32. Teddy
Chapter 32
W e make it to the truck stop shortly after midnight, and I gently nudge Garret awake. Kelly’s shirt is plastered to his cheek with drool—and a little bit of blood where the bandages on his face have leaked through—from where he was cuddled against it in his sleep. Fuck, I want to kill his father. We lucked out and this truck stop actually has short-term sleeping rooms for rent. I lead Garret inside while Sam fills up the tank. We grab some quick sandwiches at the sub shop inside. It’s not gourmet, but it’s fast.
They only have rooms with single king-sized beds left, so we get one of those, and then go out to help Sam lock up the trucks and give him the second key for our room, telling him I’m going to get Garret settled in and fed. He nods, casting an appraising gaze over our pack mate, who has a bit more color than when we left, but his stomach is growling, and I have a foot-long meatball sandwich with his name on it.
I wave Sam’s loaded club sandwich at him, and he tells me he’ll eat in the room when he’s away from all the diesel fumes. That makes more sense, and I’m thankful that one of us is awake enough to have common sense. Dragging Garret along, we stumble over to room four and let ourselves in.
There’s a small round table with two chairs, a bed, and a door to a bathroom. Honestly, that’s more than I had hoped for at this point. I settle Garret into a chair and get his sandwich unwrapped for him, wishing I had thought to stop and grab drinks. For a moment, I consider popping back out to find a vending machine, but I already learned my lesson at the coffee shop not to go out without my alphas.
I tense when the door beeps a few minutes later, but Sam lets himself in, carrying several bottles of soda and a couple of energy drinks. Garret must have been hungry, because he finishes his sandwich in record time, and then staggers into the bathroom. The water comes on a moment later, and by the time Sam and I have eaten, Garret stumbles out. His hair’s still dry, but I can’t blame him with all the bandages he’s got going on.
Sam tucks him into the bed and then asks if I want to join him in the shower. Fuck yes! A needy little omega whine slips free at the thought of having Sam all to myself for the first time in weeks, even if we are at a fucking truck stop motel .
It’s certainly not the most romantic situation, but since I couldn’t even snuggle with him last night, I need the fucking connection. Still, I’m thankful for the sharp disinfectant tang in the air. At least if I’m going to be fucking my alpha in a motel bathroom, it’s a clean one. Even the lighting is unnecessarily bright against the stark white tiles.
My poor alpha looks exhausted as he turns on the shower and pulls me against him. His low purr rumbles to life as he holds my jaw and kisses me until I feel like I might melt into a puddle. Part of this is just pre-heat—my hormones are going nuts, and with all the added stress, I need to feel my alpha and have him purr for me. But if I’m being honest with myself, part of it’s also just because Sam is fucking hot, and I love him more each day.
He wraps my hair around his fist, tugging my head back firmly and lowering his face to my neck. His inhale against the sensitive skin makes both of us shudder, and a whimpering moan bubbles up from my chest. His voice tickles over my neck, a low growl filled with need. “Fuck, Love. I know you’re tired. Hell, we both are. Do you want this? I can just hold you if that’s what you need, but I want you. I want this.”
Sharp teeth rake over my flesh, right where I want him to bite. His beard scratches against me, and I shudder and twitch, caught between being tickled and wanting to grind against his hard body. “Sam, Alpha. Please. I want this, if you feel up to—” He cuts me off, biting hard against the joint where my neck meets my shoulder.
“You questioning my endurance, Omega? Think I can’t take care of you properly?” He almost sounds angry, but his low chuckle flits over me. He pulls back, pinching my chin between his thumb and fingers, pulling my face up to meet his eyes. “Oh, Teddy-bear, devils couldn’t keep me away if you said you wanted me. I don’t give a fuck how tired I am. I’ll always be what you need.”
Then he’s kissing me again, his tongue tracing along the seam of my lips until I open for him. His responding groan is almost feral as he crushes me against his hard chest. I whimper and his grip loosens, a murmured, “Sorry,” before he’s plundering my mouth again. His teeth and lips scrape against me, leaving me gasping as he trails a hot line of kisses from my lips down my throat.
He grumbles loudly as he peels my shirt over my head and then he’s sucking on my skin again, his tongue tracing over my chest. He flicks it over one nipple, lips closing over the sensitive nub. It’s almost too much as I writhe against his big body. His hands go lower, skimming along the skin of my soft stomach before unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down along with my boxer briefs.
I’m already leaking pre-come when he pulls me out. Hard calloused fingers wrap around me, making me gasp and shudder as he strokes up my length—gathering the moisture on the end before pumping back down. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me, Omega? Are you up to taking my knot tonight? Falling asleep while I’m still locked inside you? ”
Another needy whimper escapes my lips at the sight of him ripping his shirt off over his head, seams popping in his haste. Then his mouth is on mine again, his hands fumbling with his own pants before dragging me under the steaming water of the shower. He moans into my mouth as the hot water cascades over us.
