“You better be wearing your ‘getting laid’ jeans.”

I was mid zip of my favorite jeans when Danny’s voice stopped me short. “All my jeans are getting laid jeans.”

His imposing figure filled my doorway as he came into my room for an inspection. With disappointment in his eyes, he sighed heavily. “No, they aren’t. Take those off.”

“What’s wrong with these?” I buttoned the fly and took a few steps back to look at myself in the mirror. “I look good.”

Danny opened my pants drawer and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans that I rarely wore. “Those are fine for grocery shopping, but not for the bar. These,” he held up the pants he’d pulled out for me, “will get you some ass. Change.”

Annoyed, I looked straight in his eyes as I unzipped my jeans and shoved them off my hips until they pooled at my feet.

He glanced down at my naked dick and rolled his eyes. “Dude, a little warning next time.” He held his hand out in front of his eyes as if he were trying to shield himself from my nakedness.

I shrugged. “What can I say? These are my getting laid underwear.”

Danny laughed as he tossed the jeans to me and left my room so I could finish getting ready. Part of me didn’t really want to go out, but an even bigger part of me knew Danny was right. I really did need to get laid. For the past six months, I’d been in a bit of a dry spell. Not for lack of opportunities but just because I hadn’t been in the mood. But whether my mind was in the mood or not, my body had needs. An alpha needed to blow his knot on a regular basis or tension began to build up. If I didn’t find the energy to bury myself inside an omega soon, I’d be a surly asshole to everyone I crossed paths with. That’s the real reason I agreed to this little get together Danny planned at The Fallen Nut.

He’d invited all of our buddies out to get me drunk and laid. Of course, those two things didn’t always go together, but I was game to at least try.

It was my birthday after all.

* * *

We got to the bar early enough to secure two large tables in the middle of the room. There were six of us, but we left a couple chairs open in case one of us met someone and wanted to invite them to join us. Of course, if I met anyone, having them sit down with my buddies would be the last thing on my mind. I had a few goals in mind and making a new friend wasn’t one of them.

As expected, Danny put me at the head of the table, so I had a full view of my friends as we all downed our first two shots. But I also had a clear view of every person who came in and out of the bar. There were a few groups of omegas lingering near the bar and at tables, but none really stood out to me. At least, not enough to get me out of my chair and on the prowl. Not until I locked eyes with a sweet ginger as he passed by with a mean-looking alpha.

The omega was wearing a green polo that fit his lithe body snugly and brought out the green hues in his eyes to the point that they almost glowed, even in the dim bar lighting. I could tell he was trying not to look at me as his alpha dragged him across the bar to a table in the corner.

But he did look at me.

And it wasn’t just a passing glance. He actually did a double-take when his eyes met mine. A shiver raced down my spine and my breath hitched at the intensity I saw reflecting back at me. Before I could stand and move toward him, he was whisked away by his alpha.

A rock formed in my belly when I realized he had an alpha. This beautiful man with citrus gold hair was taken...but he was still looking at me with eyes that just wouldn’t quit. And when he licked his lower lip, I had to press my fist into my lap to keep my cock from poking right through the damn skinny jeans Danny made me wear.

“Roll your tongue back up or see if they’ll take a third.” Mikey slapped my shoulder and slipped another shot in front of me. “Cuz this is just embarrassing.”

I forced my eyes away from the omega I wanted to look at and back to the group of alphas trying to support me for my birthday. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s do this.”

The shots went down smooth, and then I was on my feet with Danny on one side and Jason on the other, dragging me to the dance floor to shake my ass while trying to forget about the one that got away before I ever even had him.

* * *

Dancing when I’m drunk is a great distraction.

Two cute omegas wrapped their tight little bodies around me for three songs before I had to kiss their cheeks goodbye to visit the little alphas room. And no, that’s wasn’t me being cute. That’s what the sign on door said. Little alphas room and big omegas room. It was some kind of inside joke between the two owners of The Fallen Nut that I never bothered to ask about. I’d been going to this bar since I turned twenty-one because it was the only place in Oak Grove that had twenty-five different beers on tap.

Usually, I could get through half of them in a night, but I was on a strict shots-only diet for the evening. That was the tradition for birthday boys with my group of friends, and I wasn’t about to trample tradition. On the way back to my table, I took a detour so I could pass right by the ginger omega who I’d caught watching me all night. Of course, the reason I caught him watching me was because I couldn’t stop myself from watching him.

As if he knew I was coming, his back straightened and his head whipped around toward me. His alpha had been holding his hand in the center of the table, but the cute omega yanked his hand free as he watched me walk by. That pull in my gut almost drew me directly to his side, but Jason appeared beside me before I could take a step, slipping his arm around my waist and steering me back toward the bar. “Okay, birthday boy. Now it’s time for a blow job.”

I let Jason guide me away, but I strained my neck to keep my eyes on my omega until a group of people behind me blocked my view.

“Blow job. Blow job. Blow job.” The crowd chanted as a hot bartender in barely-there booty shorts slipped a full shot glass inside the waistband of his shorts and leaned back against the counter.

This was another one of those birthday traditions I couldn’t get out of. I turned back toward my omega one last time before my friends started singing Happy Birthday to me. Before they got to the last line, I placed both hands on the hips of the bartender, dragged my tongue down the center valley of his washboard abs, and sucked the full rim of the glass into my mouth.

Grabbing a drink with my lips and swallowing it down without using my hands wasn’t exactly the kind of blow job I’d planned to participate in on my birthday but the only omega I was interested in was already spoken for, so this would have to suffice.

Who needed birthday sex anyway?