Chapter 11 #2
Taking my seat once more, I look at the menu that’s set down before me. I already know what I want. Well, I don’t really want to eat anymore, but I refuse to let Glenn see me sulk.
When the server comes by, I place an order for the nachos.
“Good choice,” Leona says, and I manage a small nod in her direction. I really wish she’d take her arm off Glenn’s shoulders and stop being nice to me. I’d really like to hate her. But her bubbly personality has me reluctantly liking her.
We chat about work, and she tells everyone funny stories about private paying clients. And even if she has me laughing at times, I feel my gut twist when I see the way Glenn looks at her like he admires her.
Don’t know if he looks at me like that. Probably not.
“I’m getting another drink,” I tell no one in particular, moving back to the bar to refill the cup that’s now completely empty.
While I wait for the bartender to make it, I glance around, needing to find something else to look at besides Glenn. My eyes settle on Tater, who is chatting with a group of people at the other end of the room.
He looks over and grins at me, and I send up a small wave. He’s a nice guy, a real nice one. I know if I ask, he’ll keep me company.
He must see the desperation on my face because he meanders over, leaning against the bar top as I sip on my new drink.
“Drink number two?”
“You know it.”
“You having a good time?”
“As good as I can. This drink will help.”
“Another heavy pour?”
“Yep.”
I grin up at him, and he blushes. “You get wild when you drink this much?”
“As much as an omega can. Maybe my inhibitions will lower and I’ll do something unexpected. What do you suggest?”
Tater purses his lips in thought. “Well, you could go streaking.”
“No,” I say with a laugh. “That sounds terrible.”
“Or, you know, you could go across the street to Pit Stop and use the secret glory hole.”
My mouth parts in shock. “What?”
“Yeah, there’s a glory hole in the bathroom. Not the cleanest place, but you know…risky. Unexpected.”
My body tingles at the thought. Or maybe that’s just the alcohol.
“Maybe I should go check it out.”
Tater winks at me. “Maybe you should.”
“Live life on the edge.”
He bobs his head. “Yeah, right on the edge of a cliff.”
I salute him and set my drink down, moving to the table to pay my bill.
“Where are you going?” Glenn asks when he sees me pull out my credit card and wave at the server.
I blink at him, seeing how Leona leans into him. She likes him. It’s so fucking obvious. He says they’re friends, but I know she wants more.
And maybe he should go for it.
Maybe she’ll treat him better than I did.
“I’m off to the Pit Stop.”
Glenn freezes, his fists curling against the table.
“And why the fuck would you do that?”
I blush and shrug. “Just to see it. It’s a staple here in town, apparently. One of the seven wonders of Wolverston.”
The server comes up, and I hand her my card, deciding at the last minute to pay for the entire table. If Leona can win them over with beers, I can win them over with food.
Fisher places his arm around me and squeezes. “Thanks, Boss. You’re the best.”
I feel my cheeks flush and know that Glenn is intently watching me. There’s a twitch in his eye, and I see the way his gaze narrows on where Fisher has flung his arm.
Well, that’s what happens when you ignore an omega. They find another alpha. They have to.
Well, I don’t. Not really, but I want one anyway.
And I just may find one tonight.
An alpha dick in a hole.
I’m feeling defiant and brave.
I sign the slip of paper the server hands me, grab my credit card, and stalk out into the night. I’m not drunk, but the alcohol has given me courage.
Courage to pull down my pants, stick my ass against a dirty wall, and beg it to be fucked.
Or at least attempt it.
It won’t feel as good as Glenn, but again, losing him was my fault. I deserve whatever happens with him and Leona. And I know that’s inevitable. It was as clear as the fucking moon tonight that she wants him.
The cool air is a balm to my overheated skin, and I glance over at Pit Stop with its flickering sign and the motorcycles outside. I bet the closer I get, the more alpha it will smell.
I wonder if they’ll smell me.
I wonder if they’ll line up and take turns.
A voice to my right has my head turning toward an alpha eyeing me from the shadows. Smoke billows up and swirls around my face. I bat it away, wrinkling my nose at the scent.
“Where are you going on your own, little omega, when you smell like that?”
My lips turn down as I make out the glowing red eyes and long, dark hair. I know him from years ago; he’s part of the Crimson Howlers’ pack, where Attie lives now as their shaman.
“Fuck off, Red. None of your business,” I say as I turn to step toward the road to cross.
“Come on, Arbor. You know I can guarantee you a good time.”
I peer over my shoulder at him and see someone move up beside him. I can’t quite make them out, their face half-hidden in the shadow, but something tingles along my spine. Almost like recognition.
But then I shake my head. I’m just trying to convince myself not to go to Pit Stop.
“Let me know if you change your mind. You had me once, and you didn’t regret it.”
“It was so memorable that I completely forgot about it.”
And honestly, I’m not going to fuck Red. Hell no. When I go to Pit Stop, I want it to be anonymous. I don’t want to know whose cock is sliding through that glory hole. And I definitely don’t want it to be his.
I continue moving, but I’m wrenched to a stop, fingers curling into my biceps.
“You’re not going there,” Glenn growls, and the sound of it, the feel of his touch, has my cock thickening. But I play it off. I have to.
My ego won’t let me do anything else.
“I can if I want.”
