“I just wanted to thank you again,” I said, gazing out at the darkened window. The snow was finally on its way out, although, a few scattered piles were present here and there.

Jax took the bottle of whiskey from me and winked. “It’s the least I could do,” he said, sighing and leaning back against the couch. “I don’t really get the chance to have visitors around here. I think James is happy about it.”

He looked saddened and worn down. I glanced at his hands, which were cut up and bruised. “What happened?” I nodded toward his knuckles. “Get into a fight with a wall?”

He chuckled, and then he groaned deep. “Trent,” I said. “I don’t know what came over me. I just walked up those steps and pounded him in the jaw. I really got him good too.”

The image wasn’t pleasant, but I admired that he did that for us. “You beat up your brother to get my engine back? My hero,” I said.

“Well, it was retribution for the bottle against my head,” Jax said, taking another swig. I stole back the bottle and drank a little too much, too fast.

“He pulled his shotgun on me. So I could have died to steal your engine back. How ‘bout that?” Jax’s eyes darted down at my pants. I gulped, feeling the pressure of my hard-on thickening against my pants.

“What’s up with you guys and guns?” I asked.

“Don’t you live in Nevada?” Jax laughed and stretched his arms near me.

“Fair enough,” I said.

I felt lonely. The mention of Nevada made me feel terrible. I knew what was waiting for me back there. My dad was gone. We were supposed to come up with the money to pay for the funeral, but I had to walk in practically empty-handed.

It broke my heart to think about. All of it did, really. I was a sad omega. I was too skinny, too awkward, and I wasn’t responsible enough to be an adult. I had to find a way to get some money for him. If I didn’t, I could never have forgiven myself.

There was a long moment of silence, just like last night. Only, this time, I felt more comfortable with him. I didn’t feel like he was going to beat me up or call me a twink, or anything else hurtful.

So, I did something crazy. I took off my shirt. Next to Jax, I felt scrawny, but I tried to block that out. “Are you hot in here? I can turn on the fan, but—”

I crawled on top of his lap and kissed his cheek. “Shh,” I whispered. My heart beat unpredictably.

“Hey, I don’t know if we should be doing this,” Jax said.

But his hand had fumbled against my belt buckle, pursuing the metal latch through the leather hole. “Are you sure you don’t want to play, big guy?” I asked.

“You calling me a giant again? Because I can show you what a giant does to little guys like you,” Jax said.

Belt buckle off, he unbuttoned my jeans, letting them hang open. His hands then moved to grab onto my ribcage. His palms felt warm and safe around me.

“Then, show me,” I whispered, moving my head down. Our lips crushed together. I felt his scratchy stubble rub against my cheeks. His rich cologne drifted into my nose.

With just one taste, I was hooked. I didn’t know how much trouble I was in now.

“I’ve just…” Jax trailed off, at a loss for words. He looked lonely. Lonely like me. “Never mind,” he said. “I want you, dammit.”

He took hold of my waist and nudged me forward so that my butt was riding against his hardened cock. I felt every clothed inch begging to be let out. We made out, and I pulled his shirt off. I ripped his belt away from the loops and threw it into the corner of the room.

We released from each other, panting for air. I stood up and took off my embarrassing Hot Topic style pajama pants. “Fuck, you’re hot,” I said, watching him undress.

Jax was manly and had a loyal air to him that came from me watching him interact with James. The whole dad thing was just so hot to me.

“You got some voodoo going on or something,” he said. “You annoyed me at first, but now I want to manhandle you.”

Manhandle. I gulped at his size. “So, you’re into twinks like me?” I asked, staring at his massive member. How could a man hide a sausage like that from the world? I could never understand it.

“Hey, let’s get one thing straight. My brother called you a twink, not me. And to answer your question… Yes, I like skinny, clean-cut omegas like yourself. Is that a problem?” Jax asked, grinning.

“Just don’t get me pregnant,” I joked. He looked at me, confused. “It was a joke. I can’t get pregnant. I’m pretty sure there’s something wrong with my body where it just rejects sperm.”

“Sexy,” Jax muttered.

“I’m only kidding,” I said. But it was something I always worried about. I wanted a baby someday, and I just knew that it wasn’t going to be easy. At least, I thought I did.

All of the boyfriends I slept with in the past didn’t give a shit about safety. They unloaded their cum wherever they pleased. And after a few accidents, I realized it was just wasn’t possible. I was infertile.

I rolled down my underwear past my ankles. I bent over, teasing him by slowly spreading my cheeks apart. I wet my hand and placed it over my hole, wondering if he found me sexy, or if I wasn’t just a sex object to him. I always felt self-conscious during moments like that, but I was trying to be better at how I viewed myself.

He let out a loud grunt of satisfied pleasure. He slowly walked over to me, glancing at the stairs. “We need to be quiet,” he whispered. I nodded, knowing that just downstairs, my brother lay asleep.

Was this a horrible idea? A stupid, over-desired idea that needed to be put to rest? Probably. But I wasn’t stopping this, and neither was Jax.

