Chapter 5
Chapter five
Ricky
Sometimes, being a beta wolf made me feel…
irrelevant. Alphas were leaders and omegas were caretakers.
Sometimes they were breeders, too, contributing to the next generation.
Betas were not quite as strong as Alphas, not as nurturing as omegas.
So when King singled me out to help protect the pack? I was proud.
My club jacket named me as Sergeant at Arms, the enforcer, but this task felt like I was actually fulfilling the role.
Glancing at Fin to see if he was proud of me, I saw an odd look in his eyes. Was it judgement? Fin looked at me like I was too immature. Did he think I was going to let the pack down? No. I was going to prove him wrong.
“Rel, we should head home,” I stood from the table and my friend nodded. Despite his insistence he napped his shift away, Rel still needed sleep. Looking toward Fin, I caught his green eyes in my gaze. “But we should discuss logistics first.”
Fin gave me a wary glance before mumbling and standing up, “It can wait until tomorrow.”
“No, it can’t,” I insisted, stepping toe-to-toe with him. “We don’t know when old Jed will kick the bucket.”
“He’s right,” Merle King agreed, rolling into the room. He likely heard the whole conversation from his bedroom around the corner. “Best to make a plan sooner rather than after it happens.”
“Alright.” Fin cleared his throat. “I’ll meet you back at the shop?”
“Your bike is here. I’ll ride bitch,” I told him while grinning.
“Don’t let Channing hear you use that term,” Riley called out with a laugh from where he was doing dishes.
“Fine, pillion,” I amended.
“You’re not wearing a shirt or shoes,” Fin grumbled but started heading to the door.
Calling our goodbyes, I followed him to the porch and down the ramp to the bikes.
Fin had a classic, black, Harley-Davidson Dyna Wide Glide in an old-school chopper style.
With a big, flat seat, forward controls, and a drag bar, it was a gorgeous bike suited to his tall frame.
I’d wanted to ride on the back with him for a decade since he bought it and I first developed my crush.
“Take my jacket and helmet so you don’t get road rash if we crash,” Fin’s deep voice interrupted my thoughts and I looked up to see him holding his leathers in one hand and the open-faced helmet in the other.
“You’d let us crash?” I teased, plopping the helmet on my head before taking the jacket from him.
With anyone else in a motorcycle club, wearing his jacket would be a significant moment. With Fin, I had to assume he was being overprotective like the dad he was. I didn’t want him to see me like a kid he needed to coddle.
Fin rolled his eyes and threw his leg over the bike. “I wouldn’t, but I don’t know what you might do.”
Pulling the jacket on and climbing on behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned in. “Does this mean we’re going steady?”
Instead of answering me, he revved the engine and stood the bike up.
Without warning, we skidded out on the gravel driveway leading to the paved portion of the road.
It was a short drive down to his shop, but I reveled in the feeling of his body heat through the thin T-shirt Fin wore against my bare chest.
It would be even better if we were both naked.
Stopping behind the shop, Fin parked his bike facing the little house where I’d given him a blow job before embarrassing myself. The same house he raised Rowen in. Fuck, what was I doing with this crush?
Reluctant to let him go, I knew I had to get off first. If only I was getting off another way. Standing and removing the helmet, I watched Fin set the kickstand before looking at me. His eyes lingered on my bare chest before dipping down to the erection tenting my loose shorts.
“See something you like, Alpha?” I asked, running a finger along my lower abdomen, fully expecting him to reject me again.
So it was a shock when Fin pushed me against the nearest wall, pinning me in place.
His breathing was shallow and fast as he looked down at me.
The moon was the only light besides the glow from the security light that bled from the front of the building.
Still, I could see better than most, and his green irises were almost eclipsed by his dark pupils.
“You do,” I tried teasing, but it came out breathless. I couldn’t pretend I was unaffected, either. Arching towards him, my dick met his thigh and I felt his hardness against my lower stomach. Groaning, I pressed into him. “Fuck, you want me, too.”
“Shut up,” Fin growled, grabbing the lapels of his jacket. When I thought he was going to tear it off of me and walk away, he pulled me closer, and then his lips were on mine.
Too surprised, I didn’t react at first. His entire presence was dominating, the rough stubble against my own facial hair abrasive in the best way. When he started to pull back, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in.
Licking at the seam of my mouth, I opened for him.
Fin growled low in his throat when his tongue touched mine.
Warmth spread out from my face to my head, making me dizzy with lust. Or it was all the blood rushing to my dick and balls.
Rutting against him, I wondered if we could get off like this, dry-humping like teenagers.
Moving one hand to my throat, Fin squeezed just enough to hold me in place while the other hand cupped the back of his head as he delved deeper.
Licking at the roof of my mouth, I moaned at the unfamiliar contact.
I didn’t know if anyone had ever done that before, but it felt good.
Like he wanted to map every inch of me with his tongue.
If he let me, I’d lick Fin from head to toe. Hell, I’d get on my knees right here and worship his cock again. It didn’t matter that we were only one building away from the main road in town. That anyone could walk up and catch us like this.
Wanting Fin for almost half my life meant I’d do anything to make this last longer.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t on the same page. When I tried reaching for his fly to take his dick out, Fin pushed back, leaving me bereft.
“What are we–we can’t do this here,” Fin looked around, like he just noticed we were outdoors, less than a hundred feet from the public.
“We could go inside,” I gestured towards his house against the hill. “I have it on good authority there’s a bed in there.”
“No. We can’t. I won’t–” Fin stepped back and thrust his hands into thick, dark hair I wanted to run my fingers through. “You should go.”
“Even if we’re not continuing the fun,” I sighed, stepping towards him. “We need to plan for the bears.”
“No, I don’t want you–” Fin’s words had my heart sinking. He swallowed and looked at a spot over my head. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Whatever,” I bit out, taking his jacket off and tossing it onto the seat of his bike.
When I started to walk away, he called out, “You’re barefoot.”
Breaking into a jog, I grumbled under my breath, “Like you care.”
Shifting to run home through the woods after I crossed the street, I wanted to put as much space between us as possible. When was I going to realize Fin would only bring me heartache and sexual frustration?