risk a pregnancy.”
“I know,” he said softly. “Me neither.”
I laughed gruffly, giving him an embarrassed glance. “That was a close call. I’m lucky you’re a gentleman.”
He sighed. “I don’t know what the fuck I am.” He raked a hand through his hair, his cock was still fully erect and his eyes simmering with residual lust. “Maybe I’m just a fool.”
The look in his eyes made my knees weak. He was hanging on to his control by a thread. I respected him so much in that moment it only made me want him more. I moved closer to him and I whispered, “Put the condom on.”
“Yeah?” He licked his lips.
I nodded. “Yeah. I still want you to fuck me.”
He swallowed hard and grabbed the condom, tearing it open with his teeth. Then he rolled it on, glancing up, and giving me a wary smile. “There. We’re safe now.”
“I’m sorry. I’m… I’m sorry if you feel like I teased you.”
Some tension left his face. “Our instincts are strong. They’re hard to ignore. You don’t have to apologize.” He stepped closer, running his hand softly down my shoulder. “I’m no saint either.”
I sighed, loving the feel of his rough hand on me. “You’re a good alpha. A lot of alphas would have taken me up on that offer and not thought twice about it.”
He pulled his brows together. “Friends don’t use each other.”
“I wouldn’t really know,” I said softly. “I’ve never had many friends.”
He smiled, his eyes warming. “I don’t want to do anything that would drive you away.”
My chest tightened at the sincerity in his tone. His complex nature continually surprised me. I’d never realized how kind and empathetic he was. “Come closer.”
“You sure?”
“Definitely.” I tugged him near and we shared long, tongue filled kisses that left us both panting for air. Then I turned and pressed my palms to the tile, arching my back. “Fuck me, Trevor.”
Giving a soft growl, he gripped my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh. I could sense his hunger, and his body trembled against mine as he held himself in check. He pressed his cock to my hole as he whispered, “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
I shuddered at his passionate tone, the pressure of his cock against the tight muscles of my ass filling me with anticipation. “Oh, god, fuck me, Trevor. Fuck me now.”
“Brock,” he whispered as he pushed in, giving a chest deep groan as his cock entered my body.
I cried out from the intense pleasure, my legs almost buckling because it felt so god damned good. “Fuck, yeah,” I moaned.
The crush of his arms around me made it hard to breathe, and he thrust his hips, almost lifting my feet off the shower floor. “So good.” His hot breath wafted against my ear. “So fucking tight.”
Pressing my cheek to the wet wall, I squeezed my eyes closed and took the pounding like a man. I’d wanted him to fuck me hard, and he wasn’t holding back. He bottomed out inside me, our soaking wet flesh slapping together with every pump of his hips. I slid my hand down the wall and grasped my aching cock. I needed this. I needed to come so badly. All that talk about bare backing had me hard and ready to shoot.
The friction of his thick cock slipping in and out, in and out, had me moaning like a sex starved maniac. A stream of dirty words flowed out of my mouth, egging him on to take what he wanted. I couldn’t remember ever having a lover who got me so twisted up inside and made me beg for more. I let out a long moan, as Trevor’s cock swiped my prostate, driving me toward my climax.
I stroked myself feverishly, and Trevor slammed deep, groaning against my neck. “Come for me,” he whispered.
“Oh, shit,” I whimpered, my ass clenching on his cock as I stroked my dick. My balls were tight, and my cock ached to let go.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he grunted, pumping into me harder still. “Come for me, Brock. Come for me now.”
“Shhiiiit.” My entire body jerked as long ropes of come hit the wall and slid down into the drain. Pulse after pulse of my creamy release splattered the tile, running over my shaking hands.
His hips stuttered as he growled and let loose, shuddering his release. “Fuck.” He rested his weight against me, pushing me harder against the wall as he thrust deep. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, bucking his hips until his cock began to soften inside me.
My legs shook, and I was weak from coming so hard. The hot water of the shower filled the cubicle with steam as we panted and attempted to catch our breath. He gave a hoarse laugh and patted my ass as he pulled out. “Jesus, that was nuts.” He tugged off the condom and then stood under the water and washed off.
Still feeling spent, I rolled to face him, leaning on the wall. “Wow. That was… wow.”
He smiled at me and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the spray. He surprised me when he grasped the shampoo and poured some into his hand, working it into my hair. We held each other’s gaze as he lathered the sweet smelling product into my locks, and I’m sure I appeared nonplussed by his actions.
