Omega Night was always the biggest night of the week. I wasn’t one of those alphahole club owners who plied omegas with free drinks to make them easier prey for the alphas, but I did offer half price appetizers and the promise of a grade-A security team, and that seemed enough to bring in the business.

“Another of that local one you have on tap that I liked,” some man I only vaguely remembered called across the bar. We only had two local beers on tap so, based on the five in his hand, I hedged my bet it was the cheaper one. I got it ready as the scent of cinnamon and allspice set my senses on high alert and my cock at full attention. I scanned the area, finding him quickly, and delivered the beer to the guy before heading back to where Ethan was perched across the bar.

“Long time no see.” I leaned into the bar so I could hear him without him feeling the need to shout. Lily was working the bar with me and slapped my ass as she went by, her not so subtle hint for me to get some ass.

“You’re seeing me now.” He closed his eyes shaking his head once before opening them again. “That sounded far less lame in my head.”

“What are ya drinking?” I asked. I pushed off of the bar, attempting to not look too desperate to get into the man’s pants again.

That night with him and Ryan had been the hottest night of my life, bar none. I’d spent far too many hours thinking about it and had jerked off to it far more times than I could begin to count. I’d wanted to arrange for us to meet again, possibly even go on a real date together. But then the vision of Ryan booking out of there like the room was on fire filled my head and fueled my inner chicken.

“Water would be great.”

I wondered briefly if it was a money thing. He’d had a drink in front of me before, so I knew it wasn’t an alcohol thing.

“You sure? I pour a mighty fine cola.” I pointed to the cola button on my drink dispenser. Shit, he could have anything he wanted, but I never offered people alcohol if they initially declined or chose something else instead. I discovered a long time ago you never knew who had an alcohol demon, and I never wanted to be the one to tempt them. I was pretty sure Ethan was not in that category, but it was a rule I’d come to live by.

“I hear that’s what this place is known for,” Ethan teased.

“Tis true.” I pointed to the cola button and he shook his head. “Water it is.”

“Thanks.” Ethan popped a pretzel into his mouth, looking suddenly nervous. “I came here for—reasons.”

“Sounds interesting.” I leaned in close again, not wanting to miss a single word of whatever those reasons were. “Carry on.”

“Four omega night specials, boss.” One of the waitresses slapped her order form on the counter in front of me. Poor girl looked frazzled.

“Daniel is on cooking duty tonight.” And by cooking duty, I meant putting our new fryer to work. Until recently we’d been pretzels, peanuts, and pubmix only when it came to food. We were still adjusting to the change, but it seemed to be well received. There were a butt-ton of appetizers you could deep fry and serve, with no pots, pans, or prep needed—just a fry basket.

“He’s on his break.” She sighed before blowing an errant strand of hair out of her face.

“On it. Is Marc not here yet?” Marc had a flat and no automobile club membership. I’d already decided that all my employees were getting memberships as a bonus. Getting stuck somewhere because you couldn’t afford a forty dollar a year membership sucked.

“Not yet, and Frank went to get him. They should be here in five and then we’ll be five by five.”

I nodded, not happy she was busting butt, but happy to see how much my staff worked as a team, even in crisis. Not that a flat tire was a crisis. But still.

“Want to come with?” I asked Ethan as I tipped my head to the kitchen door. When he’d had his tour, it had only been a prep room. Not that I should be thinking about that night. Not with him standing so close and smelling so good.

I ducked under the bar and to his side, throwing the fucks I gave out the window and taking his hand unbidden. If he didn’t like it, he could pull away, and from what little I knew of Ethan, he would if he were uncomfortable. Instead, he gave my hand a light squeeze.

“So, this is it,” I said as I pushed the swinging door in. “The kitchen.”

“Not prep room?” He hip checked me before walking inside and checking out the space.

“You actually listened on the tour.” I bopped him on the nose, then quickly washed my hands and opened the freezer. I grabbed three pre-sorted bags of frozen appetizers and deposited them in the fry baskets. I lowered the baskets, relieved the oil was making just the right sizzle, and set the timers.

“I only paid attention to the pretense of a tour to will my cock from deciding things were over before they began.”

Fuck, if that didn’t turn me on even more.

“It was pretty—intense.” Hotter than hot. Better than anything I could have dreamed. Worth repeating.

“Hot as fuck is what it was, and why I’m here now.”

I leaned in taking his lips in a short hard kiss.

“You caught both my brains’ attentions.” I pushed into him lightly, just enough for him to feel exactly what I was saying, but not enough to get my junk any more worked up than it already was.

“I saw Ryan,” he said, before nestling his head into the crook of my neck.

After that night, we’d texted quite a bit. Mostly just a lot about nothing, but once in a while one of us would bring up Ryan. Neither of us was quite sure how to approach him, but both of us wanted to. In the end, we decided the first one to see him would be the wing man for whatever it was we were trying to do. In my gut, I knew it was more than just have another sweaty night, but how much more,,, that I had no clue.

“So the verdict?”

“He was... frazzled? But he agreed to another date.”

“Fuck, yeah.” I squeezed him tight before twirling him around once, like some stupid rom-com that went straight to Netflix. “When?”

“We didn’t get to that part.” He shrugged just as the beepers went off.

I pulled the baskets up and attached them to the hooks on the back splash to drain a minute.

“Which is why you’re here.” I reached behind Ethan to grab three of the pre-lined baskets to dump the greasy goodness in just as Daniel came back in.

