Page 27 of Alpha & Omega

With my hands now full, Harley wrapped an arm around me and pulled me against him, pressing his face close to mine. I was surrounded by his bergamot and citrus smell, which I inhaled.

“Hi,” he said again, grinning crookedly.

“Hi.”

His lips met mine, and we melted under each other as we kissed, using an excessive amount of tongue, with promises of a hot and steamy night. I loved the way his beard chafed my skin.

We pulled away, and he followed me inside after shutting my door behind him. He took a look around my place as I dug around for a vase for the flowers, which was stupid because I didn’t own one. Instead, I grabbed a pint glass, filled it with water, and put the flowers in. It was a little cramped, but it worked.

“I like your place,” he said. “The industrial theme is pretty nice, with the brick and chrome. It goes well with your bar. Someone took some amazing shots of you and your skateboarding. I love all the photos.”

I poured us two glasses of wine from the bottle I’d already opened, handing him one. “Thanks. For the longest time, I never had anything until I was finally on my own, working a couple of jobs. All I owned was shitty, but it was all mine. After winning a couple of championships for skateboarding, I was able to get the bar and this place. I try to be frugal, but I like having some nice things, too. I splurged on my leather sofa.”

Suddenly, I stopped. “Wait, you went to my bar? When?”

He smiled shyly. “On Monday, while you were gone. I was curious about your bar and didn’t want to bother you, so I checked it out that day. It was still early, so it wasn’t busy, but the place was nice. I can see the love you’ve put into it.”

“Thanks.”

I wasn’t sure how that made me feel with Harley going to Alpha’s while I hadn’t been there. Why couldn’t he have stopped by while I was working?

It’s no big deal, Kingston. He was only curious.I probably would’ve done the same, and I was surprised I hadn’t yet.

Before I walked back to the kitchen, he tugged on me and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me against him again. “Is it weird to say I missed you already? I’m so inept at this dating thing, but I’ve done nothing but think of you since our last date.”

I relaxed under him and held him back with one arm while holding my glass of wine in my other hand. “I can say I missed you, too. Our first date was amazing. I hope we have many more.”

“Same.”

We kissed quickly, and he let me go to plate our dinner before we sat down to eat.

Harley took a large bite of the chicken dish, making me oddly fidget. “I know this isn’t technically supposed to be a casserole…” I said, shrugging.

He grinned, finished chewing, and wiped his mouth. “It’s whatever you want it to be. And it’s really good.”

I barked out a laugh. “I’m not sure I believe you, but thanks.”

“Kingston…” He said my name firmly enough to make me look at him. “One thing you’ll learn about me is that I don’t lie. Life’s too short to fuck around. That doesn’t mean I’ll be a dick, but I won’t placate you either. And just because I can make fancy meals doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy comfort foods.”

“Okay. Thanks. I like that. I don’t believe in fucking around, either. I hardly ever put up with shit, but I also try not to be a dick.”

“See how much we’re alike? This is why I’m so nervous tonight. I… want more of you.”

My stomach twisted around—such a rare sensation before Harley came into my life. I kind of enjoyed the nerves since they showed he was already starting to mean something to me. Yet, I didn’t like them because they were a reminder of potentially having something to lose.

“I want more, too,” I said, and I meant it.

After dinner, Harley and I sat on my sofa, sipping wine. He reached for the glass in my hand and set it down on the coffee table with his. Then he pressed his hand to my chest and eased me onto my back before hovering over me.

A tendril of hair fell from his bun, so I tugged on it.

“Is it my turn?” he asked, pressing a kiss on my jaw before moving to my ear and nipping my hooped lobe, remembering what I liked.

“What do you mean?”

Yeah, I was playing coy.

His mouth moved to my throat and nipped the skin there, too, while his hand traveled down to cup my junk before moving between my legs, near my ass. “You know what I mean. I want inside here, King. I want to bend you over this couch, eat you out until your hole is sloppy and just begging for me to fuck it.”

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