He was hunched over me, bending his strong muscular chest around my back. I felt his warm skin touch mine, and in a moment of passion, I felt his lips tenderly kiss down my spine.

“I want to loosen you up,” Jax said with a hungry grin.

This wasn’t my first rodeo, but his cock was positively huge, so I was glad he didn’t just shove it in without asking. I felt his warm, satisfying tongue slide around my cheeks as the foreplay commenced.

He eagerly spanked my ass, but then awkwardly whispered, “Is that… okay?”

I smiled and nodded my head. “Harder would be nice,” I said.

So he got a firm grip on me and spanked me more firmly. Shockwaves of glittering satisfaction ran through my core. My cock rose between my legs and then, I felt his tongue enter around my rim.

Jax grunted. He licked me, and inserted a single finger. As a few minutes passed, he slipped in a second. Then, a third.

“I’m ready for you, alpha,” I whispered, closing my eyes and smelling him. His fragrance was unique, like engine fluid and aged leather. It was like finding a nice wine and wondering how you could have never tasted something so good before. That was how I felt in that moment, as he pressed his pink head against my hole.

My body took to him instantly. Sometimes, when I desired something that felt bad, it only increased the pleasure of the situation. It made me frantic with want and craving. He was a real alpha male, and it had been years since I had gotten with someone of his stature.

He could hold me, he could bend me, he could control me. He could own me.

As that thought sent shivers through my body, Jax held against my ribcage firmly. I felt my hole open up for him, but when he got about three inches deep, I had to take a deep breath.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me, looking worried.

“You’re just really big,” I exhaled and closed my eyes. I carefully stepped back an inch. I took another deep breath. “Just go slow.”

He cautiously thrust forward and back, easing into me through deep moans of uncontrollable yearning. “Like this, baby?” he asked.

Typically, I would have been off put to hear him call me this, but I also felt drawn to him. I felt like we had found an understanding with each other, as we had just begun our friendship. When I nodded, “Yes,” I felt a trust form with our bodies.

I felt every inch slide inside of me, giving way to new barriers of pleasure I forgot existed. He immediately hit my p-spot. I let out a very loud moan. He covered my mouth.

“It turns me on when you cover my mouth like that,” I whispered.

“Why? Because you like when I take control of you?” he asked, kissing my neck. Our hushed moans filled the room. Every few seconds, I felt his hands tighten around me.

I nodded. I was someone who was a bit of an OCD control freak. I was rife with anxiety because of it, and it happened to hold me back in a lot of ways. But when I was with a guy like him, I knew I could let go. It was a weird phenomenon, but I felt free.

I pushed my ass back against his cock, rubbing against the skin of pelvis. His tight, hard balls rested against my smooth taint. He reached in between my legs and cradled my balls before stroking me and grunting louder.

“Mmm, you feel so fucking good,” Jax groaned, tattoos glowing against the light.

I rocked my hips back and forth, slowly working my hole around him. I wanted to please him in a way that no other man could, though I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t expect to date a guy like Jax, but something in me never wanted to stop fucking him either.

I was torn because I knew I’d be going home soon. I’d be going back home with nothing, to a city I didn’t fit into. I would be sexless, truckless, and homeless once again. Then, I’d have some real issues on my hand.

His arms wrapped around my shoulder blade and neck. He wanted someone to hold. He ached for someone to feel close to. I could feel it coming from him, growing from the center of his cock.

He wanted me to stay.

He leaned his forehead against the top of my skull, grabbing around my chin to kiss me again. “I love this cute face,” he whispered, strained. We were sloppy and greedy, succumbing to the trap of our every whim.

Our tongues slid from one another’s mouth. I tasted Jax before smacking my lips together and opening my eyes. He slowly pushed his cock from my hole and slapped my ass one more time, standing over me. He glanced over at the open bathroom door.

“Change of scenery?” He rose a solid brow and smiled.

I nodded, quickly running to the shower. I turned on the hot knob and let the steam form around us. Before we stepped inside, Jax nudged me against the wall and kissed me again.

His hard cock bumped against my thigh and the tight skin of my taint. He felt harder now. He was, at the very least, hungrier for my hole.

“Turn around,” Jax whispered.

I slowly turned around with an eager grin plastered on my face, practically hyperventilating from the way he handled me. He was always quick to ask if what he was doing was okay. He handled me like a boss while making sure he was there to cater my every need.

He placed his hands on my hips and lifted me into his arms. “Holy shit, alpha.” I laughed. “What are you doing?”

“I’m turning you into an obedient omega,” he said, winking.

“Please do,” I said.. He cradled me there, deciding what he wanted to do next. His biceps bulged as he positioned himself against the wall.

Lowering me down onto his cock, he held me in the air. The gravity of the situation was intense as I felt every inch penetrate me within seconds. “Oh, fuck,” I whispered. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re too big.”

