Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jayce
The car ride home is tense. Siobhan’s scent still clings to our clothing, mine especially, and my cock jerks at the reminder of how perfectly her body molded to mine when I had my arm around her. This date definitely went better than the first one.
I glance at Hayden. They have one hand on the top of the steering wheel, arm flexed with tension, and the other is propped on the center console between us.
I lick my lips as I take in their confident form, my eyes roaming down a fitted tee to where it bunches at their hips.
They shift in their seat, and their boot squelches again.
I snort and pinch my lips together, attempting to hold in a laugh while I turn my attention to the window.
Which means I don’t see it coming when Hayden hits the brakes and yanks the car to the side of the road, then throws it into park.
My head slams back against the headrest, and I turn to them with a curse on the tip of my tongue.
“You got something to say, Jay?” They twist to face me.
The threat in their dark eyes has me swallowing my retort. I shake my head and my heart rate kicks up, all blood rushing south.
“You sure? Because I can put that mouth to good use if you need me to.”
I swallow hard and my gaze drops down their body. Night is falling now, the road dark and empty around us. I have a choice to make… Open my mouth, or keep it closed.
I shrug. “Was just thinking about how you almost fell on your ass in front of—”
Hayden growls, and their hand shoots out to wrap around my throat, pushing me into the seat. They lean over, invading my space, and I suck in a breath of their underlying rosemary scent. It’s a fresh kick that heightens the spicy notes of Siobhan’s chai, which still hovers in the air around us.
“Get out of the fucking car,” Hayden growls.
They disappear on a whirl of Palo Santo and rosemary, their scent strengthening in anticipation and lust. Mine swirls up to match it, bonfire smoke creating a heady backdrop to the combined scents of Siobhan and Hayden.
My cock is so hard it feels like a steel rod in my pants, rubbing painfully against the confines of my jeans.
I fling the door open and step out, barely getting it closed before Hayden throws me back against it.
They attack my lips, biting and licking, and I moan into their mouth.
“Pants off,” they say between kisses, devouring my mouth and then moving down my neck.
I shiver beneath their demanding touch, and fumble with their zipper.
Losing patience, they growl again, low in the back of their throat, muttering curses in Spanish as they rip my pants down my legs, then do the same with their own.
They spin me around to face the car and pull my hips out so I’m forced to bend over with my hands against the roof.
“How much prep do you need, mi amor?” Their breath is hot against my ass, and my hole clenches in anticipation.
“Not much.”
We’ve been fucking like rabbits lately. Our sex life was good before, but to say we’ve been more active since Hayden met Siobhan would be a vast understatement.
“Good.”
Hayden must have snagged the small bottle of lube from the console without me noticing at some point, because it drizzles down my crack—a cold slide that makes my skin jump until their warm fingers start working it into me.
“You come when I say and not a second sooner, understood?” Hayden demands, their voice a deep rasp behind me.
“Yes, sir,” I reply, cringing internally at how breathy my own low voice sounds.
And then they’re pushing into me, the head of their cock splitting me open. A slight burn, but I bear down and they slide in with one continuous thrust. Hayden stills when they’re fully seated, and we both pant into the crisp night air, but it only lasts a moment.
Two strong hands grip my hips, and I brace myself.
My arms flex just in time as Hayden pulls out, and then slams back in.
I grunt as the breath is forced from my lungs, only for them to do so again, and again.
Picking up speed until the whole car is shaking from the force of it and my muscles bulge with the strain of holding myself in place.
“So fucking hot,” Hayden pants behind me. I can picture their bristled jaw clenched, curls bouncing over their glasses as they fuck into me. “So hot and tight, a perfect fuck hole.”
I throw my head back at the words, clenching my own jaw in an effort to stave off my building orgasm. They kick my feet wider without breaking rhythm, and the new angle has them hitting my prostate with every thrust.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp. “Hayden.”
“No.” Their voice reverberates through me—an alpha bark.
My insides twist and I want to shout with frustration as my orgasm roils just beneath my skin.
My veins feel hot, my muscles straining nearly to the point of pain.
Hayden doesn’t relent, pounding into me with forceful strokes, the sound of flesh meeting flesh careening into the night.
My arms give out and I fall forward, catching myself on my forearms against the car windows.
My own sweaty, freckled face looks back at me.
Mussed blond hair and desperate hazel eyes.
“Now,” I gasp, a plea.
“NO.” A more forceful bark as their alpha dominance flares around us.
I shudder and my cock jerks, the tip leaking a continuous stream of precum. It drips into the dirt on the side of the road. Each powerful thrust from Hayden forces the air from my lungs, and it’s only when they pull back for a brief second that I can breathe.
“Hayden,” I pant. Everything is tingling, and my vision turns hazy at the edges. I’m not going to make it. “Alpha.”
“Fuck!” They roar and their hands clench on my hips. “Now, Jay. Come for me now.”
My body responds instantly, accepting his command before it fully registers in my brain.
My cock gets impossibly harder, as his does in my ass, and then I’m coming.
Pulse after pulse of pure ecstacy. My vision whites out and I drop my head against the window as I ride out the wave of euphoria.
Hayden’s thrusts slow until they’re gently rocking into me with a sigh.
Their hands appear next to mine, and then their chest meets my back.
My eyes are still closed, and I’m not sure if I can open them.
“Fuck,” Hayden murmurs, their cock jerking one last time inside me. All I can do is groan in response. Hayden chuckles and their chest vibrates against me, a soft, relieved sound. “You okay?”