His fingers tighten, and I wince, but at the same time, I like it. I’m not sure if he’s being protective or possessive, but either way, it feels nice.
“Don’t go. It’s not safe,” Glenn’s voice softens. “The way you smell, it’ll drive them wild.”
“No, it won’t. Most people are repulsed by it.”
“No, they’re not. They’re just confused. It’s not a normal scent, but once they have you, once they realize how fucking good you are, they won’t want to give you up.”
I breathe out. “I don’t know about that.”
“It’s the fucking truth. Don’t go.”
“Are you asking because you want me instead?”
He swallows, his fingers pulsing against my skin.
I sigh and rip my arm from his grip. “Then let me go. I get it. You’ve made your point. You’re mad, not interested. You hate me. And rightfully so, but you have to let me live my life.”
I turn and walk away, but before I can make it to the street, I’m lifted and thrown over his shoulder.
“I don’t hate you,” he grumbles as he stalks across the parking lot, toward his truck.
I wiggle in his arms, trying to get free, but he’s so much stronger than me.
“Help!” I shout, my voice not entirely convincing.
A man stops in the lot, and I wave.
“Help me. He’s kidnapping me.”
Glenn lets out a small laugh. “He’s my omega. He’s fine.”
The man nods and wanders away. He didn’t even ask me if it was true. If he had, I’d have probably just conceded, but still.
The back door of the truck is pulled open, and I’m tossed inside.
I half-expect him to slip into the driver’s seat and drive me home, but he doesn’t. He follows me in, closing the door behind him and locking it.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he crowds me.
“Giving you what you want,” he growls, his hands landing on my hips and pulling me toward him. I go easily, without even a hint of a fight.
I just want it, want him too badly.
It’s been so fucking long, and I miss him.
He wrenches my shoes from my feet, and they fall onto the floor of his truck before he unbuttons my pants and peels them down my body.
I just watch him wet his lips when he sees my cock. I know he wants this as much as I do, can smell his pheromones as they fill the cabin.
But then he schools his face, and I see nothing but determination.
He leans forward and grabs my body, lifting me up easily and placing me on his lap. I’m facing the windshield, my hands grabbing onto the headrests in front of me.
“You want to fuck a dick? You can use mine.”
I hear a zipper lower, and I crane my neck, trying to get a look at him, but he places a hand on the back of my neck, keeping me facing forward.
“No, you fuck it anonymously. You fuck it like you would the glory hole.”
I groan as he squeezes my neck and then lets go.
I hear his pants opening, and I know his dick is in his hand. Is he holding it there for me to ride?
Biting my bottom lip, I debate actually going through with this. I shouldn’t get entangled with him again when things could easily go to shit. But honestly, I’ve been fucking miserable without him.
Leaning forward, I allow him access to my ass. And when I slide backward, I feel the head of his cock at my hole, my slick dripping down my thighs. Eager. Ready.
Without hesitation, I fall onto him, my moan absolutely disgusting to my ears.
“Gods,” I murmur as I take all of him. His hand bumps against my ass before being removed completely. So I was right. He was holding his dick stationary, so I could fuck against it.
“Go on then,” he murmurs, his hands falling to the seat beside him. “Use me.”
I inhale deeply and then shift my hips up, the drag of his dick against my slippery hole almost too much. It hits all the right places. It feels so fucking good. The only thing that would make it better would be seeing him.
But he won’t allow it.
So I do as he says. I use him. I fall back onto his dick and groan again as he bottoms out.
“Again,” he says, his voice slightly strained.
I bite my bottom lip and start to move, my fingers digging into the headrests I’m holding on to for leverage. I know anyone could come out and see what we’re doing, but fuck if I care. Maybe it’s the alcohol in my system, or maybe I’m just that desperate for him.
I don’t know what it is, but I use him, just like he said I should.
I fuck onto his dick until my moans are endless, just one long stream. My cock is leaking, bouncing against my abdomen, messing my shirt with its drool.
Glenn is panting behind me, losing control slowly.
I’m not going to last. I’m going to come.
I feel my body vibrate with my orgasm, and then my hole clenches down on his length as I erupt. Glenn groans, and I feel his release spill inside of me.
My body sags against the seat in front of me, trying to catch my breath.
Fuck, that was amazing.
It’s always so good with him.
Glenn picks me up and sets me on the seat beside him. I turn my gaze to him and see him button his pants back up, methodical and deliberate.
It stings.
“I hope that satisfied your eagerness to go to Pit Stop.”
I close my eyes and fight back the ache pulsing through my chest.
“Yeah, guess so. You cured me.” My words are cold and short. This is not how I wanted this to go.
I wanted this to be so much more than he’s making it.
Glenn peers over at me, and I see his face soften. It’s too much. I just grab my pants and pull them on, wanting to run and escape as fast as possible.
When he says nothing, I feel my insides deflate.
“Right, well, thanks for taking one for the team. Sorry if that was a chore,” I murmur as I search around for my shoes.
I manage to grab them, shoving them onto my feet.
“I’ll go now.”
I grab the door handle and hope he reaches out for me, to stop me, to kiss me. But he doesn’t do any of that, so I’m left to walk alone to my car and slip inside.
The drive home to the city is endless, and I sleep fitfully.