Wish lay back against the futon and held onto Sammy’s body, pulling the smaller man mostly on top of him. He held Sammy tight, stroking his smooth back and tenderly caressing his muscles to relax him. “Are you okay?”
Sammy could only nod, and then turned his face towards Wish’s neck. Almost blinded by contentment, Wish nuzzled his nose into Sammy’s hair to breathe in his sweet scent, like the ocean at dusk after all the beach-goers have long since headed home.
“What happens now?”
Wish stroked his hand down Sammy’s back, thinking deeply. “Well, can you go again?”
“No!” Sammy blushed. Wish smiled down at him.
“Neither can I. Not yet. That’s normal.”
Silence hung between them, sweet and tender.
“Hey, Wish?”
“Yes?” He said, almost drowsing.
“What happens…?” His voice broke and he had to start again. “What happens if I don’t make it?”
Without his father’s financial aid, the jobless Sammy had a long, difficult road ahead of him. Wish had no idea what they were to each other or even what they were doing together, if this was merely physical comfort, or something more like his heart insisted. The future was uncertain for both of them, especially when game season came around and Wish was traveling with the team –if they were still together, in some way.
“I’m not sure. We’ll figure things out as they happen.”
Wish pressed his lips to the top of Sammy’s head in an unrestricted display of affection. Sammy did not reply, only slid his fingers into Wish’s hand and held on tight.
They closed their eyes together but didn’t sleep, only dozed with their bodies spent and pressed together as perfectly as puzzle pieces. Late afternoon light slanted in through the blinds, ridging Sammy’s sloping back and raised butt with stripes that only accented his curves. Wish held the back of Sammy’s head in his hand again, the curls in disarray from their sex before; he reached out lower and moved his touch down Sammy’s spine, curling around his hip to settle against his butt.
Sammy made a soft purring sound and opened his coal-dark eyes. “Like it?” he asked, trying to sound teasing, but the words didn’t fit right and they fell flat, embarrassing him.
“Too much.” He caressed with just one finger, not wanting to push at a boundary if one existed. “That’s…not somewhere I go without my partner’s permission.”
Sammy looked alarmed. “Are we partners now?”
Wish had to laugh, stroking his shoulder with his unoccupied hand. He noticed with some pleasure Sammy was getting hard again, erection pressing between them. “Sex partner, Spider Sammy. I don’t just hand out that other title. Too easy to get hurt.”
“I don’t really like that nickname.”
“It likes you, though.” Experimentally, Wish trailed his finger along the peach-perfect line between Sammy’s cheeks. Sammy let his legs loll apart, leading Wish deeper as his body vibrated with light shivers. Deep yearning burned deep inside them both, but neither of them wanted to be the first to speak and break the spell holding them captive.
“Wish?”
“Yes, Sammy?”
“Please?”
Wish needed no further encouragement. He slid his finger deeper, rubbing back and forth the further he went; Sammy trembled, tense at first, but gradually relaxing and allowing him more and more. He slid his finger in a gentle circle around Sammy’s small opening, coaxing the tight flesh to gradually relax. They squirmed together in anticipation, breathing rapidly in unison. Sammy’s warm tongue teased his sensitive nipples, flicking sporadically each time he shook with growing pleasure.
“Are you sure?” Wish breathed.
The quivering plea came again. Wish nodded, unable to speak more, and eased Sammy off. He dashed into the bathroom and back out again, moving faster than he ever had before. Sammy was waiting for him on his hands and knees, flashing a shaky but mischievous grin as he displayed himself. Wish closed his eyes, struggling for control, and then climbed the couch on his knees, facing that pert butt just begging to be claimed.
He took the bottle of lube he retrieved and applied it liberally to himself and Sammy, taking his time with making sure they were both covered as thoroughly as possible. He slid his finger as deep between Sammy’s cheeks as far as he could without penetrating, and then held onto those slender hips. Sammy raised up his butt, teasingly.
Wish rose up and positioned himself over Sammy, moving so the tip of his hard member nudged just slightly in the center of those peachy cheeks. And then he began, moving forward a fraction of an inch at a time until he was pressed right against the tight opening. They held that position for what felt like an eternity and then Sammy pressed back in response. Wish entered him the smallest bit he could before sliding back out. Painfully slow, he repeated the tiniest thrusting motion he could manage, pausing each time to let Sammy feel him and adjust, or pull away if he needed to.
Eventually, buried almost halfway in the dark fold between Sammy’s cheeks, Wish stopped resisting the suction, pulling him in deeper and thrusting eagerly, feeling Sammy’s tight heat stroke his length. Sammy let out a small cry, part pain and part pleasure as he pressed back against the thrust, head hanging low from his shoulders. Wish braced himself to let Sammy feel his weight without crushing him, and thrust again, deeper. They cried out together this time, and their bodies rocked as one, meeting and parting over and over until their bodies and minds gave over to passion, and released.
