Chapter 19 #2
“You know, I wouldn’t mind that.” He bites his lip, and my heart starts to race, arousal trickling down my spine. “Not at all. I’d bottom for you, Omega. Any fucking day.”
Well, fuck me. I’ve never thought I’d ever get the chance to fuck an Alpha, not that I wanted to before.
But this one? Oh yeah, I’d be down for that. To see this big cocky man under me, moaning like a little whore.
My eyes widen. Where the fuck did that come from?
“Let’s go.” I clear my throat, stepping around him before he notices just how hard my cock is.
When I get outside, I pause, looking at the empty driveway. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” Sloane steps up behind me.
“I forgot that my truck and Lexi’s car are back at the club.” I turn to face him. “Hope you’re in the mood for a nice autumn walk.”
He grins. “You can give me a tour of what's between here and there.”
I snort a laugh. “Why not?”
“So,” Sloane says, walking backwards so he can face me. “Tell me about yourself, Sugar Tits. What kind of things do you like? What do you hate? What's your favorite color? Music? Food? Do you sleep with a fan? Are you more of a pillow, blanket, or both kind of Omega?”
“I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” My brows raise in amusement. “Sugar tits?”
He winks. “Well, you won’t let me call you little Omega. I like it.”
“I don’t have tits.”
“No. But your t-shirt hugs your pecs real nice.” He wiggles his brows.
“You are unbelievable.” I shake my head, fully amused.
I like Sloane, he’s fun. “To answer your questions. I like to go hunting, fishing, and camping. I love being outside and helping out with the community. I’m good with my hands.
I hate assholes, it doesn’t matter the designation.
And small yappy dogs. Like, why do they have to be so loud? ”
Sloane’s lips twitch, but he keeps listening. I have no idea how he hasn’t fallen yet, but he keeps walking backwards. Is this some weird special forces training or something?
“I love the color green, but not the basic green. Like the deep forest green. My music tastes vary depending on my mood. Nothing takes precedence over another. Just not a fan of screamo. I can’t understand what they say.
Favorite food would be pizza, burgers, and pretty much anything you can find at a sports bar or barbecue on a grill.
But a good juicy steak would take the top spot.
I do sleep with a fan, but it depends on the time of the year if it’s pointed at me or not.
I like the white noise, can’t stand the silence, and neither can Lexi.
I’m both a blanket and pillow person. Lexi loves anything soft.
Socks, stuffies. So we have a mix of things.
And... yeah. That should answer all your questions. ”
He nods his head, looking like he’s thinking for a moment.
“So when you say you're good with your hands, how good are we talking?” He lifts a brow and smiles because I know what he means. “And when you say you hate assholes, that doesn’t include mine, does it? Because I have a very nice asshole. You don’t have anything to worry about. ”
“Oh my god,” I chuckle.
He comes to a stop, making me stop as well. He steps up to me, my breath catching at how close he is. “I haven’t seen Aiden’s much. He’s pretty uptight when it comes to his asshole.” He smirks before chuckling deeply. “But for a pretty thing like you, I’d bet he’d let you right in.”
Fuck. Me. Right now.
Shaking my head, I step past him. If I play into his banter, I might let him fuck me right here on the street, and that is not the type of town gossip I want going around.
“What about you?” I ask as Sloane jogs over to me. “Tell me about yourself.”
“Weeeeell.” He walks next to me now. “I love the color black. Not a big music person, but anything with a good beat is nice. When we’re not working, I like to game. It’s a nice way to wind down. I love all food. I’m not picky, so I will eat anything.” He grins. “I mean anything.”
He doesn’t mean... fuck, does he? Huh. I guess we shall see.
“I can sleep anywhere. Sound and temperature don’t matter to me. I love horror movies. And I do enjoy camping, fishing, and hunting too.”
“Oh.” I grin. “Well, you’re going to love the cabin then.”
“Cabin?”
I nod. “My dad passed away, but before that, the only real memories I had of him were when we went camping, or fishing, or hunting. It’s where my love for it started.
That absolute saint of a woman did the most incredible thing for me and had a small cabin built for me for my twenty-first birthday. ”
“Fuck.” Sloane is quiet for a moment. “She really is amazing, isn’t she?”
“You haven’t even seen the half of it. She might not be the most outgoing person, but she will give you the shirt off her back. We’re both messed up, Sloane. We have our own baggage and trauma. But that never stopped Lexi from being an amazing human. She helped build this place.”