He kissed the tip of my nose. “You look like a li
ttle kid with all these bubbles in your hair.” He didn’t wait for a response, instead he pushed my head under the water and I sputtered and laughed in spite of myself.
“What the fuck?” I twisted away and shook my head. “I can wash my own damn hair.” I wiped my face, giving him a puzzled look.
Chuckling, he opened the shower door and stepped carefully onto the bath mat. I turned off the water and followed him out. We toweled off and got dressed mostly in silence, casting surreptitious glances at each other. Once we had our clothes on we went into the bedroom.
“Hey,” I said softly.
He looked up, running his hands over his damp hair. “Yeah?”
“Thanks again.” I grimaced. “That was a close call.”
He shrugged. “Like I said, I don’t want to do anything that makes you not want to be my friend anymore.”
I chuffed. “You must have a million friends. You always did.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t have any friends like you, Brock. You’re different.”
“Right.” I shook my head.
“I mean it.”
I smirked. “Am I your only friend who’ll let you wash their hair?”
He laughed. “Yep. That’s it.”
I was relieved when he let me make a joke to ease the tension. With the awkwardness past, I felt happy. “How about I make us some dinner?”
“Sounds good to me.” He followed me out of the bedroom, whistling cheerfully.
Chapter Nine
Trevor
“Why’d you pull me over, officer?” The omega batted his eyes at me, giving me a charming smile.
“License and registration, please.” It wasn’t that unusual for the fine citizens of Willowby to try to flirt their way out of a ticket. Male or female. I’d grown accustomed to it, although when I’d been a new cop it had thrown me a little the first time it happened.
The guy handed me both of the requested items, making sure his hand lingered against mine longer than was necessary. “If you need to frisk me, I won’t complain.”
I sighed and met his dark brown eyes. “Were you aware you were going fifty in a forty mile per hour zone back there?”
He widened his eyes and his smile faded. “I was?”
“Yep.”
“Oh, damn.” He frowned. “I have a job interview and I guess I was distracted.”
“Wait here while I check over a few things.” I headed back to my car to make sure he didn’t have any outstanding warrants. He came back clean, so I returned to his vehicle. “Here you go, Mr. Grand.” I handed him his paperwork.
“I’m really sorry officer.” He seemed more worried than flirtatious now. “This job is the first bite I’ve had since I’ve been here. I just moved to town two months ago.”
I was tempted to be lenient because he seemed like a nice guy, and his report had come back squeaky clean. “What kind of job?”
“Teaching.” He sighed. “I teach high school science. I got lucky and there’s a temporary opening at Willowby High.”
I perked up. “Is that right?” Any time I heard my old alma mater mentioned now, I immediately thought of Brock.
He nodded. “Yes. From what I understand their usual science teacher had an emergency appendectomy and is going to be out for a while. But I’m hoping if I can get my foot in the door, even if the position is temporary, I’ll have a better chance of finding a permanent place there.” He peered at his watch. “That is… if I even make it to the interview.”
I glanced around at the passing motorists. “If I let you go with just a warning, do you promise to slow the heck down?”
His expression brightened. “Yes!” he answered quickly. “I swear.”
My lips twitched at his vehement response. “In that case, I guess I’ll let you vamoose.”
“Oh, wow. Thank you so much, Officer…” He leaned toward me, trying to read my uniform. “Campbell.”
I pointed at him. “I mean it. If I catch you speeding again, there will be no mercy.”
“Got it. I can’t thank you enough.” He smiled, and his dark eyes warmed.
“Good luck at your interview.”
“Thanks.” He looked relieved.
“Have a nice afternoon.” I walked away, aware of his stare. I slid into my car and waited for him to pull into traffic first. Then I did a U-turn and headed back the other way. The rest of my shift consisted of a domestic dispute that ended in the husband being arrested, two shop lifters and old Mrs. Jenkins’ cat getting stuck in a tree.
It was Thursday, and I found myself in a quandary. I wanted to call Brock and get together, just like we had almost every night for the last three weeks. But I worried I was becoming too dependent on him physically and emotionally. I’d had zero interest in seeing another guy since we’d started hanging out, and that worried me big time. I didn’t like how attached to him I already felt. It was hard to shake thoughts of him from my mind and that kind of concerned me. If I wasn’t careful, I’d end up engaged to the guy, and I wouldn’t even know how it had happened.
