Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Arbor
O utside of Hayes and the guy he’s training in the ring, there are only two or three people left in the gym. They seem to be packing to head out, but that’s merely a passing thought as my eyes migrate back to the show in the ring.
Sweat glistens on Hayes’s shoulder as he spins, tossing an elbow back at his opponent. The guy gets clipped in the jaw and snarls, slamming his hands into Hayes’s back.
I’m still a little too focused on Hayes’s sweaty tank top. It shows off the tattoos lining both muscular arms, and he pulls it up, swiping the sweat from his face.
I need to find a way to get my hands on that shirt before he can wash it.
“I’m heading out,” Matt calls from across the gym. “Actually, we’re all heading out.”
Hayes yanks out his mouth guard. “We’re done here too. Have a good night.” He and the guy he was working with pull off the wraps on their hands and climb out of the ring.
Hayes grins at me and waves with his free hand before heading over to his bag that rests on one of the nearby chairs. Even his curls are slicked with sweat and sticking to his forehead.
My nostrils flare, trying to pick up his pheromones in the air, but his scent is just out of reach.
I have to physically hold myself back from crossing the room and burying my face in his sweaty tank top. My system knows how delicious he smells under regular circumstances, and omegas are weird. We have an affinity for sweaty alphas.
I lick my lips, wondering if Hayes would let me lick him. He probably wouldn’t make a huge deal about it, especially if there was no audience.
Or you could just tackle him and tell everyone to get the hell out.
Hayes’s head tilts, and he looks over at me, almost like he can feel me staring. A slow smile crosses his face as he grabs the bottom of his shirt and dries his forehead once more.
All he’s doing is spreading the sweaty pheromones around at this point. The veins on his forearms stick out as he moves, and I take a staggering step forward.
“Hey, Tommy,” Hayes says, still keeping my line of sight. “You’re going to have to shower at home tonight, man. Get the fuck out.”
Tommy chuckles, glancing between us. “Copy.” He throws his gym bag over his shoulder and takes off for the door. “See ya next week. Have a good night, Arbor.”
“Y-You too,” I choke out as my mind races. I’ve never seen Hayes kick out clients before.
The alpha in question points at me. “Don’t move. I’ve got to lock the door.” He jogs off, and, once again, I can’t seem to stop perving on his muscular back. My gaze dips to his ass in those basketball shorts—holy shit. I’m on par with those creepy guys leering at women who are just trying to run on the treadmill.
Hayes makes it back while I’m still mentally berating myself. A bemused smile crosses his face, and hints of his dimples show under his thick beard.
The sides of my vision go hazy as he stands a foot in front of me, grinning mischievously.
I can’t be sure what happens next, but there’s a small possibility I launch myself at him. He catches me with a forearm under my ass, and I proceed to climb higher. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, a moan escaping as I brush my lips over his.
Hayes slams my back against the nearby wall and deepens the kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth. His pheromones are everywhere, making my head foggier with each gasping breath that I take around the kiss.
He uses the wall as leverage to keep me up and reaches between us, brushing the backs of his fingers over my leggings.
“Aww, fuck,” he growls, pinching my sex. “My head is a mess of alpha fog. My instincts keep screaming to…” He goes rigid. “I probably shouldn’t risk talking right now. It could ruin the moment, but fuck, Arbor. It feels like I’ve waited an eternity to be able to do this.” He teases his hand up my pelvis, under my dress, and dips into my leggings. His warm skin brushes my lower stomach before he tugs out the waistband of my panties and slips under those too.
He distracts me with a tantalizing kiss and stretches a finger down to circle my clit.
The way he catches my lower lip with his teeth makes me even slicker, and I fight against the begging that wants to escape.
Hayes has a shitload of muscles, and every single one seems to push against me in a way that makes me feel safe and confined. He pulls back with a dangerous grin. “The scent of your pussy is driving me fucking insane. Do you think you can handle my fingers?”
My head slams against the wall as I nod repeatedly.
Dammit.
Why am I not more coordinated?
He’s so sexy, it makes my brain ache.
I want him to feel the same way about me.
He chuckles. “You’re killing me here.” Unlike Morris, Hayes doesn’t bother with just one finger. He slides down, breaching me with two, and an embarrassingly loud moan escapes. “Fuck…” His head shakes. “You’re already slick.”