Sloane looks around and seems to actually take it in. “It’s impressive.”
“It really is.”
We get to the club, hop into my truck, and drive to my place.
It’s nothing fancy and worked perfectly for me. It’s the first and only place I've lived since coming to Widows Peak, and it will always hold good memories representing my fresh start.
I tell Sloane to leave the mattress for now and worry about loading up the smaller things first. It’s the only big thing I’m taking with me because I really like my mattress. The frame doesn’t matter.
While he packs up the food from the fridge, I grab some odds and ends around the living room and throw them into a box.
Then I do the same with the kitchen. Once that’s done, I move to the bedroom and start working on my clothes, throwing them in suitcases.
No need to waste time packing everything nicely when I’ll just put it all in Lexi’s spare room.
Well, I guess my room now. She always joked about making it into a space for me since I’m over so much.
“Need any help in here?” Sloane asks when he comes back in from bringing the packed boxes to the truck.
“Nah. But there are a few things in the bathroom if you don’t mind grabbing them.” I point to some empty boxes I grabbed from the spare room. “You can just throw it in one of those.”
“You got it, Sugar Tits.” He winks before swaggering past me.
I have a stupid grin on my face as I continue to pack. Once my clothes are shoved into the bags, I start working on my bedside drawer and pause. Shit. I look over my shoulder to check for Sloane.
When I can see him moving around in the bathroom, I start to shove all the contents into a box.
Am I even going to need all of this now that I have Alphas? It would be a shame to throw them all out. Sex toys aren't cheap.
Frowning when I find the drawer empty, I wonder where my big, sparkly, clear dildo went. It should be here. It’s the only place I keep my sex toys.
Checking the box, I huff when I don’t find it.
“Where is it?” I mutter to myself. My eyes widen in horror. “Oh fuck.” I’m scrambling off the bed and rushing towards the bathroom, but it’s already too late.
Sloane is on the floor, packing what's under my bathroom sink, when I see him holding it in his hand.
I die of mortification right there and then.
My stomach drops out of my ass as my heart threatens to explode.
“Huh.” A big-ass grin slips onto his lips, his eyes flicking up to me. “I’m impressed. Although I’m not sure I can compete with this. I’m big, don’t get me wrong, but not this big.” He holds it up. “What’s its name? Edward Cullen because it’s white and sparkly?"
He’s trying to suppress his laughter.
I give him my best death glare, embarrassment scorching my cheeks as I snatch it out of his hand. “Give me that,” I growl before turning around and storming back into the room.
With shaking hands, I shove it into the box with the other toys.
“Hey.” Sloane follows after me. “I’m sorry.” His hand rests on my shoulder, and I pause. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
My shoulders relax. “It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not, but you also don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. Sex toys are a pretty common thing for adults to have. And most Omegas have a nice little stash of them hidden away somewhere.”
I don’t say anything as I fold the flaps of the box to secure it shut.
“Emmett, I really am sorry.”
Turning to face him, I find that he’s very close. Our faces are inches apart. My heart starts to race, and his burnt marshmallow scent fills my nose, making me shiver. And there goes my damn cock again. Fuck.
His nostrils flare, eyes lidded with desire. “It’s okay,” my voice cracks as I whisper the words.
He licks his lips, and my eyes follow the movement, my breathing becoming labored. My perfume fills the space around us, and I’m so turned on right now I feel like I’m seconds from snapping and jumping this man.
“Emmett.” The way he says my name, his voice thick with this husky need, has me swallowing back a whimper.
“Yes?” I breathe out, head spinning.
“Are you okay?”
“No.” I shake my head, because I’m not. I need him, and I don’t know why.
Okay, I do know why. He’s my Alpha, and this is probably how I’m going to be reacting to this man.
And Aiden. It’s not surprising, just something I’m not used to.
Like I said, this is the first time in what feels like a lifetime I’m able to get some kind of sexual reaction from a man.
“What can I do to help you?” His eyes search mine. He doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t make the first move. He doesn’t push. I think that's why I have the confidence to say what I say next.
“Help me cum.” I swallow thickly. “Please.”
Sloane lets out this deep, guttural groan. “Are you sure, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, and fuck me, this makes me like him even more.
“Yes.” I lick my lips.
Sloane keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slowly lowers himself to his knees.