I nod, not quite ready to open my eyes yet.
Their arms wrap around me, and despite their slightly smaller stature, I feel surrounded. Secure. Loved.
“Yeah,” I finally sigh. “I’m good.”
“Not too rough?”
I turn my head to face them, blinking my eyes open to meet their deep brown gaze.
“I can take it.” I offer a lopsided grin, the best I can manage right now, and it must look as sex-drunk as it feels, because they chuckle quietly.
They squeeze me tight for a moment, then let go and straighten, easing their way out of my body. I don’t bother moving, knowing they’ll grab one of the hand towels we keep stashed in the car.
When we’re both cleaned up and wearing pants again, Hayden wraps their hand around the back of my neck and gently pulls my forehead to theirs.
“Te amo, mi vida,” they murmur, then tilt forward and press their soft lips to mine.
I wrap my arms around them and pull their body flush against me, relishing the way we fit together and letting myself get swept away.
I float in the endless moment, and only when I start to pull away does Hayden follow suit.
“I love you too,” I say, returning their gorgeous smile with an exhausted one of my own.
Three days pass of driving my crew crazy. I attempt to do my job plus everyone else’s in an effort to take my mind off the pretty little omega. A task I’m doomed to fail at because I keep my shirt with her scent on it around my neck or tucked in my pocket at all times.
We’ve been texting, and I keep wracking my brain for other topics to ask her about without sounding like I’m interrogating her, but it’s not enough. My alpha is chomping at the bit, railing against my control, and I don’t know if I want to hold myself back anymore.
I ensure everyone is packed up and the site is covered for the night before heading to my truck, then I slump into the driver’s seat and tip my head back.
I snag my shirt with her barely-there scent and lift the crumpled mess to my nose, inhaling as deep as I can.
My eyes drift closed and my chest squeezes, want a throbbing ache beneath my ribs.
I picture her bright blue eyes, and imagine her excited voice from our foraging date.
The way her grin lit up the whole forest. Another breath in, and I’m feeling her pressed into my side with my arm banded around her, holding her tight to prevent her from falling into the bog alongside Hayden.
With my slow exhale, her nimble, ring-covered fingers dance over the foraging belt we gave her, tucking sticks and stones and tiny plant cuttings into the pockets.
My body settles as I replay it, my heart slowing to a steady thump in my chest. Her bright blonde hair glimmers under the dappled evening sun.
That sexy piercing in her nose glinting with every smile.
A beam of effervescent joy amid a darkening forest. A soft smile stretches across my face and my hand drops to the gear shift.
I’ve been debating what to get as her next courting gift, but I don’t know her well enough yet to come up with anything good.
I figure I can’t go wrong with girly stuff, though, and since I’m finally done working before all the downtown shops are closed, I quickly duck into one on my way home.
“What can I help you find?” the beta at the counter asks, correctly assuming I have no idea what I’m doing here.
“Yeah, uh.” I rub the back of my head, then cringe when some dried flakes of dirt and concrete drop onto the floor from my work clothes. “Sorry about that,” I mumble.
“No worries!” Her cheer doesn’t even sound fake.
“I’m looking for something for an omega I’m courting. I don’t know her that well yet. She’s kinda witchy?” I cringe at my poor description of the gorgeous omega.
“Okay. Witchy, huh? Like tarot, crystals, spells?”
I nod, and she meanders off towards the right side of the shop.
“I’ve got some body oils that are pretty popular.
All natural ingredients, ethically sourced.
We also have candles—most omegas like those—and some cute little house plants and pots if she’s more of a green witch type.
” She turns to look at me with her eyebrows raised.
I’m in the middle of picking up a book about earth witchcraft, which I figure will be helpful in getting to know more about her, when the expectation for an answer presses on me.
Am I supposed to choose from those options?
I don’t want Siobhan smelling like anything other than herself, but I would like to rub body oil on her…
“Do you have unscented of that oil stuff?” I ask, my voice coming out far too gruff. I tuck the book under my arm and grab a second one about tarot that was behind it, then snatch the third one which says something about the language of flowers.
The beta simply grins and raises her eyebrows at me. “Of course. Would you like shimmer or no shimmer?”
“Uh… Shimmer?”
“Excellent choice. Maybe a couple candles to go with it?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me and I jerk away, but thankfully she’s already turned to grab a couple before she can see my reaction. “Could be romantic.”
Huh. That does sound romantic.
“Uh, yeah. Do you have any that smell like bonfire or Palo Santo?”
“Sure, hun.”
“Oh, um,” I shift back a step, uncomfortable with what feels almost like flirting. “I’d prefer if you didn’t…”
“Hm?” She glances up at me, eyebrows raised, then holds out two candles for me to smell.
I gingerly take one, careful not to touch her fingers in the process. “Call me that,” I say, then cough at how strong the Palo Santo candle is. “Oh, that’s a lot. Maybe you have a lighter one? Or rosemary?”
“Gotcha. This?”
She passes me candle after candle, and I sniff until I find two that are fairly close approximations of mine and Hayden’s scents. But I’d like something a little more practical for now, before giving such a potentially intimate gift.
“How about any jewelry?” I remember she wears a lot of rings and bracelets, and the beta leads me over to a counter to peruse some options. “She likes crystals I think…” I murmur under my breath, not intending for her to overhear me.
“I can tell you what some of them mean if you want, so you can send the right message?” she offers.
“What? They have different meanings?” My hand hovers over a silver ring with a purple stone, and she nods, then proceeds to give me a boggling lesson on crystals and their hidden messages.