Some time later, as afternoon turned to midday and the world shifted gears, Wish found himself pressing a kiss to the top of Sammy’s head. That was twice now, and he hoped Sammy, intuitive as he was, would catch the meaning. Such gentle, intimate gestures were another thing he didn’t pass around so willingly.
“Sammy? Would you like to go to a movie tomorrow?”
Sammy nodded against his chest and gave a soft, sleepy purring sound. Wish thought his heart would burst from how ferociously it swelled.
They stood in front of the bubble’s double doors three days after that, Wish’s arms wrapped tightly around Sammy’s shoulders. Sammy leaned back against him, utterly limp and with only his new partner’s grasp keeping him upright. A piece of paper was taped to the door; it was blank except for a single column of twenty names. Twenty of the original forty, the candidates sliced in half.
They searched together in silence for a long minute.
Sammy Roe was on the list.
“I made it,” he whispered. Wish couldn’t see his face, but heard the excitement in his voice. “I made it.”
From behind them, someone spoke. “Yes, you made it.”
Sammy stiffened and Wish knew in that instant who the speaker was even before they turned around. John Roe stood there in a slate grey business jacket, salt-and-pepper hair, styled so firm and immaculate that the breeze couldn’t sway even a single strand. His arms were crossed, and the expression on his smug face was vindicated.
“You finally tried, and you made it. I basically got you a free ride, and you made it. And who the hell is that?” John Roe gestured at Wish, his mouth tense.
“He’s my friend, and he helped me make the team.”
Wish hunched his shoulders and leaned protectively over Sammy, glaring at the tall man standing before them. He saw nothing of Sammy in that man, even though they shared the same slender frame. He so badly wanted to move between them, to hide Sammy and step in to protect him as he would have on the field, but he knew any wrong move he made would be considered a threat. His entire future could be taken from him right now if he made a mistake.
More footsteps approached.
What now?
Coach Graham walked up, hands in his pockets and his head tilted. He seemed far friendlier outside of the practice field, but his face was anything but. He stood in front of Sammy, and faced down his benefactor.
“Hi, John,” he said gruffly. “Yes, your son made it.”
“I didn’t think he would,�
� John started, but Graham cut him off.
“You didn’t let me finish. Your son did make it, and he was better than a lot of those other guys. And don’t tell me you didn’t think he would, when you just told him,” jabbing an angry finger at Sammy, “that you practically bought him a spot. We appreciate your support, but you can’t buy a way in. We have a reputation. And furthermore, he made the team because he was good, not because you bought his way in.”
“How many of your boys did he…” John Roe started saying, before he was cut off.
“That isn’t any of my business. None of your business either.” Graham cracked his knuckles. Though the two men were about the same age, Graham could have snapped John in half. He knew it, too. They both knew.
“I suggest you head on home and let your boy go when he wants to.”
“Ok,” John said, and shook his head. He looked right at Sammy with a smile.
“Sammy, come home when you want, I’ll see you in a bit.”
The trio could only watch in silence as John brushed nonexistent lint from his jacket and left, sliding inside a luxurious sports car before driving away.
He turned his face towards Wish, who only held him tighter; he wrapped one hand around the back of Sammy’s head, cradling him.
What now?
Coach Graham cleared his throat. “I don’t want to be telling you boys what to do, but it’s probably best not to let anyone see you like this. Spider Sammy, it was an honor to see your talent, and so happy you are joining the team. I don’t get to witness that kind of special very often.”
“Coach,” Wish said, stroking Sammy’s curly hair. “What do I do?”
“You come to practice like nothing happened. It’s none of my business who you sleep with.” Graham blinked a little before continuing. “And if you two need anything…I…I guess…The team’s a family. We help our own. Never forget that.”
“Thank you,” Wish whispered. Graham only nodded wordlessly and blinked again, looking awkward, before striding back the way he’d come.
Sammy was still very excited, despite the fact that everyone knew about him and Wish now. He knew he had some explaining to do when he returned home, but he would deal with that when he got home.
Wish thought this was the best day of his life, and he knew this was Sammy’s best day as well. Wish couldn’t wait for them to start their lives together, just the two of them.
**********The End**********
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Bad Boy Alpha’s Baby
Description:
Kole Fairchild isn’t your typical Omega. He’s not interested in sitting at home knocked up season after season. When he reached mating age, he ran away from his pack, determined to create a different life for himself.
That is until he mets Miles Jaeger, a powerful and sexy bad boy alpha, who always gets what he wants. Dragged into Miles’ world of violence, wealth, and struggle, Kole learns quickly that being the mate of one of the country’s most powerful alphas has its perks, but is also one of the most dangerous positions he could have filled.
Finding himself pregnant, and the second in command of one of the largest shifter gangs in America, Kole realizes he’s going to have to fight to stay alive.
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Kole Fairchild was a runaway.
