Chapter 12 #2
“What’s wrong, Tav? What happened?” He quickly plants me on my ass and crouches in front of me, scanning me head to toe with a look of concern but it morphs into a soft smile when I grunt my protest. “You’re obviously in pain, baby.”
“You’re the pain. A huge pain in my ass, stopping right in the middle of something like that.”
He laughs again as he shakes his head. “I need to know where and why you’re hurting or else I won’t be able to think about anything else.”
I roll my eyes and cross my arms against my chest but that’s all the response he’s getting.
“I swear, Tav.” Bentley lifts one hand in the air next to his face while the other covers his heart. “I just want to know so I can help.”
I squint at him through my glasses, scowling the best I can before I blow out a breath and nod. “Will there be more kissing after?”
He barks out a laugh and says “Oh yeah, baby. I promise.”
But I can feel all the color drain from my face, whether from his response or my question, I don’t know.
Why did I ask him that?
God, he must think I’m such an idiot.
Not that I care, I don’t. Bentley can think whatever he wants and it won’t move my meter at all.
I also don’t care about the uncomfortable bulge in the crotch of my sweats, the one he can most likely see, or how my fucking leg is on fire from all of the extra walking on another accidental date with the alpha I can’t stop thinking about.
No, I do not care about any of it.
But why did I ask him that?
By no means was that my first kiss, and I’m definitely not some blushing virgin, but the fact that I want to play as much tonsil hockey as possible with this big ape is weird.
Almost as weird as it is that I’m basically a needy, slicking mess and would gladly bounce my ass on his naked lap right now.
Don’t even get me started on that little thing he did to my cheek.
All I can smell is that fresh woodsy scent he wears so well, and if he were to ask, I’d let that man rub his face all over me just so it never wears off.
I must be losing my mind.
Definitely not a fan of other humans. They tend to piss me off.
I don’t generally like kissing, either.
I never want to have sex.
Not to say I don’t jerk off when the mood strikes, but participating with someone else isn’t typically a high priority on my list. If it makes the list at all.
Ask me a few months ago if I’d be following a command that was politely barked at me by an alpha that I’ve tried kicking off my sidewalk and out of my store more times than I can count. Ha, I’d tell you to get fucked.
Unfortunately, all of that is happening and I don’t think I can stop it.
I hate to admit it, but I don’t think I want to, either.
“What’s wrong with your dog?”
I stand corrected. “Excuse me?”
Bentley gets to his feet then moves to sit next to me and when he plops down onto the sectional, he leans and picks Floyd up like they’ve known each other for years.
“He looks like he’s been through it.”
I scowl at the stupid sexy asshole while my traitor of a pet licks his cheek and the scruff on his chin. “Floyd is fine.”
“Floyd?” Bentley arches a brow. “Please tell me you didn’t name him.”
“I did.” I push my glasses up my nose then fold my arms against my chest while I jut my chin out in defiance. “Pretty Boy Floyd. Because he’s beautiful and hasn’t been through it.”
So what if it’s a lie. I’m annoyed, more with myself than anything else, and I don’t want to give this man more reasons to talk to me.
“Fine. You can tell me about this sweet, good boy when you’re ready.”
My cheeks flame, but my scowl intensifies as I watch him give my dog all the scratches and kisses, sweet talking Floyd as if he’d given birth to him.
Maybe I should put him to bed.
Floyd doesn’t care, as soon as he hits the pillow, he’s out. Then I won’t have to, oh my god, I’m jealous.
I’m jealous of a dog.
I’m jealous of my dog.
I want Bentley to call me a good boy, I want him to kiss me and give me his attention, and I’m trying to think of a way to make that happen because I’m jealous of my goddamn dog and don’t want to share him.
And I want to punch myself in the face for it.
“So, what’s with the security downstairs?”
I blink a few times, watching as Bentley sets Floyd down before he turns to face me again. “What?”
He gives me a ridiculously pretty smile as he leans back against the couch. “The metal curtains.”
“You said it,” I say a little more abrasively than I intended. “Security.”
“Yeah, but why? Didn’t seem to need it before.”
“It’s been a long time coming.” I swallow hard as Bentley settles in, stretching his arms across the back of the couch and splaying his legs. “I ordered them before you started panhandling outside.”
He chuckles, and damnit, I like the way it sounds. “I thought this was a nice area. Do you really need all that in this part of town? Especially when I make you feel safe.”
“Yes.”
“How come?”
I drop my hands and flatten them against my thighs, almost as if I’m trying to hide something he’s suddenly not asking me about anymore, and can’t see anyway. “There are these… people… They’ve been a nuisance for as long as I can remember and they’ve started coming around more often.”
A muscle in Bentley’s jaw ticks, but that’s the only indicator that he’s not a fan of what I said. That and the massive amount of pissed off rolling off him in waves. He keeps his cool, though.
I appreciate that.
“Tell me about these people.”
I shrug and lean back next to him. “They’re twins, male and female. Both alphas. Started bugging me when I worked at the coffee shop across the street then followed me here. They seem to be under the impression that I’m theirs and—”
A deep growl is the only warning I get before Bentley is gripping the back of my neck and slamming his mouth against mine.
The aggression, the possessiveness, it makes me whimper into the kiss and my god, I need to learn this man quickly or else I’m going to be prone to random attacks of lust.
