Chapter Three

HE DROVE UP THE LONG DIRT DRIVE TO MY HOUSE. My favorite place to be. I loved my little bungalow, my life, the farm, the life I built for myself, the one my father despised. He always said, We have an image to uphold. I did not abide.

“Let me walk you to the door.” Bauer turned to get out of the truck.

“No thanks,” I said, knowing if I let him, there was a chance I couldn’t resist him. And I was so distracted by what had occurred that evening, I forgot about my pickup truck. I made a mental note to return to the bar the following day to get it.

“At least give me your number so I can call and check on you.”

I chewed the corner of my lip, thinking. If I did that, it’d almost seem like we were dating.

“I’m trying to be a good guy here. You might want me to bring you some sort of sore ass ointment.”

I scrunched up my nose. “Do they make that?”

“See, you might need me.” He held out his hand

“Fine.” I gave him my phone, and he typed in his number, giving it back.

I bit the corner of my lip and texted him. “Now you have my number. I’ll text if I need that ointment.”

I got out and waved, fighting off the urge to kiss him goodnight. Once inside, I collapsed on the couch. The shower called out to me because I smelled like bar, beer, sweat, and sex, but I was so damn exhausted. All I did was bottom for the first time, but I needed a nap. My limbs were wobbly, my ass was sore, my breathing was still deep, and I was flushed. I touched my cheek and then my forehead. Yep, was definitely warm. Before I could even hop in the shower, I was out.

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I woke up a while later, sweating and moaning, gyrating my hips. My cock was rock hard, and I kept arching my back, gripping at the couch cushions. I had the wet dream to end all wet dreams. Bauer was deep in me and kept saying he was going to breed me, and it most obviously turned me on because of the state I woke up in.

I got in the shower, and it didn’t help one bit. I jerked off a good couple of times, but I was still hard. My boner and I went and climbed into bed, hoping to sleep it off, but no such luck. It was probably about four in the morning when someone pounded on my front door. Without a doubt, I knew who it was. Reluctantly, I got out of bed and slogged across the house.

Bauer shoved his way into the foyer as I opened the door and cupped my face with his hand, closing the door behind him. His lips collided against mine, and everything in me tingled. He parted my lips with his tongue and lashed in deep, embracing me with his arm, pulling me to him. His cock rubbed mine through our bottoms, and I gasped. My erection had yet to go down. His hardness on mine felt fantastic, but I didn’t want to have a repeat of the evening we had. I put my palm on his chest and shoved him back.

“No. Nope. Not again,” I said, taking in the sexy alpha in front of me, how he looked so hot in his gray sweats and white T-shirt, how his hair was all messed up from sleep.

“I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve had an erection since I dropped you off earlier.”

I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest.

He glanced down, staring at my groin. “You want me, too.”

“I’m still wrapping my head around what happened at the bar.”

He stepped in close and placed his palm on my cheek. “We mated.”

“Stop calling it that,” I said through gritted teeth.

“That’s what you call it when you knot someone. It’s because you’re mating. You don’t always have to get the omega pregnant, but it’s still mating.”

“Okay, yeah, but there’s no omega in this equation.”

“Maybe not, but there’s you.” He pinched my chin.

I swallowed. “Nope.”

“Okay, fine. Mind if I hang out a bit?”

“Go ahead, but the sex isn’t happening.”

He plopped down on my couch, and I sat on the loveseat, turning on the TV. With him so close, it made me hornier. Everything in me vibrated. My cock leaked pre-cum, and I twisted my hips and tilted them up and down. He cleared his throat and adjusted himself. We both began breathing heavily. Something in me besides my core tightened, and I quivered as sweat beaded down my forehead. I bowed my back, biting my lip, holding in my moan.

We went through three episodes of some crime drama, and I got hornier and hotter. My insides cramped, and my vision blurred. I didn’t know what in the hell was happening to me.

I whispered Bauer’s name, and he came over to the loveseat and shoved me down to the cushions, tugging on my pajama pants and underwear. He took them all the way off of me, and I writhed around, whimpering, my head dizzy and my face so hot. He put his hands on the inside of my thighs, pushed them apart, and then petted my hole.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Please, yes, no, yes.”

He took hold of his cock and guided it to my hole. He pressed against me, and with a bit of force, his glans entered me. He moved back my legs, holding them behind my knees.

“No, stop,” I whispered.

“Fuck, yeah, okay.”

“I just can’t.” My vision began to blur, and my head rolled to the side.

“Shit, are you all right?”

I let out a staggered breath. “Bauer.”

“I’ve never seen this in an alpha.” He put his palm on my cheek.

I only heard the edges of what he said. Moaning, I moved my hips—my cock stiffened, and my body quaked. I was orgasming, but no ejaculation came out.