He had been on the run for a long time from the life that he had been born into. At sixteen years old, he had up and left his family farm on his father’s motorcycle, and swore that he would never return. That was three years ago, and now? He was happy living his life working at a small diner in Duchesne, Utah far away from his home in Montana.
He didn’t run away for the typical reasons that he supposed most teenagers left home. He wasn’t abused, he had just been trapped. Trapped in a world that most humans would never see, he was isolated in the Rocky Mountains far away from the eyes of the rest of the world.
His family and the rest of the people in his community were far from normal. They had abilities that humanity only talked about in science fiction, and this made them believe that they were gods. They were shifters. Men and women who could take the form of wolves at will, and had abilities that made them super humans.
His people had traditions that spanned back hundreds of years to hide this fact from the rest of humanity, long before their pack had built a town in the isolated mountain valleys of the Rocky Mountains to keep themselves separated from the rest of humankind. Their gifts made them special, and because of that they believed they deserved to stay apart.
There were other packs around the United States that he had heard about who were more up to date with their rules, but he had no desire to be part of a pack. He wanted to be his own man. He wanted to take care of himself. Unfortunately, his pack did not feel that he was capable of doing this.
It was the archaic rules that made Kole finally decide to run away. His kind had very distinctive roles that people were supposed to follow, and he had no desire to fill into that role. He was not a dominant male, in fact he was so far from an Alpha, that he had fallen under the category of Omega. Skinny and only five feet nine, he was the epitome of the perfect Omega. His job was to mate and produce the offspring of the stronger males. He was an item for his parents to sell off to the highest bidder, and he wasn’t happy about it.
None of the alphas in town held any interest for Kole, and even if they had, the idea of being forced to mate with one for life just because his parents said so was disgusting. In his mind, alphas were burly, offensive, self-righteous jocks who liked to pick on the far smaller Omegas. He had been bullied since he was a child for his slender, nearly feminine build, and had learned at a young age that the only way to keep himself from being bullied, was to learn how to stand up for himself.
His parents hadn’t helped him, his father was already ashamed that his son was an Omega to begin with; he was hardly going to acknowledge that his son was being picked on by the much larger, more masculine teens in their community. His mother, being the dutiful wife that she was, just tried to convince him that he should be less aggressive. If he simply did what he was supposed to do, they would have no excuse to pick on him.
Of course, that was hardly his style.
He had put up with their torture for years, and when it came time for him to be handed off to the first Alpha his parents deemed worthy, he decided it was time for him to go. With the money he had saved up working for farmers around their small town, he was able to save enough to make his way out of the town on his father’s motorcycle. He was free, and he was never going back.
He hadn’t dealt with his kind in the three years that he had been on the run, and he had no intention of ever dealing with them again. Living in a rundown apartment and working in a small freeway side diner was a lot better than popping out kids for the rest of his life for a man that had no respect for him. He might be an Omega, but he certainly wasn’t just going to lie down and do what he was told to do.
The night that trouble rolled into town, Kole was at work. He barely glanced up when the motorcycles pulled up in front of the diner, and instead focused on bringing coffee to the half-asleep truckers sitting in his booths. Motorcycle gangs were pretty typical in the small diner just off the interstate; usually they came in, ate, and were gone before they caused any issues.
So of course when they moved inside, he did little more than look up in their direction and wave his usual greeting. He was just moving over to take their order, when he caught the scent he hadn’t been around in years.
Shifter.
Not just any shifters. Most of the men and women who had entered the room were Alphas. There were a few scattered Omegas in the group, but for the most part, it seemed that predominantly they were already attached at the hip to one of the Alphas in the room. Grimacing, Kole made an attempt to escape into the back room, when he felt a hand on his
shoulder.
“Kole? Aren’t you going to go take their orders?” His boss, Laura, frowned as she adjusted her apron. When he let out a distressed noise, she eyed him slowly, her bright blue eyes framed by curls of snow white hair. “Is something wrong?” she demanded.
The old woman seemed to have a sixth-sense when things were wrong around her. She had been the one to find him at the gas station while he was attempting to sell some of the knickknacks he had taken from his home for gas money. She had taken one look at the pile of valued possessions and offered him a job working at her diner. She paid his rent, and made sure he was fed, and in exchange he just had to show up to work five days a week.
“No! No, I’m just…I have to go to the restroom!” he declared, smiling shakily back at the woman and grimacing when she raised an eyebrow at him. She seemed to know automatically that something was bothering him, but she didn’t say anything about it. Instead, she lightly pat him on the cheek.
“Your ten is in a few minutes, go on and take their orders then you can go,” she insisted, waving him towards the front of the room before disappearing behind the counter once again. Letting out a low groan of distress, Kole considered turning and running out the front door.
He could start a new life somewhere else. His lease was almost up at the apartment anyway.
Gritting his teeth, Kole felt a shudder roll down his back. He could face these men, the worse that they could do was notice that he was one of them, right? Adjusting his apron, he moved up to the table with a fake smile plastered onto his face.
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