Love at Blind Date Complete Series: Books 1-4

by Lorelei M. Hart

  “Poor baby. Seizures are no joke.” He nuzzled his nose against Stu’s. “That was one of the huge eye-openers in college ball—the number of head injuries, one of which they think was the reason for my freshman roommate’s seizures.”

  I took care of Stu as we chit-chatted about football, and thankfully, Stu cooperated and in two minutes we were free to do as we pleased for the next eight hours when he needed me again.

  “Do you want some coffee?” I started to unbutton my shirt. I very much did not, but it was polite to ask, right?

  “Do you keep it in your shirt?” he sassed back, grabbing my tie and yanking me to him. I liked that he was taking what he wanted—it was sexy to see him go from shy to predator…

  “Do you want to see?” I nipped at his bottom lip.

  “We forgot to do a tour of your place—maybe we should start with the bedroom?” He cupped my erection through my pants. Damn, he felt good with his hands on me.

  “I could arrange that.” I scooped him up and was never more grateful for a first-floor bedroom, which was rare in my neighborhood, than I was at that very moment, depositing him on the bed in a minute flat with a bounce.

  “Eager much?” He giggled; the heat in his eyes as he raked me up and down, paired with that carefree sound, was so intoxicating.

  “You have no idea. But what shall I do with you first?” I tapped my chin.

  “Get me naked?” he offered.

  “You always did have the best ideas.”

  12

  Jesse

  Fuck, this is torture.

  I was on my back, lying on Dean’s comfortable mattress and staring up at him as he pushed my legs apart and shuffled between them. His gray eyes had darkened, and I studied his pupils with tiny hazel flecks.

  Despite fantasizing about him fucking me, now that it was a reality, my mind couldn’t quite believe it. And while I silently begged him to tear off my clothes and fuck me, he appeared to have other ideas.

  I tugged my shirt out of my pants, but Dean pushed my hand away. With his eyes never leaving mine, he hovered over me as his nimble fingers made short work of my belt and the button on my waistband.

  I wriggled my hips, eager to get rid of my clothes, but he grunted and instead of yanking the pants off, he placed his lips on my midriff and kissed the warm flesh.

  “Oh, God!” My eyes fluttered and closed as a tingling sensation pulsed through my veins, and I lifted my hips. A musky aroma rolled off the alpha’s body along with the now-familiar whisper of spiciness.

  “He’s not going to help you now.” Dean pulled the chinos over my hips and groaned. I opened one eye and caught him, open-mouthed, staring at my crotch. “Magnificent.”

  “You haven’t seen it yet.”

  He leaned over and ran his tongue over my briefs. His groans matched my whimpers, and I slid a thumb into my underwear.

  “I’ll do that,” he said breathlessly.

  He grabbed the top of my briefs between his teeth, and slowly, so freaking slowly, agonizingly slow, peeled them off. My dick rose up to greet him. He sucked air in through his teeth. Silence. Is he disappointed? I raised my head.

  “I was wrong.”

  I flopped back onto the bed, thoughts buzzing in my mind ranging from “Shit,” to “Wow!”

  “Better than magnificent—if that’s possible.” And they were the last words he spoke as he placed his mouth on my swollen cock. My body jerked backwards as Dean ran his tongue over my length. This was what I’d dreamed of doing to him.

  I threaded my fingers through his hair and raked the nails over his scalp. His moans sent vibrations hurtling through my body. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his torso, digging my heels into him as his lips skimmed over my cock and his tongue flicked, lapped, and teased.

  While his lips swallowed my length, his hand gripped the base and slid over the shaft. He gave one, two, three quick pumps which unleashed an onslaught of desire.

  “Dean,” I gasped. “I won’t last if you keep doing that.” He was going to kill me, and I’d die happily, but only after I’d been fucked.

  His mouth slid off me with a slippery popping sound. His glazed eyes and wet mouth had my heart speeding up, and I whimpered at the lack of contact. “Can’t have that. Not yet, anyway.” He yanked my briefs and pants all the way off while I undid my shirt.

