Page 115 of Alpha Gray

Fallon screams as she topples over the edge of her climax, legs trembling on the dash, fingernails digging into my arm. My eyes leave the road for a moment to watch her, always so fucking beautiful when she comes. It’s a glorious sight to behold.

Her long legs stop shaking, ragged breaths slowing as her orgasm subsides and I withdraw my hand from her shorts, patting the front of her pussy through them. “Good girl,” I smirk.

Fallon sighs, dragging her legs from the dashboard and turning her body toward mine. I’m not prepared when she reaches over, grabbing my dick through my shorts. I grunt at her contact, jerking the steering wheel and nearly driving off the road.

“Later,” I choke, taking her hand and prying it off of my erection.

“Aw, you’re no fun.” Fallon sticks her bottom lip out in a pout, her eyes sultry, seductive.

Fuck. Me.

I hit the fucking jackpot when I found this girl- when she stepped off of that bus on the first day of training camp and I instantly wondered what her skin felt like, what she’d taste like. Now the moon has confirmed that she’s my mate and we’ve sealed the bond forever. I don’t question how lucky I am.

When we pull into the driveway of the packhouse, the two of us waste no time heading inside and upstairs to shower and get ready. I’m looking forward to having some of our friends over for dinner tonight, but I’m even more excited to see Fallon’s reaction to the surprise guest that Brock’s bringing along.

I can already hear people downstairs by the time I get out of the shower, finding Fallon in front of the mirror, brushing her long wet hair back into a ponytail. Even in jeans and a cropped t-shirt, she’s a knockout. I’m going to have blue balls all through this dinner.

I grab a pair of jeans and a t-shirt out of the dresser, quickly changing and hustling Fallon along. She rolls her eyes at my insistence, but soon she’ll realize why I wanted to hurry her downstairs.

The smell of Holly’s cooking hits my nose before we reach the top of the stairs and my mouth starts watering. I take Fallon’s hand, leading her down, rounding the corner to the dining table and chairs situated just outside of the kitchen in front of the big windows at the back of the packhouse.

Two girls are seated at the table and my face spreads into a grin when Fallon squeals beside me, dropping my hand.

“Vee!?”

She runs over to Vienna, practically tackling the small girl before she can fully rise to stand from her chair at the table.

“Fallon!” she laughs, hugging her tightly. “I’ve missed you, girl!”

Fallon relinquishes the embrace, turning to me and pointing a finger. “Did you do this?” she asks, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

I nod, striding over to join her at the table. “Surprise, babe,” I whisper, leaning down to plant a kiss on those pouty lips of hers. She shows her gratitude through her enthusiasm in returning my kiss, pulling away and mouthing ‘thank you’ before a bright smile returns to her face.

Fallon slides down into the seat beside Vienna, positively fucking giddy. “Didyouknow?” she asks Brooke, looking across the table to where her sister is seated.

Brooke shakes her head, holding her hands up in surrender. “No idea! I was just as excited as you were when I got here!”

I leave Fallon to chat with Vienna and Brooke, heading into the kitchen to see how dinner’s coming along. Holly’s putting the finishing touches on the plates while Brock leans idly against the counter chatting with Deke.

“Hey,” I greet as I walk in, clapping Brock on the shoulder. “Thanks again for bringing Vienna with you. Totally made my girl’s night.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he breathes. “Have you heard from Theo?”

“I was just gonna ask you the same thing,” I say, looking around. He’s noticeably absent, but it’s pretty on-brand for Theo to run late to just about anything.

“Should we wait for him?” Holly asks, picking up a plate in each hand.

I shake my head. “Nah, there’s no telling now long he’ll be.” And I don’t want the meal to get cold after Holly’s worked so hard on preparing it.

Deke, Brock, and I pick up on Holly’s cue, grabbing the other plates and following her into the dining room. I slide one in front of Fallon, setting the other at my place beside her at the head of the table and sinking down into my seat.

It’s then that the front door opens, a breathless Theo pushing inside.

“Sorry I’m late,” he offers, shrugging out of his leather jacket and slinging it over the back of one of the couches as he makes his way over. “Bike stalled out.”

“You still haven’t gotten that thing fixed?” Brock grumbles, sinking down into a chair at the table. Theo often uses his motorcycle as an excuse since it always seems to be breaking down.

“I’ll get to it,” Theo sighs, waving a hand dismissively. He heads to the empty chair at the opposite end of the table, pointing at it. “This seat taken?”

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