Chapter Nine
Reid
We couldn’t get out of there fast enough—I couldn’t, anyway. The night was amazing and romantic and fun, but we were in his aunt’s house. An aunt who brought home her date and told us not to rush because they were going upstairs to work off dinner. No. Just no.
“Is she always like this?” I asked as we got out the front door, far away from the noises I tried to pretend were not, in fact, sex noises.
“She’s never shy, if that’s what you mean.” He just shook his head and, really, what were the other options.
“My place or yours?” Kayson asked me, as he took my hand.
“I thought you lived here.” He’d never said he had, but I’d assumed. I knew better.
“No, just wanted to treat you to a nice dinner, and this town is hurting for nice places to eat.”
We walked down the steps and toward the car, hand in hand. The sweet gesture was belly fluttering and new and had me thinking all the things I shouldn’t, given the time limit to this whatever it was we were doing.
“It was delicious.” It had been, too. Delicious and entertaining and smexy all rolled into one.
“So, my place or yours?” Kayson repeated his question as we got to the car, where he immediately had my back against the car and his body pressed against mine, his lips brushing mine as he spoke.
“Whichever is closest—” I let out before giving in to the temptation that was his lips. I reluctantly broke our kiss, needing to get someplace where we could be relieved of our clothing.
“The hotel,” he answered after we were settled into the car. “My house is about a half mile past it.”
“Then hotel it is,” I agreed as he drove faster than was legal, but nowhere near fast enough for me. It was all I could do not to run my hands up and down his thigh, just grazing his cock to set him even more aflame, but self-preservation won out, and I sat on my hands until we arrived at the hotel, safe and sound.
We didn’t exactly run to my room, but no one seeing us would describe us as walking, either.
I fumbled with the key—who has keys at hotels anymore?—and found myself inside my room, my back pressed against the now-closed door, and Kayson deliciously pressed up against me.
“I have been waiting for this forever,” he mumbled before kissing my neck, exploring the spot where my scent was the strongest and nearly knocking me on my knees.
“We only met today,” I teased and was rewarded with a nibble on my neck. The rest of my taunt fell away.
He worked his way back up to my ears, murmuring, “Tell me you don’t feel the same,” before he nibbled there, as well. He was a nibbler. Hot fucking damn.
“I do,” I moaned as his teeth went back to grazing my neck. I’d never known how much of an erogenous zone my neck was. “Too many clothes.” I reached down to unbutton his pants as he pulled back enough to tug off his shirt.
I went straight for his bare chest, kissing, nibbling, licking, and sucking as my hands finished the job of opening his pants and pushing them down. He stepped out of the legs, my mouth never leaving his delectable body as he was finally naked.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Kayson was tapping on my head, but breaking away from him was more than a challenge, it was impossible. His hands came to my cheeks helping direct my face to his, his eyes hooded and the scent of his lust pouring off him. Sexiest. Sight. Ever.
“Clothes. Off. Now,” he all but grunted, and I immediately replied, standing with him completely naked, cock bobbing up and down before him within a minute flat. “Much better.”
And like that, he was pressed against me, kissing me with such fervor, such intensity that all I could do was feel.
As the back of my knees hit the mattress, I realized we were moving and allowed myself to fall back. Kayson’s lips never left mine as we scooched back until both of us were completely on the bed, our bodies pressed together, our cocks side by side, waiting for more. Heck, I was waiting for more.
“I need your knot,” I almost demanded when our kiss broke, my words barely audible, my breath so shallow. “I need it.” I was begging, and I could give two shits.
“Condom?” he asked, and I froze beneath him. Shit. Fuck me sideways and call me Larry.
“I don’t have one.” My head dropped back on the comforter.
“No, do… Do we need it?”
Hallehfreakingluiah.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Why did he have to ask all the hard questions, which were basically any questions that weren’t can I knot you at that moment in time. “I’ll take your look of panic as a yes.”
And then he did the unthinkable and got off the bed.
I let out a whimper. I had no shame.
“Hold on there, sexy, I’m just getting ready for you. Are you ready for me?”
I heard him fumbling with his pants but couldn’t see him from my angle.
“I asked you a question. Are you ready for me? How is your hole. Check it.”
Holy. Shit. He made searching his pockets for a condom the sexiest thing ever.
I reached down and found my hole slick, just as I knew it would be.
“So very.” I gave him my assessment as he crawled back on the bed. “I want to see you,” I let out far too meekly. He was all telling me exactly what he wanted, and there I was barely able to let him know I wanted to be face-to-face.
“Perfect,” he agreed as he crawled up my body, tapping my thighs apart and pushing my knees toward my head so he could get a good look at what I was offering him. “So fucking perfect.”
Instead of getting inside me like I had been begging him, he leaned down, allowing him to take my cock in his mouth. I nearly came with that first suck, my body quaking inside his mouth.
“So responsive,” he praised before descending again, this time as his finger danced around my slick hole.
He continued to work my cock as his fingers teased, but never breached my entrance. How I wasn’t shooting down his throat instantly would forever remain a mystery.
“Now,” I gasped, needing more of him. “Teasing later. Knotting now.”
He slowly, far too fucking slowly, kissed his way up my body. “Demanding little omega. Asking for what you need. Sexy as sin.” And as he spoke, he slid slowly inside me, filling me just as I had needed.
“Yes,” I hissed.
He kissed me soundly before he started to move, slowly at first, increasing his speed as I matched him movement for movement. He fit me so perfectly, as if I was made for him and he for me. I was so close to coming, trying to hold back and savor the moment, but completely unable to do so.
“I can’t—I can’t—”
“Come for me, my omega. Show me how much you want me.”
Somehow, his permission had me letting go and shooting cum all over my chest as he sped up, following me shortly thereafter before crashing his lips to mine, my cum pressed between us as his knot grew.
“Best sex ever,” I admitted as his head fell beside mine, both of us completely spent.
“Agreed,” he whispered, his breath slowing.
We lay like that, not talking, both of us in a half-sleepy state until his knot subsided and we separated.
“Stay,” I whined as he started to get up.
“You couldn’t get me away from you if you tried,” he teased before kissing my nose. “I need to get rid of the— Fuck.”
“What?” I sat up, not liking the sound of his panic.
“The condom is empty.”
“Shit. I’m sorry.” Of course it wasn’t as good for him as it was for me. Such is my freaking life. “I thought you came.” I let my head flop down on the pillow.
“Oh, I came harder than I ever have before.”
I looked up at him, trying to figure out what I was missing.
“It’s not empty because there was no deposit.” He looked down at his now-softening cock.
“It broke.” Understanding finally dawned on me.
“Or has a hole.”
I did a quick timeline in my head of when I’d had my last heat. It had been long enough ago that a new one was on the horizon, but not close enough I brought my suppressants. We were fine. Nothing could have happened. No babies here. I hoped. Hoped-ish.
The sick part of me wouldn’t have minded if I had gotten pregnant. I’d been feeling my biological clock for many months now, which was the only reason I could explain the temporary insanity that was my Maybe I should move in with Topher, lapse in judgement.
“I should be fine,” I reassured as he got back from disposing of the useless condom. I patted the bed for him to join me. He just stood there like a deer in headlights.
“I’m so sorry.” His sincerity was overwhelmingly sweet. He was a keeper. Why did he have to live so many hours away?
“Never. Ever. Apologize for sex that amazing. It ruins things. It will be fine. I’m not even in heat.” I patted the bed beside me again. “Now, hurry up and get back to bed. I’m a big-time cuddler, and I need your arms wrapped around me.”
This time, he complied.