  Dean stood up on the bed, and the mattress bounced under his weight as he made short work of his clothes. With my gaze fixed firmly on his crotch, I licked around my lips as he pulled his stiff cock out of his pants.

  He held it in his palm, and I shivered. Would he fit inside me? Dean fell to his knees, fondling his engorged length with one hand while probing my wet hole with the other. It was mesmerizing. “Jesse,” he gasped.

  “Yeah.”

  “I want to see and feel every part of you.”

  “Me too.” I wasn’t sure what he meant but my muddled thoughts weren’t capable of asking questions.

  Dean jumped off the bed and dragged me after him. “Trust me.”

  I answered without hesitation. “Absolutely.”

  He hoisted me onto the dresser as his mouth captured mine and his tongue darted inside. “Bend your knees,” he mumbled. I lifted my legs, and he positioned himself so his cock nudged my ass. My slippery wet ass that was begging for him.

  “Do it,” I pleaded. It didn’t seem real. The geeky kid I’d had a crush on in high school was about to fuck me.

  With one hand on his length, he eased into me. We both panted and goosebumps spiked over my skin. “You’re so tight,” he moaned.

  I draped my arms around his neck as his tongue plunged into my mouth and swirled around while his cock invaded my channel and impaled me. My dick throbbed as Dean put his hands on my thighs, and I surrendered my body to him. While his tongue dueled with mine, he pushed his length into my slick heat.

  I grunted as his body slapped against me and my dick bounced. As his mouth captured mine again and again and his teeth nibbled my lower lip, I pushed my hips forward wanting him to go deeper. “Dean,” I gasped, but his lips silenced me as they crushed my own.

  A frenzy was building inside me, one I wanted to prologue but also end. Sweat coated my body, and the pungent aroma combined with the enticing scent of sex and slick. It washed over me as I panted and mumbled, “So good. Oh Jesus, so good.”

  The alpha paused and pulled out so only the tip remained. “Come back,” I begged. He ruffled my hair and said, “I’m not going anywhere. Just admiring your gorgeous ass as my dick slides inside.”

  Dean’s fingers dug into the skin on my thighs. Pain and pleasure mingled, as did our breath, and I couldn’t tell them apart. I slid one arm from his shoulder and wrapped my fingers around my cock. He put a hand over mine. “Ready?”

  “Mmmm,” was all I could manage. And so with each plunge into my channel our hands tugged and pumped my cock. The dull ache inside me expanded and became sharper with prickly edges. The strength of Dean’s passion that matched my own sent a charge of excitement surging through me. I whimpered as a tug deep inside my belly signaled I’d lost control.

  All that existed was Dean’s length penetrating and possessing me, and his hand and mine pumping my dick. The slap of his body, the slick streaming from my ass, his teeth nibbling and biting my lips. Nothing else existed.

  I was drawn into a storm, and as I got closer to orgasm, I pulled my mouth away from his. Panting, humming, and mewing, with my body shuddering, my free hand clutched a handful of Dean’s hair, twisting and yanking it. I wanted him to experience the pain and pleasure as I was.

  Desire stabbed at me, and I wanted more of Dean as his body shoved into mine. But with my breath coming in short spurts and my words garbled, my body spasmed and as clichéd as it was, bright lights exploded in front of my eyes, blinding me.

  “Jesse!” he yelled.

  And that one word sent me toppling over the edge. My dick spurted a stream of cum over both of us as Dean exploded inside
me, his knot filling me so completely I experienced nirvana.

  I woke up and squinted at a sliver of light peeking into the room. Where am I? As I became more aware of my surroundings, I discovered a weight on my chest. My eyes snapped open as the body beside me grunted, lifted its arm off me, and turned away.

  Hardly daring to breathe, I got up on one elbow and peered at the naked alpha beside me. Dean! I flopped back onto the mattress and lifted the sheet, half-expecting my body to be different now that I had been fucked by my high-school crush.

