I felt like I’d just shot my soul out of my cock and into my mate.

My mind was racing faster than my heart was beating as I slumped down on top of him, my knot still swollen inside him but starting to go down as I pressed my lips against his.

I was sweating, but I didn’t care—and neither did he.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I’d been determined to leave, to not give my heart to another person as long as I lived, but Scotty had come in like a storm and completely overwhelmed me.

The fact that he had chased me down the stairs just made me love him even more. Whether he knew I had my walls up or if he had just wanted me so badly he couldn’t bear to see me leave—neither made a difference. All that mattered was that he’d done it.

My body pressed against his felt so right. It was the first time I’d held him, but it felt like I’d done it countless times before. With my eyes closed, his scent in my nose, my body and lips against his—I was lost in the world of Scotty. Every sensation I was having was directly tied to him.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned, shifting slightly and feeling the ultra sensitivity in my knot send a jolt of pleasure through me. “That was incredible.”

“So that’s what it’s like…” Scotty whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at him with surprise.

“Are you—are you saying you’re a virgin?” I asked him.

“Well, not anymore!” He giggled. My heart felt like a warm stick of butter as I melted for him.

“Unbelievable,” I muttered against his lips. “I just took your virginity?”

Scotty nodded, looking slightly proud but also slightly embarrassed at the same time.

“No way…” I couldn’t believe it. A gorgeous omega like him being completely untouched? How was that possible?

“My family,” he sighed. “They keep me locked up like some precious treasure or something. I’m the only omega out of my brothers.”

“Ah,” I nodded. “That makes sense.”

It sucked for him, but it made sense. Some people were insanely overprotective about their omegas. His father was probably not the nicest man walking the Earth.

As I kissed him, I willed my knot to go down. I could have easily gone for round two within a few minutes, but we were still in the stairwell of his building, and I wanted to get him back to the farm.

I winced and we both sighed as I slid out of him and leaned back on my knees. My cock wasn’t completely hard anymore, but it was still thick and hung down between my legs covered in Scotty’s slick and my cum. I saw him eyeing it.

“Like it?” I asked with a smile.

“Um, yes?” He laughed. “You’re like a porn star or something.”

“Funny you say that,” I teased him. “That was my old career back in California.”

Scotty’s eyes just about bugged out of his skull. “Really?”

I cackled with laughter and pulled him to his feet. “No, not really. I’m just shittin’ ya.”

“Dick!” He laughed, giving me a gentle slap on the chest. “I do love that you kept your cowboy hat on while you fucked me.”

“Oh, shit!” I chuckled, putting my hand on my head. He was right—I was still wearing my trusty cowboy hat. In the heat of the moment I hadn’t even thought to take it off. I could only imagine how hilarious that would have looked to a random person if they’d walked in on us.

“I liked it,” he winked. “Felt like we were in a romance novel.”

“Well, I just couldn’t control myself,” I told him as we both got back into our clothes.

“I’m sorry,” he replied, teasing me by shaking his ass as he slid his shorts on. I spanked him immediately. Again, I couldn’t help it. His bubble butt was just too tempting.

“Oooh!” He yelped, spinning around and kissing me. “So aggressive!”

“Come on,” I told him, taking him by the hand. “I’m taking you home with me.”

Scotty didn’t answer, but I could see him smiling up at me out of the corner of my eye as I led him down the last flight of stairs to the exit. Pushing it open, I tried to get my bearings and figure out how far away from my bike we were. The ride over hadn’t taken more than a few minutes, so the bar couldn’t be too far away.

“Which way to The Manhole?” I asked him.

“Uhmm….” He thought, scratching his head. “That way, I think? Don’t quote me on it. Is that where your car is?”

“My bike,” I replied, correcting him.

“Ooooh,” he teased as we started walking, his hand in mine. This part of the city was quieter than down by the bars, and I was so caught up in Scotty that it almost felt like we were alone. I was right, we were only a few blocks away and it wasn’t long before I spotted my bike where I’d left it.

“There it is,” I told him.

“Badass,” he said admiringly.

“That’s me,” I said, laying it on thick with a cocky grin as I threw my leg over the bike and kicked the engine to life. I revved it loudly just to make a show for my new mate, who grinned at me and hopped on behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist and he nuzzled his nose against my neck.

“Hold on tight, baby,” I told him. “You’re in for quite the ride.”

And with that, I kicked the bike into gear and gunned it, peeling out and racing through the Austin night on my way back home.