When I got to the station, Harry was walking to his car after his shift. “Hey, stranger,” he said cheerfully as he neared me. He had a wide smile on his ruddy face.
“You’re in a good mood.”
He grinned. “I get tomorrow off. That means I can go out and have some fun tonight.”
“On a Thursday?”
He laughed. “Hey, I have to go with the flow. Besides, Thursdays are half-priced beer night down at The Pink Cap.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
“You should come by and grab a drink with me.”
I frowned. “I don’t have tomorrow off.”
“So? You don’t have to stay out late.”
I didn’t really want to go out drinking. But I was feeling restless and a part of me felt like maybe it would be good for me to go out instead of calling Brock. Maybe I needed to see if I could get interested in another guy besides him. He was all I thought about lately and that wasn’t cool with me.
Harry must have noticed I looked tempted. “Come on… what do you have to lose?”
I laughed. “Nothing, I guess.” I pursed my lips. “Okay, yeah, I’ll come by for a couple for hours.”
“Awesome.” He smiled. “I’ll see you there.” He strode across the parking lot toward his car and I went into the station to write my reports. After that I went home, showered, and changed for my night out.
By the time I arrived at The Pink Cap, the place was beginning to fill up. Harry waved me over, and I sat next to him at the bar.
“You made it.” He gestured to the bartender and when he came over, I ordered a beer. “I wasn’t sure if you’d try and stand me up.”
“No. I could use a drink.”
Harry eyed the people on the dance floor. “There are some cute guys here tonight.”
I followed his gaze, taking in the undulating bodies. “Yep.” A lot of the guys were regulars. If they’d never interested me before, I wasn’t sure why they would now, but I felt like I needed to give them a chance. I sighed, and when the bartender slid my beer toward me, I grabbed it and took a long pull off the bottle. Being at The Pink Cap reminded me of the night I’d picked Brock up for the first time. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was think about him right now. The whole point of tonight was to prove to myself that I wasn’t really that into him.
When a red headed guy skipped over and pulled me out on the dance floor, I went with him reluctantly. He was sexy; his skinny jeans showed off his nice ass and his T-shirt was skin tight. I forced myself to smile at him and make disjointed conversation as we danced. It was hot inside the club and the music was so loud we had to yell at each other to be heard. When the song ended, he grabbed my hand and kept me on the dance floor. I stuffed down my irritation and faked another smile.
“I’ve seen you around here before.” He pressed closer.
“Is that right?” Of course he’d seen me. I’d seen him too. This was the only
gay bar in town.
He winked. “I’ve never had the nerve to approach you though.”
“What’s different about tonight?” I wiped sweat from my upper lip. It was hot as hell on the dance floor, and I really just wanted to sit down and drink my beer while it was still cold.
He shrugged. “Maybe because I’m drunk.”
I smiled politely. I didn’t feel the least bit attracted to him. My every thought seemed to be how he compared to Brock. He was shorter than Brock. His eyes weren’t as pretty as Brock’s. I didn’t like his cologne as well as Brock’s.
Stop thinking about Brock.
When the song ended, I excused myself to go to the restroom. I hoped maybe that way I could slip back to my seat without him grabbing me again. I used the facilities, and then headed back across the bar, keeping an eye out for the ginger I’d danced with earlier. As I passed a booth to the side of the dance floor, I met a familiar pair of eyes. With a jolt, I realized it was the guy I’d pulled over on his way to a job interview.
I stopped because he held up a hand in greeting. “Officer Campbell! Is that really you?”
“In the flesh, Mr. Grand.”
“Wow. It’s a small world.” He shook my hand. “Please, call me, Lance.”
I smiled politely and slid my gaze to his companion. My stomach clenched when I recognized Brock’s blank stare. I was so surprised to see him it took me a second to find my voice. “Hey,” I said hesitantly.
“Hi.” His tone was curt and his mouth pinched.
I wasn’t sure what to say to him. I felt tongue tied and awkward running into him like this. Was he here for the same reason I was? To try and distance himself from what we had going on? But if that was why he was here, why did he look so surly at running into me?
Even as nervous as I felt bumping into him, it was impossible to ignore the swirl of excitement in my gut and the spike of my pulse at just seeing him again. There wasn’t a guy in the room who could make me feel the same rush of attraction I felt when I simply looked at Brock.
“I didn’t know you’d be here.” I grimaced. “Obviously.”
“Same,” Brock said.
“You two know each other?” Lance lifted one brow.