  Nothing had changed. Well, no, that wasn’t true. My head was spinning with conflicting emotions. Was this a thing? A one-time-only fuck? Would we be fuck-buddies calling one another when we needed sex? Or was it something else—something more?

  After glancing at the time and putting my hands behind my head and staring at the ceiling, my phone beeped. Please don’t be what I think it is. Damn.

  While it wasn’t as bad as expected—I didn’t have to sit on a bus with the football team and head to the next town—I was being asked to cover for the teacher doing detention duty.

  I flung off the covers and scribbled a note for Dean which included my phone number. Tiptoeing over the floor and picking up my discarded clothes, I took one last look at Dean, and closed the bedroom door.

  13

  Dean

  I woke to the purring of Stu telling me it was time for his fancy food. The vet told me I needed to set an alarm until we got his medication stabilized, and I joked he’d never let me forget. Turned out I was right.

  “Just five more minutes.” I rolled over, expecting to wrap my arm around Jesse’s naked form, only to find it flat on my bed. My eyes shot open.

  He was gone, and not to go to the bathroom gone, his clothes were nowhere to be seen.

  He’d left.

  We hadn’t made any promises, but I expected at least a good-bye after the amazing night we’d had.

  Maybe it was a one-and-done all for the memories of our youth. And really, as sucky as that would be, at least I got our one night. I’d dreamed of it for so long and none of my dreams came close to the reality that was Jesse both in and out of my bed.

  Stu rubbed his head against my chin like the butt he was. “I’m up,” I grumbled.

  At least being distracted by Stu kept me from throwing too big a pity party. What is it they say about looking at cups as half-full instead of half-empty? I was able to have my literal dream come true the night before and allowing my disappointment in the morning to overshadow that didn’t do anyone any good.

  If only the cello hadn’t started its serenade and distracted us at the time, then I would—what? Call someone who didn’t want to be called? Stare at my phone looking for a text that would never come? No. Maybe that cello saved me from heartache when it interrupted Jesse giving me his number.

  I spent the day catching up on all the things that had been neglected around the house with my hectic work schedule, from washing the laundry to scrubbing the floors. Fine, I was distracting myself with cleaning, but at least at the end of it I had the reward of a clean house and not the pile of bills retail therapy would bring or the indigestion eating my sorrows away would give.

  By the time I rolled into bed—the one bit of laundry I hadn’t done, not willing to lose his scent just yet—I was exhausted, the work week and lack of sleep the night before catching up with me.

  Morning came quickly, and with it, the furry alarm clock and his cold nose. Sunday, my least favorite day of the week, the day when I would drive an hour to meet my parents who drove an equal distance so that we could sit in the crappy diner and have brunch, and I had been there so many times, I had memorized the menu.

  I loved my parents, I did, but these weekly meetings stressed me out. They always went the same. Dean, you work too much. Dean, wouldn’t you be happier away from the city? Dean, you should call more. Dean, did you find your omega yet? And on and on and on. Lately, they added the fun Will you make us grandparents before we are too old to enjoy them, please? to the repertoire. Yeah, it was a good time.

  And of course the drive there—alone—gave me time to think about my date with Jesse, and being me, I focused on what I’d done wrong and I dissected every little thing we’d done. Because of course I could take that information with me when I went in my time machine and fix it. I was so foolish sometimes.

  I pulled in, my father’s car already in the lot, just like I knew it would be. My alpha dad was a late is less than a half-hour early kind of guy.

  I parked and walked in to see them in the same booth we always sat in.

  “Papa, Dad, it’s good to see you.” I hugged them both and then slid into the seat across from them. “Any specials this week?”

  “Your favorite.” Papa smiled. “We already ordered it for you.”

  “Thanks. How was your week?”

  “Lonely,” Dad sighed. “There were no grandbabies to snuggle. Have you found a nice omega yet?”

  And so it began.

  “I am working on a new potential client.” Operation divert divert divert it was. “I thought I could bend your ear on that, Papa.”

  We spent the next half-hour discussing my ideas about the project and my father giving me advice I would never hear from a marketing class or my bosses, and he got my juices flowing. It was so simple and yet I’d missed it. I’d been so grumpy at driving out for our weekly meal that I almost missed an opportunity to enjoy what was so great about them; my fathers listened to me.