“Oh shit, man. Why didn’t you call for me? I was just out back. Are these for Lily?” Daniel washed his hands before yanking the baskets from me and finishing the order.

“Jolinda, and don’t worry about it. You needed a break, too.”

Daniel worked his hardest to not notice the omega by my side. He was trying to be polite, probably assuming he had walked in on something or that his break had interfered with me getting some. Even if either of those things were true, the man still deserved a break.

“Daniel, this is Ethan. He and I are... dating?” I wasn’t sure what we were doing. Trying to three-way date was more than a backroom tryst.

Ethan slid me a sideways look, but didn’t call me out on my choice of words. We hadn’t discussed any kind of labels, but it would be kind of rude to say this was the guy I was spitroasting with another alpha.

“Dating works as well as anything.” He held out his hand before retracting it, seeing that Daniel was now balancing three baskets. “Nice to meet you, Daniel.”

“You too.” He started to the door before calling back, “I’ve got to get these out there. Have a good night, guys.”

“He seems like a good employee,” Ethan said as we watched the door swing closed.

“The best. He doesn’t give himself enough credit. All this with the appetizers was his idea.” I held out my hand, this time waiting for Ethan to accept. “I probably need to work a bit more. Stay?”

“Absolutely.”

The bar was far less insane when we went out. There were no lines at the bar and everyone was either sitting, playing pool, or otherwise socially engaged. As I took it all in, I saw my MIA employees.

“Looks like I don’t need to work after all. Want the rest of the tour?” I pointed down the narrow hallway that lead to the storeroom we had christened and my office.

“I was waiting for you to offer.”

As we passed the storeroom, I caught Ethan looking at it with the same lustful gaze I still did every time I passed it. Who knew one spontaneous night could turn an oversized closet into such turn on?

“This is my office.” I stopped outside the room, retrieving my keys from my pocket and unlocking the door. “It holds a secret.” Fine, it held a back staircase to my apartment, but secret sounded much sexier.

I opened the door, and we both stepped inside before I closed and locked it behind us.

“That probably came across as creepy.” I chuckled at how many ways the click of that lock could be misinterpreted.

“You mean with the whole serial killer vibe?”

I nodded.

“Kinda.” He shrugged as he gave the room a quick scan. There wasn’t much to the room. I had a reclaimed desk, a couple of file cabinets, a TV monitor for my security cameras and that was about all of it.

“Ah, but there is a secret.” I opened what looked like a closet door to reveal my staircase. “My apartment is upstairs. Want to come up for a cup of coffee?”

There was a second entrance, one far more easily accessible, but this one was great for me when I was working. It allowed me to go home after closing without needing to go outside. Most nights that wouldn’t matter, but getting rained on when you were already in the building you lived in would suck.

He agreed, and we went upstairs to my apartment. It was ginormous, spanning the entire area of the bar, save a small storage area I used for extra chairs and such. It only had two bedrooms, but the rest of it was a huge, open space where I could easily add more if ever the need arose. It wasn’t the quietest of places, but I’d done quite a bit to soundproof it when I moved, so it was far from bad. I’d lived in worse.

“Nice place. I love it.”

“Thanks. I do, too. I get the beauty of old school architecture, but the tiny rooms do nothing for me.” I took the lid off my percolator before filling it with water. “High-test okay or do you want decaf?”

I crossed my fingers he’d pass on the decaf. The bag I had was from when my aunt came to visit a solid six months earlier. It had to taste awful.

“High-test is perfect.” He stared at me as I scooped the coffee into the metal basket.

“I know. I’m pretty old school.”

“Is that an antique?”

I wasn’t that old-school.

“Nope. It’s my new one.” I set the basket in before closing the lid and plugging the bad boy in. “Got it at Valuemart the day after Thanksgiving for half off.”

“And you prefer it?” He seemed unsure what to make of my coffee brewing prowess.

“Do you want to talk about coffee now?” I took slow steps forward knowing very well what I’d rather be doing. “Because I was thinking there were better things to do with our mouths.”

And fuck me, just like that he dropped to his knees.

“Like this?” He looked up at me through his lashes as he unbuttoned the top button of my jeans, my body automatically responding.

“I was thinking kissing.” My voice cracked as he made quick work of the rest of my buttons. “But, umm, yeah that works, too.”

“Thank fuck.” Ethan pushed my jeans down, springing my cock free. “I’ve been wanting to do this again so badly.”

Before I could respond, he licked the tip of my cock, making humming noises as he wiped away the drop of pre-cum that had formed there. He glanced up to make sure I was looking, as if my eyes could be anywhere other than glued to his mouth, then wrapped those plump lips around my cock. When he was satisfied with what he saw, he swirled his tongue around my tip before taking me deeper, almost reaching the root in his first attempt.

The man’s mouth was made of fucking magic.

I willed myself to not come as he sucked hard along his journey back up my cock. This was not going to last long, and by his lack of teasing, Ethan didn’t expect it to.

It was another three dips before he added a swallow at the end, another three before his hand began to play with my balls and three more before he tapped my hole letting me know he was game for more if I was. And I very much was to the point where I ended up coming down his throat before I could even communicate that desire.

I sank to the floor beside him, pulling him into my embrace. “That was fucking incredible.” I mumbled into his hair. “Now up with you. It’s my turn.”

I didn’t have to ask him twice.