Chapter 5
Maverick
I wake with a groan, rubbing my hand down my face and grimacing at my overgrown beard.
It desperately needs a shave, but I doubt I want to do that this morning.
I don't want to do anything, and I've felt that way for a while now. I love the ranch, and I never want to do anything but continue building on the legacy of my family, but I have to admit I’m starting to feel the strain.
I've never felt as alone as I did when I took over for my father and put him up in the community home.
It was for his own good, but it weighs on my heart.
Glancing at the red-lit numbers on my nightstand, I heave a heavy sigh, knowing I have to get up and start getting ready for the day.
Last night comes back to me in pieces, the way I traveled to the town's bar and ran into one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.
An omega at that. Trouble if I've ever seen it in person, but despite that…
I want nothing more than to drive into town and find her.
The morning seems colder, more lonely, just by not being in her presence.
My chest aches a little, and I rub at it.
I've never felt this way. So distracted and I barely know the woman.
This is exactly what I was worried about when they said there were new omegas in town.
I never saw myself settling down, but something deep down told me I was meant to be with an omega, someone like her who looks like a princess and has the spunk of a warrior.
I saw the way her hand curled around something when I walked up, she was going to fight, and I'm not ashamed that it made me hard.
I'm not looking to get into a relationship, but I don't think I'm strong enough to stay away from her. There's no amount of overthinking that could convince me not to speak to her one more time, and that scares me.
As far as I remember, I never gave a second thought to most of the women I dated or had flings with.
They could have walked away at any moment, and I would have let them without a fight.
But her… I think I'd go a little insane if she just up and disappeared.
The urge to go and check is riding me hard, but I stay put in my bed.
I know she works at Sweet Whiskey. Tracy wouldn't just give anyone a job.
It soothes some of the impatience inside me, but I still have to get through the rest of the day.
Hopefully it doesn't run too long and I'll be able to make it in to see her, and hopefully she's working.
"Fuck," I moan. Since when did I become…
What did those ranch hands call it? Simping.
A simp for the pretty, young, golden-haired omega that just showed up in my town.
There's that urge again to abandon my responsibilities and get another glance at her.
I don't even know what she smells like, and that doesn't sit right with me.
I only know how amazing she looks in jeans and a tight black t-shirt.
Never seen a normal waitress uniform look so good on someone.
The thought of peeling those jeans and t-shirt off her has heat zapping down my spine and straight into my lap.
If I have to wait all day to see her, I might as well let myself indulge…
"Fuck it," I whisper and adjust my position on the bed, sliding my hand into my sweats to yank them down.
My cock springs out, thudding against my stomach, and I don't think twice before curling my fist around my shaft.
It's been a long minute since I've done anything, not feeling the urge as often when the days are long and hard at the ranch.
As long and hard as my coc—I shake my head, embarrassed by my own joke.
Instead, I focus back on the blonde from last night.
The way her golden curls framed her gorgeous face when she turned toward me.
Her beauty nearly knocked me on my ass the way the trash nearly took her out.
I grimace, squeezing my eyes shut. Something is severely wrong with me, cracking jokes when I'm trying to jack off.
Blowing out a breath, I remember how I felt when I saw her.
The way something inside me was immediately drawn to her, and not just her beauty.
A permanence settled in my soul, a definite knowledge that she's mine.
My cock throbs at the thought of making that claim known to the world.
I tighten my fingers, stroking my shaft as I imagine how the blonde would look before me.
On her knees, presenting her gorgeous cunt to be filled with my knot.
My breath catches, stalling in my lungs as I tug harder on my cock.
Yeah, she'd be perfect on my knot, so snug and warm.
The perfect position to take my bite on her shoulder too.
My body tenses up, my toes curling as I raise my hips to meet my fist. I grunt as my balls draw up, and I think about how it would feel to dump my load inside her.
It's deplorable, but I don't feel ashamed as I come hard.
My cock jerks as thick ropes of white splash on my stomach, and I only think about how much better it would feel if it was in the omega haunting my mind.
I collapse back onto my pillow and gulp in quick pants.
My arm rests over my eyes, and I laugh a little.
How ridiculous that I went from getting up, determined to be the best ranch manager there is, to getting off on the hope of seeing the mysterious omega again.
I lean over, pick up my shirt from the floor, and wipe up my mess before heading to the bathroom and getting ready for the day.