4. Oscar

Chapter 4

Oscar

I didn't know much about dating, but I knew it wasn't a good idea to let a strange alpha, especially one who worked at that creepy lab, to pick me up, so I agreed to meet Daxton at a bar I could walk to. It was just over a mile away on the main road, so it was pretty safe to walk alone at night, but also a very cheap ride if I needed to call for a car on my way home.

When I walked into Pour Haus , I was trying to keep my expectations in line. Maybe Daxton was some kind of player who tried to get into the pants of every omega he met. I'd heard of plenty of alphas like that. I'd never personally met one, at least not one who wanted to get into my pants, but at twenty-six, it was time I started talking to alphas if I wanted to not die a virgin.

My eyes instantly caught his, and he stood up from the small table he was sitting at. Damn, he stole my breath away. It was hard to believe he was here…for me.

He stood up and gave a half wave.

I walked over, trying to figure out what was appropriate in these situations…a hug…a handshake…a smile and nothing more. I didn't need to worry about it. Daxton opened his arms, and I walked right into them.

The hug was short, but oh so powerful. I sank into his arms, loving the feel of his body pressed against mine, the way he smelled, and his warmth. If he asked me to stay like that forever, I'd have had a difficult time turning him down.

"Hi." He pulled back, and I hated it.

"Hi. Sorry I'm a little late." At least for me I was. I was barely on time which might as well have been an hour late.

"I just got here and grabbed a table before they all filled up."

I took my seat across from him. The place was nice enough, but loud, and I had a feeling it was going to get even louder as the night went on. A server came up to us and asked us what we were having and looked at me funny when I ordered a soda. Daxton did the same, along with a couple of appetizers.

"We can go get real dinner later, if you want."

And of course what I heard was, "I don't want this evening to end." That was a huge leap, but try telling my brain that.

I was normally shit at dating. I rarely caught anyone's eye enough for them to ask me out thanks to my well-earned status as a nerd. And nerds were having a moment, but not the kind I was. Techy people who built Legos and were Star Wars fanatics, they were the ones who everyone was drawn to. Not me, some PhDer who worked in tech support and had never had a decent date in his entire life.

In no corner of this world was I the cool guy.

Our sodas and food came, and we ate and laughed and ate some more. I learned about his childhood puppy, and I told him about when I had a goldfish that I won from a school fair. That thing had lived for nearly a decade. I suspected my father was still pissed about the little guy. He stood firmly on the fact that pets were responsibilities that should be well thought out and not given as prizes.

And then the DJ started to play pretty much every single no-one-can-hear-this-and-not-dance song, and he asked me to dance. As much as I wanted to be home and not in a crowd dancing, I found myself dragging him onto the dance floor.

He held me and our hips swayed together, as if he was telling me not to worry. And I didn't. I melted into our dancing, enjoying every second of it.

My head was spinning, and I just needed a moment to compose myself before I threw myself at Daxton right in the middle of the bar. Taking a deep breath, I pushed my chair back. "If you'll excuse me…"

"Of course." He stood up too, and the weight of his stare was like a warm blanket as I walked toward the back of the bar.

When I opened the door to the restroom and saw a large space with a sink and toilet, my shoulders relaxed. Privacy. I needed some privacy. Well, mostly private.

A heavy hand landed on my bicep and squeezed as the voice that had been lulling me all evening filled my ear. "May I join you, omega?"

My whole body shuddered as a whimper escaped with a nod. "Yes, alpha."

Daxton pressed his chest to my back and nudged me inside, just far enough to close the door behind us so he could kiss me.

Literal stars exploded behind my eyelids when his lips brushed across mine and then moved against me until our tongues were tangled and our breaths were a loud mix of grunts and pleads and pants.

"Fuck, Oscar. I'm so sorry, but—" His hand slid down the front of my pants and he gripped my erection through the corduroy. "You're just…irresistible."

"Don't be sorry." I kissed his chin, practically licking him because I didn't know what to do, but I felt compelled to have my hands and mouth on any part of him I could reach. "Please don't be sorry." My fingers dug into his strong biceps before slowly sliding down to his waist. I wanted to touch him too, but I wasn't sure if that was allowed. He was the initiator. The alpha. Was I supposed to wait? "Um, what can I do?"

He chuckled and one of his big hands slipped over my hip until he was palming my ass, clearly aware of my dripping arousal. "Anything you want, cutie."

I wanted everything, but I didn't know exactly what that meant. "I don't know how," I whispered against his neck. "Show me."

"Let's get out of here." He kissed me again and then pressed his forehead to mine. "My place is close."

I'd follow him anywhere. "Okay."