Chapter Eighteen
Kayson
The first thing Reid did when he entered the reception hall was to head straight to the open bar and order a vodka rocks.
Another thing I knew about him.
When the word mate came from my mouth, it wasn’t a mistake. I didn’t regret saying it, either.
Reid is my mate.
From the door, I watched him down another glass of the clear drink before turning to look at me. His cheeks reddened more and more by the second.
And then Reid, my mate, the omega I’d been waiting for, winked at me. Not a quick one, either, a slow, sexy wink that beckoned me in seconds.
I took off my jacket while I walked toward him. All of a sudden, the room was too hot.
“Eat or dance,” I said when I reached him.
“The food isn’t out yet,” he said, looking around.
“Dance, it is.” I took his jacket from him and placed both of ours on the back of my designated seat.
I needed to savor every last second with Reid.
Drink him up.
Let his touch burn me over and over.
We let one song end and then, at the beginning of the second, I turned to him, not wanting him to think that I’d forgotten my manners even for a fraction of a second. “Reid, may I have this dance?” My hand shook as I held it out to him.
“You may.” He loosened his tie before accepting my hand.
There could’ve been a thousand other people in the room, but I saw only him.
I put one hand on his slim waist and the other met his in the air, and I leaned in.
“I meant what I said, Reid. I meant it with every breath in me. There isn’t anyone else in this life who is my omega.”
“It’s a lot to take in.” He breathed the words into my neck, and I shuddered. At least he’d said something.
“It is. I’m sorry it’s a lot for you. But I’m not sorry it’s happening. What can I do to ease you?”
A million ideas swirled through my mind. Okay, not a million, just a few, and they all ended the same way.
“May I cut in?” The male voice broke me from our bubble. It was Knox, and his eyes were firmly trained on Reid.
What kind of jerk dances with his ex at his wedding.
“Um, sure,” Reid said, but not looking as sure as his voice suggested.
“You positive?” I asked.
Knox laughed and held his belly. “Don’t worry. I’m a taken man, and it looks like Reid is a taken man, too. Just a dance with an old friend. Don’t worry, Kayson.”
“Fine. I’m gonna be at the bar if you need me.”
The bartender must’ve seen my face because he already had a glass ready when I arrived. “What’ll it be?”
“Rusty Nail.” I only drank two alcoholic drinks. When I was upset or stressed, a Rusty Nail. When I was trying to have a good time, a whiskey sour.
“You got it.”
In seconds, the drink begged me to take it in, feel better in the time it would take for Knox to get done with my man.
I downed the drink in one swallow and tipped my chin at the bartender for another.
Reid and I might only have this one night.
Turning around to watch him, I grabbed the second drink, this time letting it swish around in my mouth, sip by sip while I watched them sway together. Reid looked relaxed, and Knox looked impatient. Knox’s eyes were on his bride, and Reid’s eyes were on me.
Maybe this was their goodbye.
I wondered if ours would look the same.
The song ended, and I left my drink to take my place with Reid again. The Righteous Brothers belted through the speakers. If we had a song, “Unchained Melody” would be it.
It had to be that song.
“I love this song. I love dancing to this song with you,” Reid said halfway through it.
“I do, too. There’s a lot of things I love about this moment, including you.”
He pulled back abruptly, looking at me, testing the truth in my words and whether or not it reflected in my stare. I hoped to God it did because I meant those words with every cell in my body. Our forms brushed together with the rhythm of the song, my cock growing harder by the second. I needed to be inside him.
“Let me show you.” I grabbed his hand, leading him off the dance floor. There was absolutely nothing appropriate about what I had in mind.
“Where are we going?” Reid finally spoke after we had left the room where the reception was being held and headed down a staff-only hallway. One of the benefits of setting up for events here was learning all the secret nooks and crannies.
“I know a place,” I bantered as I turned into what to a random person would look like a closet, but I knew to be the back staircase to the second-floor storage area.
“A stairwell?”
“I couldn’t very well do this on the dance floor, could I?” And before he could ask me what I was talking about, I dropped to my knees, fumbling with his zipper as if it were some newfangled device. My need was so heavy, just the task of getting the button through its hole became a challenge. I needed to scent him, taste him, make him mine.
I faintly heard a thud as I finally got his pants open and pushed them down. If I were a betting man, I’d have put all I had on it being his head hitting the wall, for it coincided with my first brush against his bare, very hard and impressive cock.
My tongue popped out. I needed to taste him, and as I licked him from root to tip, swirling around to gather the drop of pre-cum there, his moan of pleasure had me losing any preconceived notion I’d had to tease him slowly and draw out his pleasure.
One more swipe along the tip and I was taking him in my mouth as far as I could manage. He was gifted, and I couldn’t manage all of him, but he responded to me as if I had. Good omega. Mine.
I pulled back, popping off the tip and instantly mad at myself for letting him go so quickly. I took him in my mouth again and began to bob, sucking in my cheeks as I journeyed back to the tip before beginning again, my fingers dancing around his eager hole, yet not breaching it as I brought him closer and closer to release. My other hand pressed against my cock, trying to relieve some pressure. I wanted so badly to twirl him around and sink into him, but this was not the place. It was risky enough doing what we were. We could be caught at any moment.
I kept my ministrations up, savoring every moan, gasp, and mumble I earned from him, until he was spurting down my throat just as some voices echoed behind the closed door.
I stood a little too quickly, almost tripping as I yanked his pants up and feebly attempted to tuck his shirt in.
“Your turn.” His sated voice had me so desperately wishing that were true.
“Sadly, we have company,” I mumbled into his ear as I scented him deeply.
“What?” Reid gasped as the door opened and in fell two very preoccupied wedding guests. “Oh.”
Oh, indeed.