“Your pheromones are everywhere. Also, I realized it’s kinda hot to watch you train.”
He growls, dives for my mouth, and works his free hand between me and the wall.
Once I’m stabilized, he holds me to him and stomps toward his office while still fingering me.
It’s pretty impressive that he doesn’t miss a beat.
My back hits the leather of the small couch, but Hayes doesn’t stop ravishing my mouth at all as he follows me down.
“Fuck my hand, dirty girl. I want you to use me.” He makes sure his palm brushes my clit as he stretches his fingers, and the sensations are almost too much.
My body shakes under him as he grinds against my thigh.
It would be so much better if he was inside of me…
Wait, this isn’t just about me.
Plucking one of my hands from his neck, I work it between us and palm his erection over his basketball shorts. His cock pulses in my grip, and my inner walls clench, desperate to feel him inside me.
“I need you to come for me,” Hayes growls, changing the angle of his fingers.
I nod frantically. “I want that too…” Mostly incoherent begging follows as I focus on the full feeling and the way his chest presses against mine. “I want you !”
“You have me, Arbor. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I’m yours.” His words send a literal shiver through my body, and the part of my brain that is distinctly omega lights up.
He knows exactly how to soothe a feral omega.
We’re still dressed, and I wish I could feel every inch of his bare skin, but there will be time for that later.
My thumb traces his crown over the material of his shorts, and he brushes my G-spot. The noises I make assure him he’s doing a great job.
Pleasure builds violently under my skin as my abdomen cramps, and I curl toward him, sobbing as my climax rips through me.
“That’s it, gorgeous, soak me in your slick.” He continues stretching and twisting his fingers as my body shakes. “Make a mess of me. Mark me as yours. I want everyone to know who I belong to.”
The euphoria goes on for so long that it’s almost painful. I’m not sure when I closed my eyes, but they pop open to find Hayes watching me intently.
He guides me through a slow, tender kiss and pulls his hand free of my leggings as he moves to kneeling. I’m shocked to see he’s been holding himself up with a knee between mine and the other wedged into the cushions on the back of the couch.
Hayes bites his lip and gives a look I can’t quite decipher. “Now, are you good? All settled, or are you going to let me inside you?”
My core clenches around nothing and everything gets hazy, except for that sexy expression on his face. “That one…I mean, number two. Please!”
He groans, plucking his tank top off with a hand at the back of his neck.
It’s unreal how many muscles he has.
I would trace them with my tongue if he would let me.
Yep, I would lick him a lot.
Repeatedly.
Bury my face in his sweaty skin, and…
He hops off the couch, kicks out of his shoes, and finally helps me out of mine. All while I stare at the wet spot of precum on his shorts.
I could probably lick the material and it would taste like him.
Ohmigod.
I’ve got full-on foggy omega logic going on.
Hayes pulls me up and helps me out of my dress. “Can I take off the bra too?”
My head shakes. “Can I leave it on? I’ll leak, and the replacement pads are in the diaper bag.” I pull my hand to cover my burning cheeks, but he tugs it away.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He nods at his shorts. “I’m leaking, too, but you can keep the bra. I want you to be comfortable.” He removes my panties and leggings before bending down to strip out of his socks.
I ended up leaning against the edge of the couch, kinda up but still lying across it. Hayes brings my feet to the ground, tosses himself down on the other side, and pulls down his shorts and boxer briefs.
As his thick cock bounces against his lower stomach, I hear myself whimper before I pounce.
Hayes catches my elbow and hip, and instead of letting me put his dick in my mouth, he brings me to rest over his lap. My leg slams against the arm of the couch, and he scoots to the middle cushion.
“So, I was about to say, If you want this, you’re going to need to come to me .” He chuckles, palming my ass. “That’s handled, but I feel like I should ask about birth control before anything else?—”
“I got the shot. It’s already effective, according to the doctor.” My hands dig into his shoulders, and he uses his hold on my ass and hip to grind me over the underside of his shaft.
“Perfect.”
I’m a little afraid that if I don’t get this moving, I’ll start to wonder how he’s even attracted to me when he saw me give birth. Not to mention, my body doesn’t look anything like it did before getting pregnant.