  Sure, people at work listened and so did Stu, but they were the two people I could count on to listen and not because I was telling them a job expectation or because I was holding a food can, but because they generally were interested. It took away some of the loneliness my life had come to hold.

  Jesse listened.

  Yeah, he had. But what my inner self was forgetting, or didn’t give two shits about, was that he didn’t want any more than what we had. I just had to accept that and move along.

  If only it were that easy.

  14

  Jesse

  Having to sit and supervise kids in detention, or Saturday school as it was now officially labelled, for three hours was not what I’d hoped to be doing after last night. I’d pictured Dean and I waking up late, him tending to Stu while making an amazing breakfast. As I wasn’t much of a cook, I’d decided one of us had to be a whiz in the kitchen. But having to leave while Dean was sleeping meant I didn’t find out if the reality matched my imagination.

  As I surveyed the students, all of whom had their head down reading or writing, I wished there were at least one causing a disruption. It would have taken my thoughts away from Dean and what he was doing.

  Perhaps it would have been better if I’d been with the football team bumping over the roads to the away game. There would have been loud discussions, jokes, shouting, prep for the match, and me telling kids to sit or stop teasing one another. I wouldn’t have had time to brood about last night.

  The silent phone was burning a hole in my pocket as I circled the room and answered a couple of questions. Other than the scribbling of pens, the room was deathly quiet as the kids wrote essays and completed math problems. Doesn’t anyone need my help? Anything to take my mind off the fact that Dean hadn’t phoned.

  Shit! Perhaps I should have woken him before I left? He might be pissed I’d snuck out without saying goodbye. If I’d done that, I wouldn’t be experiencing this ‘Will he or won’t he’ dilemma.

  While I didn’t want our night together to be a one-time-only thing, if I’d spoken to him, he may have confirmed he wasn’t looking for anything serious. That would have left me wallowing in self-pity. Which was worse? Not knowing or sorrow?

  As I peered out the window and the wall clock ticked over the seconds and minutes, I thought back to yesterday morning. A normal school day. In less than 24 hours, I’d met Dean after what seemed like half a lifetime, mostly enjoyed dinner, went to his place, had mind-blowing sex, and was now sending
him telepathic messages to contact me.

  But when I thought back to Dean’s amazing house and his apparent climb up the corporate ladder, his lifestyle couldn’t be more different than mine. He probably had a generous expense account for entertaining clients, a huge corner office, and his friends were alphas in similar positions.

  In high school, I’d always assumed he was headed for bigger and better things than me. He was the smart one, the one who was going places, whereas the football career I’d originally planned was short-term. No one could play professional sports forever.

  But as I tried to convince myself Dean’s lifestyle was so removed from mine we had little in common, I kicked myself for not getting his phone number or speaking to him before I left.

  As I chewed on a nail, my mood changed. Surely he could have sent a message saying how much he’d enjoyed last night? I hoped he had. I shivered as I remembered his huge cock plowing into me and my nails scraping over his body leaving a pink trail where I’d broken the skin. Did Dean not enjoy himself? Was I not enough? Is that what he did every Friday night?

  Now I was pissed. Not just with me but with him.

  The bell rang and ended detention. I signed the kids’ detention slips and they raced out. They obviously had places they wanted to be. But as I glanced around the empty room with a weak winter sun creating weirdly shaped shadows on the floor, the atmosphere was as bleak as my mood.

  When I reached my car that I’d collected from near the restaurant after leaving Dean’s home, I pounded my fists on the steering wheel. He’s such an ass for not calling me. And as I drove out of the parking lot, I slammed on the brakes. Take a left and head home or right and drive to Dean’s house.

  But what would driving past accomplish? Unless he was coming out or going in, I wouldn’t see anything. And I wouldn’t recognize his car outside the house. Taking a deep breath, I asked myself if my behavior was stalkerish or typical teenage-like angst. I turned left.