Page 62 of Why Cruise

He was back in his own chair like he didn’t just set my world on fire. His deep breaths were loud in the still space.

“The temptation to break into your room and steal that little spreadsheet so I can find you whenever I want is literally killing me.” He said with all the heat and humor of angry flirtation.

I stared up at the ceiling, panting. He was right. This cruise would end. We’d all go back to our lives, and I’d probably never see him again. I had told Mackenzie no one knew her here, so she could be anyone she wanted. So could I.

I wanted him.

Fuck it.

I was between his legs now, pushing them wide enough for me to fit. I tugged at his belt and zipper. He didn’t make a move to help or stop me. Fuck. Was it a rule that alphas went commando?

“I wanted you, too. When you said my name in the hallway.”

He was big and heavy in my hands. I traced my fingertips around his knot and then up the shaft. I licked my lips and pressed them to the head of his cock. I took him slowly into me, savoring how he filled me.

“Theo,” he whispered.

I raised my eyes, meeting his. His lips were parted just slightly as he seemed to fight to control his breathing. He reached down and traced my bottom lip, feeling me take him in.

I closed my eyes as a moan escaped around my full mouth. My tongue, my cheeks tingled from the slow friction. Ren shifted his hips, almost like he couldn’t sit still. The only thing that could make this better was slick. Mackenzie’s slick. Tasting her, on him. I shoved the thought away. Circling his knot with my palm…Nope. Don’t think about that either, Theo.

“Fuck,” Ren growled through gritted teeth.

That sent me spiraling. To make an alpha curse like that? My moan turned needy. I shifted my hips, hoping for some friction.

Another curse and he was sitting upright. He grabbed my neck and pulled me up, too. His eyes were wild, like this was all too much for him to handle. He growled deep in his chest and pushed me back, flipping our positions. My head hung off theend of the chaise. He tore at my belt, my pants, with frustrated sounds like his fingers wouldn’t obey fast enough.

Then I was in his mouth. He was not slow. He was not teasing. He took me again and again, almost desperate, like he was running out of time.

I choked back a “no!” when his mouth left me. I struggled to lift my head and come up on one elbow. His palm replaced his mouth, stroking my cock and covering his hand in my slick. Then he sank his mouth down on me again with a groan of satisfaction.

He shifted, putting his leg on the floor and pumped his own cock. Mesmerized, I peered down my body, watching him stroke himself faster and faster. My eyes went wide. His cock glistened, covered in my slick.

I jerked, cum bursting from me with no warning. He pinned my hip to the chaise with one hand, growls vibrating into me as he came, which sent me off again. I clenched my fists and covered my eyes with my forearm, the sensation too much, and on the verge of begging for him to stop. Or begging for more.

He withdrew me from his mouth, slow, dragging his tongue over every inch of me. He put his hands on either side of my hips and rested his forehead on my thigh like he had to gather himself. I let my head hang, staring upside down out the window to the harbor.

He moved suddenly and pulled me up by the shirt. It was easy to forget how strong alphas were and how easy it was to manhandle omegas. He settled back against the chaise lounge and arranged me between his legs, my back against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me tight and pushed my head to the side. Ren buried himself in the crook of my neck and took a deep inhale. The rush of air was cool and soothing.

“I… I just need a minute” his voice was rough with something more than the orgasm he ripped through us. I closed my eyes and… purred.

This.

It wasn’t the chaise lounge. It wasn’t all this furniture I packed into my nest. It was this. Arms and scent wrapped around me. Ren. This was what was missing from my nest.

Justice

I had been cringing with every bump, jostle and turn, fearing her head would fall from my shoulder and she’d wake up. Her constant touch, and her being safe enough to doze, might be the only thing keeping my head above water.

I kept my eyes out the front windows. The constant moving scenery kept the dark away. But not her scream from my ears. It bounced and ricocheted around my head, chased by an echoing “my fault.” I knew if I closed my eyes, I’d see her spin and fall off that cliff again and again and again. I pretended I could still taste her on my lips. I kept touching them like I could feel the kiss.

The bus squeaked to a stop after an agonizing eternity. I let everyone off first before I let my fists unclench. I brushed my knuckles down her cheek and whispered, “hey.”

She made those yummy little sounds you make when you wake up next to someone you want to be with. Or at least I let myself believe that lie.

“We’re back.” I said softly.

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