He cradles the back of my head with his huge palm, then he kisses me senseless all over again.
Luckily, Hayes is an incredible kisser. Not only that, he manages to make it feel like he’s completely in control, even though I’m on top of him.
My tits ache, my pussy throbs, and I whine. There’s a foggy, disconnected feeling that I would stress about if I didn’t know I’m one-hundred-percent safe with Hayes.
I reach between us as he fucks his tongue into my mouth. Flattening my hand on the top of his dick, I raise up on my knees, point his crown to my opening, and sink down before I can stress about if it’ll hurt.
Alpha cock is a whole lot more intimidating than a finger or two. A minor twinge of pain hits, but Hayes palms my head, and I breathe through it.
“Tell me you’re okay,” he murmurs, nuzzling his cheek to mine.
“Yeah, I think I am.” I nod and test how it feels to rise and fall. The stretch is intense, but I tease my clit, and that helps. My other hand stays on his shoulder to stay balanced.
Hayes nips at my lips and helps lift me with his huge hand on my ass. He’s so hard, and his muscles are tense, like maybe he’s having to hold himself back from thrusting.
“I’m good.” They’re not empty words either, but I make the mistake of pulling back to look between us and groan. “Holy shit, you’ve got a lot of dick left.”
He laughs, making his shoulders bounce. “It’s not a race. Hell, think of this more like the warm-up round. You don’t need to take more than you’re comfortable with.”
Is he joking?
My system wants his knot almost more than I want my next breath. I’m just not sure this is the position to make that happen. “Can you do it?”
“You want me to take over?”
Ehh, that wasn’t exactly what I meant, but my whole body feels warm and floaty, so I settle for nodding. Making coherent sentences is too much work.
Hayes plants his feet on the floor and moves both hands to my ass. He pulls my cheeks apart a little and thrusts, only to bring them back together once he’s deep inside me.
“Hayes, that’s unreal,” I groan, falling to rest against his chest. I might be on top of him, but his torso is much longer than mine that my face rolls around his shoulder.
My tits ache, and the feeling of my milk letting down makes me freeze.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I get to work teasing my clit again, and my inner walls ripple.
“Shit,” he grunts, bucking even deeper on the next thrust. “That’s a completely new feeling, and it’s fucking incredible.”
I nod against his skin, sucking down deep hits of his pheromones. “More! Please, I need more of you.”
“Fuck…” He growls, standing with his cock still impaled inside of me. He lifts me off him, and I’m so dazed, I fall back against the couch as he sets me down.
That also wasn’t what I was asking for.
I need to get better at my communication skills.
Hayes kneels in front of the couch and wraps his hands around my hips, tugging me until my pussy hangs over the edge of the cushion.
As he fists his cock, I dig my teeth into my lower lip. He’s still wet with my slick, which satisfies some deep part of me. Lining up his crown at my opening, he thrusts. My top half bows toward him, and his hand flexes on my hip.
“You are such a fucking dream. So tight and warm…” He works a hand into my hair at the base of my skull and pulls me up even farther. “You see that, gorgeous? See your pussy sucking down every inch? It’s doing my fucking head in.”
I moan, nodding wildly.
There’s a thick vein on the side of his dick that I intend to trace with my tongue the next time I get the chance.
“Work your clit for me!” he barks.
My hand flies between us, but I barely get to tease my swollen nub when euphoria cascades through my system. I thrash as electricity zips through my nerve endings, making me shiver.
Hayes flexes just right, slamming his tip against my G-spot, and I lose any ability to stay quiet.
“ Fuck , I’m there.” He gets even harder and freezes. “Get ready, gorgeous, I’m about to fuck every drop of my cum as deep as I can get in your slick little pussy.” His satisfied groan makes me shiver. “Keep wringing my cock, just like that .”
I’m still blissed out, but I want this to rock his world, like he just did mine.
I dig my feet into his ass and do my best to grind out every drop of his hot cum. The look he shoots my way almost sends me over the edge again, but he releases my hair and cradles my skull as he lowers my back to the couch.
Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that expression on a man’s face before. It’s almost reverent , stealing all the air from my lungs.
“Damn, Arbor.” His chest heaves, and he brushes his nose against mine. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I agree, struggling to catch my breath.
That was everything.