I woke up sore in the best of ways and a rush of memories from the night before flooded my brain. Sure, I’d been with an alpha before and a beta and another omega for that matter—I didn’t judge people by their designation, that just wasn’t me. But never in my life had I been knotted, always making sure we were disengaged before that occurred. It had always felt too intimate. But with Ren, I needed it to happen.

There was no logic or reason unto it. It was a raw need to be filled so completely by him. The man was such an interesting blend of math nerd and knight in shining armor and sweet romantic date and dirty talking sex god.

Rolling over to snuggle him, I was met with my bed. No warmth left on the space

told me all I needed to know. He was gone. He’d mentioned he had taken the day off early on in our date, and I’d taken for granted when we got naked that it meant he was spending the night. I’d been such a fool.

I climbed out of bed, padding off to the bathroom to take care of my morning business.

I grabbed some boxer briefs on the way out and was pleasantly surprised to see two shoes at the end of my bed—two shoes that did not belong to me. He was still there—or he stole my shoes.

Nope, mine were there too, right next to yesterday’s clothes which had been folded nicely.

Trying to not run and give away my zeal, I made my way out of the bedroom and into the living room where I saw the most glorious sight. Ren was putting together my bookshelf, or more accurately, he had put it together and was stacking the packing material in a neat pile.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Not that it wasn’t the sweetest thing I’d ever seen.

“It was either that or make you breakfast, and your house is in serious need of groceries.” He strutted over, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head. “Besides, I promised to help you last night.”

“Help? This is not helping. This is doing,” I countered. “But thank you. It is very much appreciated.”

“I was happy to do it.”

“I’d offer to make you breakfast, but...you saw the kitchen. You have off today?” I stepped out of his embrace, admiring the work he’d done on the shelf. Unless I’d missed something, he used all the pieces. The man was officially a magician. He hadn’t even woken me up with any cusses, which was pretty much how things went when I attempted such projects.

“I called in, yeah.” I noticed the way he worded his answer. He’d called in sick to spend the morning making my shelf. Not because the office was closed or he wasn’t on the schedule—he called in. This alpha knew how to woo.

“Well, in the town of Mapleville, we can get breakfast at the diner, drive to the outskirts of town and get a once-frozen-but-now-heated breakfast sandwich at the convenience store, or if it weren’t Monday, try the new bakery in town.” I was the worst host ever. “Or we could go to the grocery store and buy all the fixings for my world famous omelets—which are really only famous nowhere, but they are delicious.”

“I don’t know about you.” Ren came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he brought his lips to my ear. “But I think we should go to the store, buy enough food for a week, and just stayed holed up here good and naked.”

Damn. That sounded fine to me.

“I have to work tomorrow.” I sighed as I went through my mental file of work favors owed to see if there was any possibility of making Ren’s idea become reality.

“I do too, and this week is insanely busy. For the record though, my idea is very much better than adulting.” He began to nibble on my neck, giving me far better ideas than adulting as well.

I rotated in his arms until we were face to face. Bringing my arms around his neck, I took his lips with mine, needing to taste him with both of our cocks pressing against each other between far too much clothing. Our kiss broke as his stomach growled loud enough that I worried the neighbors heard.

“We should go get food,” I conceded. Not that leaving the house was anything close to what I had been wanting to do.

“I don’t think we should go before we shower.” His point was valid.

“We wouldn’t want to be in the diner or wandering the grocery store all stinky—that’s for sure.” I grabbed his hand, leading the way to my far-too-small-for-two shower. I needed to have that blasted thing upgraded.

“It’s not really big enough for two.” I turned on the water, grabbing towels from the cabinets. “You go first.”

“Hmmm.” He peered behind the curtain of my stall shower. “It is going to be a bit snug.” His shirt hit the floor, followed by his pants, and then his underwear. “You probably want these off first.” His finger ran the length of my boxers just at my belly sent a delicious shiver through my entire being. “Unless you don’t want to? No pressure.”

Sweet sexy alpha.

“Oh, I want to, but I do wish we had more room. I have so many ideas and far too little room.” I kicked off my boxer briefs. If he thought being mushed together in the space was the way to go, who was I to argue?

“Oh, naughty omega, tell me your ideas.” He pushed the curtain open, and I stepped inside with Ren immediately following. It was cramped—personal space not even close to a thing. Yet it was somehow perfect.

“My initial idea was to take you in my mouth.” His eyes hooded at my words and since there was no room to get on my knees and do just that without breaking something or drowning, I did the next best thing and wrapped my hand around his cock. “But as you see, that wouldn’t work.” I gave him one squeeze, knowing that with the water, I would need at least some suds to make the friction not unbearable.

“What else?” He grabbed the shampoo, and for a second, I thought he had read my mind, but instead of putting it on my hand, he twisted me around, after gently removing my hand from his erection, and began to wash my hair.

Sexiest. Fucking. Thing. Ever.

“Ummm, it’s hard to concentrate,” I confessed as I allowed myself to fall back into him, letting his body support mine as he massaged my head.

“Then don’t think. Just let me finish.” He kept working my hair, his erection pressed so firmly against me as mine stuck out, ready for any and all things. “If we had one of those showers like they have in the movies, we’d make love or fuck, whichever struck our fancy, as multiple shower heads kept our bodies warm and with a bench for support and leverage. But I’m fairly sure those only exist in movies.”

It was official—I needed to pick up extra shifts to afford a bathroom makeover.

“I love those little noises you make when you’re so turned on.” He tapped my head, indicating it was time to rinse. I stuck my head under the water.

His stomach growled again, and this time, mine joined in and we both cracked up.

“But since we’re both needing sustenance to continue, and both of us would have a difficult time dressing with these.” He directed me so that we were both standing face to face, our cocks once again brushing against each other before taking both of my hands in his—for it took both of his to reach around the circumference. “I might as well help us out.”

He slowly began to pump our cocks, and any shot at me giving a pithy response was gone as I became lost in the act. Frottage was not something I’d experienced before, and the feeling of his body so close to mine as his cock was nestled into the same warm hands was sensual in a way I never expected. It didn’t take long before we were both coming, our cream flowing as one down the drain.

An omega could get used to this.

“Time to get clean.” Ren grabbed the body wash as I still leaned against the back of the shower stall trying to recover.

“That was…”

“Only the beginning.” He winked at me as he popped the top of the body wash.

Turned out, he wasn’t even close to exaggerating.