Chapter 32
Alfie
It’s taken some convincing and a lot of cajoling, but I’ve finally managed to get Jensen into an upright position and have successfully corralled him to the bathtub. I hold his hand to steady him as he steps into the water. He makes a face because it isn’t as cold as he’d like it.
“Give it a minute,” I tell him. While an ice bath may appeal to him, the bath I’ve drawn for him is several degrees cooler than his body temperature and will cool him down gradually while still soothing sore muscles.
“Mm,” he sighs as he sinks into the water, resting his glorious head against the edge of the tub.
I hand him a tall glass with a bendy straw, filled with lots of ice and an elixir that’s specifically designed to hydrate heat-stricken omegas.
He takes it from me suspiciously. “This better not be tea.”
Technically, it is tea. It’s a concoction made by infusing crushed flowers and dried leaves in boiling water, so it definitely meets the definition of tea. It’s been allowed to cool though. And I’ve added a lot of honey and some electrolytes.
“It’s, um, it’s very sweet,” I explain. “And it’s not hot or milky at all.”
He groans softly and rolls his eyes at me, but he tilts his chin and takes the straw between his lips.
He pretends to grimace for the first and second sip, but by the third, he’s fighting a smile.
“I didn’t hate it,” he admits when he’s drained the glass, “but that’s only because I’m not myself right now. ”
I take the glass from him, set it down, and then kneel on the bathmat beside him. I scoop handfuls of water and pour them onto the parts of his body that aren’t fully submerged.
I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I’m as happy as I’ve ever been seeing Jensen like this. Naked, and turned-out, and mine.
“I like you like this,” I say.
“Insanely horny and outside of myself?”
I chuckle and nod. “Something like that.”
He’s so gorgeous right now. His cheeks flushed, his eyes glossy and reflecting nothing but heated satisfaction and shadows of contentment.
His lips are puffy, and his hole is too.
His legs are spread open, and no matter how long I look at him, I can’t detect a hint of embarrassment.
He’s as comfortable around me as I am around him.
“You,” he says, pointing at me unsteadily, “have fucked me rotten, sir, and guess what…?” His laugh is more of a cackle than usual, and there’s a distinctly unsober twang to it.
I’d find it amusing if not for the fact that I’ve experienced a major glitch in brain rhythms from his casual use of the word sir. “I haven’t had nearly enough.”
I know how he feels because I feel the same. “I haven’t had enough either, baby. I want more too. I want it so badly that, honestly, I’m starting to think I won’t ever get enough of you.”
He hums quietly, eyes sliding shut as the water takes effect.
Neither of us speaks for a while, and I take my sweet time washing every inch of his body.
He languidly offers me his limbs and giggles when I rub the sponge over the soles of his feet and under his arms. His laughter is different from the sound other people make when they’re happy.
His laughter is pristine. A shiny, sparkling thing that exists for me.
It means more to me than I can possibly say.
More than I ever thought such a small thing could mean.
When he opens his eyes again, there’s a horny glint in them that stokes my desire. He spreads his legs a little more, deliberately drawing the action out until his knees are splayed against opposite sides of the bath and his hole is on full display.
My mind swims.
“Alpha,” he says, batting his lashes innocently. “My hole is lonely without you.” He pushes his bottom lip out ever so slightly. A naughty pout that makes me dizzy.
“A lonely hole,” I slur as blood rushes south. “No! We can’t have that.”
He takes my hand in his, considering it for a few seconds as his plan takes hold. Then he smirks at me mischievously and folds my ring and pinky fingers down, pinning them to my palm with my thumb. He raises my hand to his mouth thoughtfully before sucking my extended fingers into his mouth.
I let out a long, punctured sound.
His mouth is like the rest of him. Warm and soft and wet.
“It hurts being alone in my body, alpha.” He holds eye contact pointedly, as if to distract me from his actions. “I don’t like it.”
He dips my hand into the water, smiling sweetly, though a little line of concentration forms between his brows as he guides my fingers into his body with a single deep thrust.
I shouldn’t be letting him do this. I know that. His hole has already taken a beating, and his heat has barely even begun. I can’t refuse him this, though, because, well, I can’t refuse him anything.
His head drops back, neck curving as I stroke the hot spot inside him. The noises he makes are more than sex. They’re happy and smug and so fucking adorable I can hardly stand it.
“Jensen,” I say softly, “have I ever told you that I find you utterly adorable?”
His eyes meet mine and a gentle warmth spills out of him.
“Have I ever told you I find you utterly sexy?” He drags the word out until the sibilant sounds take on a life of their own.
“’Cause I do, alpha. I find you so sexy, but…
” He exhales wistfully. “I find you sweet too. I find you so sweet that my heart can hardly take it. All this”—he waves in the general direction of my face—“is a lot. But to me, it’s not the most interesting thing about you.
Not even close. I want to be with you all the time because of”—his hand trails down, fingertips glancing my neck and coming to rest over my heart—“what’s in here. ”
Speaking of hearts hardly being able to take things, mine feels set to burst right now.
I’m not sure how he knows that I need to be seen for more than my sensual side, but he does, and I do.
A bright, light bubble expands in my chest, swelling so much that my chest aches.
I’m filled with so much affection, so much fondness that I can’t contain it. It has to go somewhere.
“I love you, my mouse.” The words spill from my lips as though saying them is the most natural thing ever. As though they’ve always existed inside me and simply haven’t found their way to light before now.
His eyes well and he holds my wrist a little tighter. His expression softens and his muscle flutters around my fingers.
“I love you too, alpha,” he cries as pleasure washes over him.