That little noise, the one I involuntarily made because he pushed his tongue into my mouth and the taste of him flooded my senses again?
It was apparently enough to tell him I like what’s happening and ask for more because I’m flat on my back in seconds with Bentley on top of me, kissing me harder than he was before.
“Mine,” he purrs as he kisses my throat before burying his face in my neck. “Not theirs, mine.”
I nod as my eyes flutter closed, my hand flying to his hair to hold him in place as he sucks then licks the side of my neck.
“Okay,” I hiss as I feel his teeth scrape along the column of my throat. “Okay, yes. Yours.”
Bentley growls as he kisses me again, shoving his thigh between my legs, he slightly changes position. My back arches when he grabs my ass, lifting just enough to grind against me and when he does, I gasp.
I’m definitely slicking.
Holy shit, I’m slicking a lot and my cock is hard enough to cut glass, but so is his and I don’t think I have ever wanted anything more than to have this man fuck me right now.
Which is exactly why I bury my fingers in the silky blond strands of his hair and whine as my other hand grabs his hip and pulls him as close as possible.
“Fuck,” Bentley grunts as I roll my hips. “You finally with me, baby?”
I nod as I chase his lips, grinding against him faster before my hand slips around to the front of his sweatpants.
“Please,” I whine as I palm him through the cotton, rubbing his cock while I continue dry humping his thigh. “Bentley, please.”
He groans, but instead of taking his pants off like I want, he grabs my wrist and forces my hand above my head. “Tav.”
I arch into him, precum leaking from the sensitive tip of my dick like a river. I wiggle around and try to change things up, kissing him in between frustrated grunts while I try to get my point across.
But this infuriating alpha just chuckles against my lips. “Not sure if you’re ready for what this means yet, Tav.”
“I am,” I whimper as I tug on his hair. “I’m ready.”
Bentley growls and starts thrusting against me, the friction delicious and maddening at the same time. “I’m not convinced.”
“Goddamnit, Bentley.” I hitch my bad thigh over his hip, both of us moving faster as the first sign of my orgasm starts to pool low in my belly. “Please. I need—”
“Oh, you’re gonna come, baby.” He sucks on my bottom lip as he adjusts slightly again, his hand sliding down over my chest and abs until he’s squeezing and rubbing my cock in time with his thrusting. “We’re gonna come together.”
“Not… Not like this,” I gasp as my balls draw up tight. “I want, fuck, I want you.”
Bentley smiles into our next kiss before he moans low in his throat. “You have me, baby. You have me because you’re mine, and right now, you’re going to be a good boy and come for your alpha.”
So help me, I do.
I cry out as soon as those words leave his sinful lips, my back bowing as I nearly tear the hair from his head while the first rope of cum hits the crotch of my pants.
Bentley thrusts harder and faster as I continue to come, growling into the side of my neck, my name vibrating against my skin in a strangled cry as my alpha comes with me.
After what can only be described as the world’s longest orgasm, Bentley collapses into the back of my couch, rolling me with him until my spent and limp body is lazily draped over him.
“Imagine how fucking good that’ll be when my cock is buried in your ass while my teeth are just as deep in your skin.”
My dick twitches in my sweats as I pant, “I tried.”
Bentley chuckles and wraps his arms around me. “Not yet, baby. Soon. Real soon, but I have to know you feel the same way when I’m not dry humping you into the couch.”
I smile against his chest but don’t respond.
I don’t need to.
Bentley Walker is my scent match, and he knew how I felt before I did.
Carefully sliding out from under Bentley’s massive bicep, I roll off the couch then gingerly get to my feet.
He really is mine, isn’t he?
I look down at him with a small smile, butterflies fluttering in my gut as I take him in.
Bentley is way too good looking for me.
He’s kind of perfect, actually.
Romanesque features, just the right amount of scruff on his face.
Full lips, pretty pale blue eyes, flawless skin.
The man has more muscles than I’ve ever seen in real life and his body is sculpture worthy.
He also has a dick that is probably going to split me in two, I felt that for sure, and thinking about it now makes my mouth water.
But he’s too good for me.
Bentley has no idea how fucked up I really am, what kind of baggage I bring to the table. He’s lucky I didn’t have a nightmare after we fell asleep, otherwise I probably would have kneed him so hard in his huge dick it wouldn’t work anymore.
Even though our combined cum on my pants didn’t bother me enough to rush and change into clean ones, he has no idea what messes like that do to me. He hasn’t seen what happens when things are out of place or my skin feels too tight.
When I have a full blown meltdown because my intrusive thoughts start winning, will he still want to be with me? Probably not, and I can’t blame him for that. I don’t even want to be with me when that happens.
Scent match or not, why would Bentley want to stay once he sees what kind of head case he’s been slapped with for the rest of his life?
My fingers start to twitch as those thoughts begin playing on a loop.
Worthless.
Nothing.
Undeserving.
Fucked up.
Over and over I hear the words and before I realize it, I’m inside the bathroom and locking the door behind me.
I drop my sweatpants and step out of them as I reach for the door on the medicine cabinet, then tug my shirt over my head before I grab a razor blade and walk to the tub.
My right thigh is still healing and the left is pretty bad, but so are my thoughts.
It looks like I’ll be using my chest for a while. Just until I can make these thoughts go away.
I just want them to go away.