I tapped Jax’s leg, and he set me back down. “Okay, maybe I got a little too ahead of myself,” he said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “But you make me want to do insane things to you. I’m fascinated by you, omega.”

Jax covered his mouth as soon as he said those words, knowing he had crossed his own line. I smiled and dragged my index finger across his chest. “You what?” I asked, laughing. He blushed.

“Nothing. Just forget I said anything,” Jax groaned.

“No, you said you were fascinated by me,” I said, moving closer to him, teasing him.

I cupped my hand around his balls and massaged him, while looking him in the eyes. “You love me. Don’t you?”

He let out a sharp laugh. “I don’t love you, omega. You’re just…”

“Loveable?” I finished his sentence and turned around before I could see his laughable reaction.

“I didn’t say that,” Jax said.

I walked into the hot shower, leaving the door astray. I lowered down to my knees, against the small pool of water. I seditiously glanced back at him. “Go ahead. Take me, lover boy,” I said.

He stepped into the hot water, sighing from the pleasure. He held me close and reached around to caress my cock. Kissing every delicate curve of my body, I felt him open me up. When he thrust forward, I nearly collapsed.

“Oh, fuck. I’m close to cumming,” I whispered.

“Yes, omega. I want to feel your ass pump while you shoot your load,” Jax whispered. It was possibly the dirtiest phrase I had ever heard, and it sent me over the edge.

He wrapped his hand firmly around my member, pulling back and forth. His other hand rested on the thick of my back, guiding me. As the water splashed around us, I closed my eyes and savored this moment.

My balls tightened and rose up toward my shaft. My cock bobbed up and down, muscles pumping against his palm. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I felt the yearning desire reach its breaking point. All of my emotions were tied up inside of me. Finally, I could let go.

“Fuck.” The word came from deep inside of my throat. My tongue seized up, making it sound flustered and unusual. My body felt limp, writhing with rhythmic contractions. My hole opened and closed around him as streams of cum shot onto the wet tile.

“Oh, yeah, Omega. There we go,” he whispered soothingly. “Shoot your whole load.”

“Don’t… stop,” I muttered, teeth chattering.

His massive hands brought me closer to his big body. He started pumping faster and harder, with more intent behind each thrust. His grunts became hungrier and caveman-like. He turned animalistic and primitive. It was the hottest thing I had come to witness.

Jax’s fingers loosely gripped my nipple. I rose my back and kissed him. I could feel his breath against mine, hurried and raced against time. He was losing it.

“Oh, shit. Here it comes, omega. Where do you want it?” Jax asked.

I instinctually announced, “In my tight ass.”

He let out a sharp moan of pleasure. As ropes of cum blew into me, I pushed back against him. I covered his cock with my hole, making sure he couldn’t pull away from me.

“Omega…” he groaned, unable to hold onto me any longer. “Let me pull out.”

I liked watching him squirm, so I pressed back more. He bit his lip so hard that he drew blood.

I rocked my hips back one more time before letting him out of my trap. We both collapsed onto the wet, hot shower floor, allowing the water hit over our heads. We were exhaustedly breathing like marathon runners, laughing at the sight of one another.

“Schwartz, that was the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life,” Jax said, palms splashing water down his face.

I crawled toward him and fell into his arms. He held me tight, running his hands through my hair. He kissed the top of my head and sighed. “It was pretty good,” I said.

“Pretty good? I don’t know what kind of sex you’ve been having in Nevada, but most folks around here are vanilla,” Jax said.

I leaned back and kissed his puffed-up chest. “I can’t believe we just fucked. It’s not going to be weird now, right? Please tell me that it’s not going to be weird around here,” I said.

Jax scoffed at the idea. “You’re a high strung guy, aren’t you?” he asked.

I laughed. “You just got that from me?” I asked.

“Well, it’s not going to be weird. It’s my day off tomorrow, and I’m going to help you put your engine back in that Ford. We’re going to have fun. I promise,” he said, nonchalantly.

It was a less than innocent night of whiskey and hard sex. It was uncharacteristic of me, but I didn’t regret it like I usually did. I felt really relaxed with him, oddly enough. It felt like we had been friends for a while now.

When we dried off, I stood naked and clean in his bedroom. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took one more sip of the contents. Jax laughed and looked at the mattress that was on the ground without a bed frame. “Um. You can sleep up here if you want,” he said.

I laughed and smacked his butt. I grabbed my clothes and headed toward his door. “I’ll take a rain check. This was fun,” I said.

But fun can lead a man to two very different conclusions. And I had no idea what my future held.

As I drifted off to sleep downstairs, I glanced over at Lawrence. His body was laying on his scattered Magick cards. I suddenly felt really guilty about our situation. Sure, I’d get home to Nevada and have nothing. But Lawrence was still a kid. He didn’t have any options. When he’d get back, he’d have even less than me. And I knew the bullies would pick on him again at school.

I closed my eyes and felt the tears strangle me again. I tried to force them down, but the weight of the world collapsed onto me.

I needed something more. But I couldn’t fathom what that could be.