Chapter Fourteen
Wilder
Lewis tried to pay the farmer for the sunflowers my omega so admired, but he refused any money, just cut us an armload and carried them to my vehicle.
“They aren’t ready to harvest yet for seed, but I do take some to the local farmer’s market and I always sell out.
I’ll watch for those bees in a couple of days. ”
We drove off down the drive just as the sun slid below the horizon beyond the sunflower field and it was so beautiful, it brought an ache to my heart. “Thank you for inviting me to come with you.”
“It wasn’t really much of a date as dates go.” He turned onto the highway and joined the light flow of traffic. “But you gave me so many good ideas.”
“It was—is—a perfect date,” I protested. “Or it will be if you stop at that taco truck in the rest stop we passed on the way here.”
“That’s what you want to eat? I was going to suggest the steak house in that town we passed. It’s supposed to be really good.”
“Nope.”
“A rest-stop taco truck?”
“What can I say? I’m a cheap date.” I waved toward the back seat. “Free flowers, tacos, all the best stuff of life. You even provided a sunset.”
The rest stop was just a few miles down the road, and it was more or less in the middle of nowhere; yet, there were at least a dozen people gathered around the white truck with the menu painted on the side. A good sign for a truck parked at a rest stop on such a lightly traveled roadway.
Lewis parked near the bathroom buildings, and we made our way to the end of the line. It didn’t take too long to reach the front, but when I looked over my shoulder, there were a lot more behind us.
“What would you like?” He waved at the menu board. “Anything under twelve dollars.”
I snickered. “Everything is under twelve dollars.”
“Right, and you can order several of them if you like.”
We decided to order one of each kind of taco and a side of beans and rice, one of chips and salsa, and a couple of Mexican beers.
I didn’t even know food trucks could have alcohol licenses.
I didn’t comment on the fact since the cougar shifter who passed me the bottles already opened and with a lime wedge in each, winked at me when I took them.
Oh well. I didn’t work for law enforcement last time I checked, and the first sip of ice-cold beer hit the spot.
We were lucky enough to find a group leaving one of the concrete picnic tables, so we sat down and spread out our feast.
Everything was good, and while I’d thought we’d have leftovers, that did not happen. Lewis sighed, patting his belly. “Authentic Mexican food with matching beer. You had a good idea, omega.”
I grinned at him over the lip of the bottle. “Right? It’s a shame you have to drive, or we could have another beer.”
“Did you want one?” Technically we could. It took a lot of alcohol for a shifter to feel it at all. I generally only drank it for the taste, but I was ready to go anyway and way too full for more beer.
“No, I’m good if you are.”
“I am.”
“Lewis, would you mind if we went to your house instead of mine?”
“Why no. Did you want to visit the bees?”
I cleared my throat. Everyone said I was pushy for an omega, but I’d never done this before. “Yes, but I was thinking more of a sleepover. That is, if you would like me to stay?”
The alpha might have broken a few speed laws getting us there, which I took to mean he was pleased with my suggestion, an impression he confirmed with a long, deep kiss before we even got out of the car. And another while fishing his keys out of his pocket.
The next kiss was in his bedroom, which I didn’t get a very good look at since we didn’t turn on any lights. Drawing me down on the bed, Lewis kissed me again and again, finally pausing long enough to say, “I won’t mark you without your permission.”
“You have it.” I was prepared to beg. “My wolf has been telling me you’re ours since we met.”
“My bear felt the same and has been very pushy about it.” He stood up and pulled off his shirt then slid his jeans down over his hips.
“Commando?”
He shrugged. “Sometimes. And tonight, it’s a time saver.”
“I’d better catch up, then.” I stood and stripped as quickly as possible. “Wouldn’t want you to go ahead without me.”
“Omega, that would never happen.” His own clothes gone, he lifted me and placed my legs around his waist. “Hold on tight.” Moving so my back was against the wall, he prodded my slick hole. “I can’t wait.”
“Don’t.” It was the last thing I wanted.
For him to stop now. His blunt head breached the ring of muscles and filled me.
Raising and lowering me, he entered a little at a time while I clung to him, amazed by his strength.
My cock scraped against his abdomen with every movement, and I whimpered as I sailed toward orgasm much faster than I ever expected.
But just as my balls tightened to my body, he turned and laid me on the bed, breaking the climb enough to buy me time.
But then he was driving in again and again, droplets of perspiration breaking out on his face and chest, jaw set, and eyes…
burning with passion that sent me flying again and just as he groaned and sent hot cum into my body, his knot following to join us, I splashed my own seed over his lower torso to drip down onto mine.
Lewis gathered me close and sank his teeth into my throat, the coppery scent of blood joining the other smells of shifter sex before he lapped the wound closed and kissed it. “My omega.”
“Yes, always yours.”