Page 75 of Unexpected Delivery

Outside of Hayes and the guy he’s training in the ring, there are only two or three people left in the gym. They seem to be packing to head out, but that’s merely a passing thought as my eyes migrate back to the show in the ring.

Sweat glistens on Hayes’s shoulder as he spins, tossing an elbow back at his opponent. The guy gets clipped in the jaw and snarls, slamming his hands into Hayes’s back.

I’m still a little too focused on Hayes’s sweaty tank top. It shows off the tattoos lining both muscular arms, and he pulls it up, swiping the sweat from his face.

I need to find a way to get my hands on that shirt before he can wash it.

“I’m heading out,” Matt calls from across the gym. “Actually, we’re all heading out.”

Hayes yanks out his mouth guard. “We’re done here too. Have a good night.” He and the guy he was working with pull off the wraps on their hands and climb out of the ring.

Hayes grins at me and waves with his free hand before heading over to his bag that rests on one of the nearby chairs. Even his curls are slicked with sweat and sticking to his forehead.

My nostrils flare, trying to pick up his pheromones in the air, but his scent isjustout of reach.

I have to physically hold myself back from crossing the room and burying my face in his sweaty tank top. My system knows how delicious he smells under regular circumstances, and omegas are weird. We have an affinity for sweaty alphas.

I lick my lips, wondering if Hayes would let me lick him. He probably wouldn’t make a huge deal about it, especially if there was no audience.

Or you could just tackle him and tell everyone to get the hell out.

Hayes’s head tilts, and he looks over at me, almost like he can feel me staring. A slow smile crosses his face as he grabs the bottom of his shirt and dries his forehead once more.

All he’s doing is spreading the sweaty pheromones around at this point. The veins on his forearms stick out as he moves, and I take a staggering step forward.

“Hey, Tommy,” Hayes says, still keeping my line of sight. “You’re going to have to shower at home tonight, man. Get the fuck out.”

Tommy chuckles, glancing between us. “Copy.” He throws his gym bag over his shoulder and takes off for the door. “See ya next week. Have a good night, Arbor.”

“Y-You too,” I choke out as my mind races. I’ve never seen Hayes kick out clients before.

The alpha in question points at me. “Don’t move. I’ve got to lock the door.” He jogs off, and, once again, I can’t seem to stop perving on his muscular back. My gaze dips to his ass in those basketball shorts—holy shit. I’m on par with those creepy guys leering at women who are just trying to run on the treadmill.

Hayes makes it back while I’m still mentally berating myself. A bemused smile crosses his face, and hints of his dimples show under his thick beard.

The sides of my vision go hazy as he stands a foot in front of me, grinning mischievously.

I can’t be sure what happens next, but there’s a small possibility I launch myself at him. He catches me with a forearm under my ass, and I proceed to climb higher. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, a moan escaping as I brush my lips over his.

Hayes slams my back against the nearby wall and deepens the kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth. His pheromones are everywhere, making my head foggier with each gasping breath that I take around the kiss.

He uses the wall as leverage to keep me up and reaches between us, brushing the backs of his fingers over my leggings.

“Aww, fuck,” he growls, pinching my sex. “My head is a mess of alpha fog. My instincts keep screaming to…” He goes rigid. “I probably shouldn’t risk talking right now. It could ruin the moment, but fuck, Arbor. It feels like I’ve waited an eternity to be able to do this.” He teases his hand up my pelvis, under my dress, and dips into my leggings. His warm skin brushes my lower stomach before he tugs out the waistband of my panties and slips under those too.

He distracts me with a tantalizing kiss and stretches a finger down to circle my clit.

The way he catches my lower lip with his teeth makes me even slicker, and I fight against the begging that wants to escape.

Hayes has a shitload of muscles, and every single one seems to push against me in a way that makes me feel safe and confined. He pulls back with a dangerous grin. “The scent of your pussy is driving me fucking insane. Do you think you can handle my fingers?”

My head slams against the wall as I nod repeatedly.

Dammit.

Why am I not more coordinated?

He’s so sexy, it makes my brain ache.

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