23. Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

Arrow

T here's a pretty long lull after the afternoon mini-rush passes and dinner has come and gone. In between conversations with Jack when he's not going upstairs to the apartment to check on something, I've been bored out of my brain with basically nothing to do.

I actually get excited when two tipsy guys come in and order a couple of pizzas to take home with them a little after seven. Getting to call the order through to Enzo in the kitchen wakes me up a little.

Sure, the cash register system can put the order through, too, but I'll take any excuse to pick up the phone.

After the two drunk guys leave, it's unbearably quiet again.

I drag a bar stool over from the waiting area and sit down behind the desk, so I can slouch forward a bit and rest my head in my arms while I stare out the window.

It doesn't take long for my eyelids to get heavy.

I'm falling asleep behind the desk when Enzo's arm suddenly goes around me from behind.

"Arrow," he murmurs, full of concern. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Hmm?" I stifle a yawn as I straighten up in the seat.

"You were practically passed out."

"I was just resting my eyes," I protest, pushing my head against his shoulder and moving my arms up and back, so I can slip the band out of his hair to run my fingers through the length.

His eyes are closed when I look up.

He loves how much I enjoy touching his hair.

"I feel much more awake now," I admit.

He opens his eyes and gives me that sexy, wry smile of his.

"Oh, really? Is that because I'm back to make good on my promise?"

"Well, definitely don't pinch me," I murmur. "Because I might still be dreaming."

"Oh, you're awake," he assures me. "If you weren't, this wouldn't be making you perfume."

I'm about to tell him I'm not, at least not yet, but it starts to happen the second his hand moves down my chest. By the time he reaches my crotch, I'm rock hard, perfuming more than I've done in months, and my slick is soaking right through my underwear.

"Such a perfect Omega," he tells me as he strokes his fingers over the bulge in my pants. "One little touch and you're ready for your Alpha's knot."

"I've been ready since you teased me this afternoon," I admit, letting one hand drop down to keep his right where it is.

After he got me all hot and bothered, it was practically impossible to think about anything else.

My dick stayed hard for close to an hour, straining against the front of my pants so hard that I thought it would go numb.

I ended up getting Jack to cover the desk while I went upstairs and eased the tension with my hands. It wasn't the most satisfying way to solve my problem, I'll admit. I'm not used to jerking myself off. Having three mates who take care of me so well might have spoiled me a little.

All it ever takes to get their attention is the slightest burst of my perfume on the air, the smallest touch or whispered word. One tiny hint that I might need them, and they're there.

Some things have been different since we moved out here, but that hasn't changed.

Enzo groans softly. "I hate that you're out here all day while I'm in the kitchen. Watching you on the security feed isn't enough. I need you beside me, where I can see you and talk to you and give you everything you need."

If I wasn't already desperate to have him, those possessive, protective words would be enough to push me over the edge. I can feel how much he means them, and it makes my heart swell alongside my desire.

His hand moves from my crotch, and I know he's about to do something sexy when his arm around my middle gets tighter.

I can't help the gasp that escapes me when he lifts me up off the seat one handed, opens up my pants, and tugs them downward at the same time as my underwear. Something made of material tears. The sound makes my stomach flutter. He's so rough, and demanding, and it takes me a few seconds to catch my breath when he knocks my seat to the side with his hip and lowers me down, making me stand on shaking legs while my pants and boxers sink to my ankles.

His hand closes around my length for the briefest of moments, the single squeeze making me suck in a breath as pre-cum makes my tip wet and urges me to thrust into his grasp.

Then, his touch is gone, and I'm left aching at the loss.

"Lean forward," he demands, his grip around my waist slackening off as he moves back.

My fingers slip out of his hair, and I react quickly to his commanding tone, doing as I'm told and leaning forward onto the desk, putting my weight on my forearms, and raising my slick-coated ass for his appraisal.

His hands move over my hips, and then they're gone, and I hear him undoing his jeans.

My heart starts to race as his hands move back to my hips. The naked shaft of his cock rubs against the lubricating arousal fluids that my body is making because we're about to fuck.

The slick coats his tip and his length as it rubs against me.

"Are you ready to be knotted, Arrow?" Enzo asks, as his tip pushes against my hole.

"I'm so fucking ready," I murmur, aching to feel his cock inside me.

His right hand moves to guide his cock.

He's slow for the first inch, then he pushes right in to the hilt, filling me up and making me moan.

"So tight," he murmurs. "So damn tight."

"Not tight enough," I protest, before my need for his knot makes his dick swell.

There's nothing quite like the feeling of an expanding cock, and the way it locks us together is hot as hell. He has to fuck me until he's spent now. I won't take anything less.

His knot won't release until I'm well and truly satisfied.

"That's better." I let out a soft sigh.

He grabs hold of the bottom of my shirt as he starts to thrust into me, slow and deep and hard.

Every movement pushes me closer and closer to the edge of my first climax.

I'm so damn close. So incredibly fucking close.

And that's when the door opens …