Page 13 of Alpha & Omega

“Looks old,” I said.

“Yep, it was built back in the 1850s. I got lucky when I stumbled upon the old place. I didn’t have much money at the time, but it was a foreclosure, so I got it cheap. The house neededtonsof work, but I’m happy with how it turned out. While it’s not large, it has so much character.”

“The old homes always do.”

“There’s even a little courtyard in the back that I cleaned up to grow some vegetables and herbs.” He huffed a laugh. “I sound like a nerd, don’t I?”

“Yousound passionate about something you love. Nothing nerdy about that.”

He mumbled an embarrassed, ‘Thanks.’

When Harley stepped up to the front door to unlock it, I used the opportunity to stare at his backside, mostly at his bubbly ass.

We not only hit it off, but he was just my type. I liked bigger guys who didn’t mind getting a little rough during sex. I was bigger than him, but not by much. And I fucking wanted him. While I didn’t want a one-nighter, I still wanted his ass wrapped around my cock… tonight. I’d gone without for far too long, and my hand was getting old.

As soon as the door was closed behind us, I was on him, shoving him against the wall. A loud thud sounded as he dropped his helmet on the old wooden floor, his free hands instantly going into my hair.

Fuck, he smelled good, like bergamot, cardamom, and citrus, which was mingled with his want. I took a deep breath of him. How does a scent turn someone on so much?

Harley and I clawed at each other, tugging on our clothes, desperately trying to get naked. He fisted my T-shirt, and suddenly, I was the one being pressed against the wall.

Hell, yeah. He definitely wouldn’t mind getting a little rough.

Our kiss turned aggressive, with nipping and sucking, struggling for dominance; exactly what I wanted, what I needed.

My cock fought to escape my pants, and I rutted against Harley’s thigh for friction and to show him how much I wanted him.

He groaned in my mouth and thrust against me, bumping his own hard dick against my pelvis.

We panted, exchanging breaths as I slid my hand through his silky hair, yanking on it. I switched places with him, needing to fucking own him. God, I couldn’t remember when I wanted to fuck someone this badly. It wasn’t just to fuck him, but to have more of him. Our dinner date simply hadn’t been enough.

“Have you… ever had… a cock in… you?” I asked between kisses.

“Yes. Once.”

“Have you ever… fucked a tight ass?”

He groaned again and nodded. “Yes… Again, once.”

“I want to feel you… squeezing the hell out of me. God, I want to… fuck you.”

I nibbled on his neck, and he threw his head back for more as his hands slid under my shirt, clawing my back.

“What if I want to… fuck you?” he said breathlessly.

“Flip you for it.”

He barked out a laugh. “That’s okay. You can have me, as long as I can have you next time.”

“Deal.”

I pulled away, leaving Harley gasping, his brown eyes blown nearly black as I pulled my T-shirt over my head. He stared at my chest, reaching for me with his fingertips, but I grasped his hand and tugged him up the stairs.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Top of the stairs on the left.”

As soon as we entered his room, I shut the door behind us, toed off my shoes, and unzipped my pants, pulling them off. Harley’s eyes watched my every move, rubbing his swollen cock, probably not even realizing he was doing it. God, he was fucking fire.

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