Our tongues twist together, and he pulls me flush against him. His body is such a contrast to mine. I’m strong because I work for it, but I’m also padded. I’ll never have his muscle definition or hard build. Omegas also naturally don’t have much body hair, so I live in a forever furless state. Which is fine. I don’t need body hair, but I still love the different sensations I get when Sam rubs against me.
He pulls away, spinning me towards the wall, and his mouth comes down on my neck again, his teeth nipping at my shoulder. His low rumbling growl vibrates up my spine as he runs his hands up my back and fists them in my hair. Holding my head to the side so he can suck and lick at my skin.
My perfume is overwhelming in the small space, and I know I have slick dripping down the backs of my thighs. One of his hands stays tangled in my hair while the other slides down my side and circles my waist, tilting my hips back and circling his thick fingers around my cock. I don’t recognize the pathetic mewling sounds that I’m making as he fists me and starts pumping up and down my length.
“Sam, please.” I’m whining again, and I can’t help it .
His teeth press down hard, and for a moment I think he’s going to bond me, then his voice is in my ear, a loud rasp. “Open for me, Omega. Raise your leg.” His hand stops pumping and holds my hips still, the other coming down to run over my ass and help me lift my left thigh up and out. Soon, I’m sprawled against the shower wall, my hands scrambling against the tile while he presses into me from behind.
His voice is a whisper against the shell of my ear, tension and longing all tangled together. “Say you need me, Teddy. Tell me you need this as much as I do.” He nips hard against my lobe, his tongue coming out to soothe the sting that follows.
“Yes…fuck. Yes, Alpha, Sam, please, I need you. I need to feel you. Please.” I barely recognize the sound of myself because of the pleading whimpers.
He groans; his breath hot against my skin. “Fuck, yes. Omega!” And then he’s pushing against the tight ring of muscles. I’m leaking so much slick that he slides in quickly and we both moan as his slightly swollen knot comes to rest against my stretched opening.
“Fuck. Fuck! Teddy. You feel so fucking good…I can’t. I don’t think I’m gonna last long right now. Fucking hell!” His beard scrapes against my skin as his head drops back down and his teeth come to rest on the tender flesh of my neck.
His low growl as he slides back down vibrates up my spine, and I melt against him, my muscles loosening further and allowing him to thrust faster. The hand not holding up my leg circles back around and wraps around me again—pumping in time with his thrusts. Each time he bottoms out, he clenches at the base of my shaft, like he’s fucking his own hand through me.
A low murmur of words spills from his lips, mumbles and growls of pleasure as he slides in and out of me, his pace growing near frantic. “Fuck, Omega. Teddy. Tell me you’re close. I can’t hold on. Please, Love. I fucking need you. Wanna sink my knot in you, fucking lock you and keep you forever. Fucking please, please tell me.”
His hips stutter and buck against me, and the pressure of his inflating knot pushes against my ass. I twist my head to capture his lips and can see the tendons in his jaw straining as he fights to hold back his release.
Tilting my head up, I lick at his lips. My soft, “Yes,” ghosting over them, and then he’s kissing me again, and pushing hard against that tight ring. The stretch is amazing, and my balls draw up as my cock kicks in his stroking hand, splattering the stark tile with my come. Pain and pleasure mix as he finally pushes inside and then he’s filling me up. I swallow down his guttural moans as he paints my walls with his climax.
We stand together, breathing heavily, the water still steaming around us as he helps me balance while lowering my leg. I have to bend slightly at the waist because of where we’re locked, and one of his big hands wraps behind my neck, offering me comfort and security as the other strokes long lines down my back.
His rough whisper washes over me as I stand there panting. It’s almost drowned out by the water. “I love you, Teddy. I don’t know if I’ve told you that yet, but I do. You mean everything to me.” I shudder under his palms and wish I could turn around and wrap my arms around him. But despite what he said earlier, we can’t even easily make it to the bed like this. Thank goodness for unlimited hot water, because we might be here for a while waiting for his knot to go down.
There’s a small bar of soap next to an open wrapper on a tile shelf. Fresh bubbles are scattered across the surface, and I’m going to guess that Garret opened it earlier when he was in here. Sam uses it now to scrub my back and shoulders, working out my tight muscles from the last few days until I’m leaning limp and boneless against the wall of the shower. Thankfully, it gives us enough time for his knot to deflate and let him slip free. He turns me around and washes my hair and chest before giving himself a cursory scrub down and shutting off the water.
Wrapping one of the big towels around me, he takes time to gently pat all the water from my skin and blot my hair before drawing my face to his for a quick kiss. He leaves for a moment to get our toothbrushes from the room before coming back and passing mine over.
Once we’re both cleaned up, I slip some fresh boxer briefs on and crawl under the covers, placing a pillow between Garret’s body and mine. He’s wrapped himself around Kelly’s shirt again, and I can’t imagine that it still smells like her, but if it helps him sleep, who am I to complain?
Sam curls around my body, cuddling in close. Then pulls away and grumbles to himself as he sets a seven-hour timer on his phone before dragging me against him. His voice is rough, already sounding half asleep. “Probably won’t sleep that long, but just in case.” He buries his face against the side of my neck, kissing softly. Three kisses in, I’m already out like a light.