Page 51 of Alpha & Omega

He finished his wine, sat up, and wrapped his arms around my front, pressing kisses on the side of my throat and freckled shoulder. “Thanks for putting up your hair and giving me free access to your delicious skin.”

“That was my plan all along.”

“I thought so.”

His fingers slid up inside my shirt, and he palmed my abs. The brushing of his lips against the shell of my ear sent waves of chills across my body, despite the heat.

“Maybe you should stop. I don’t want to shock the concertgoers with a hard-on,” I chuckled.

“Sexy shocks are good for the soul.”

I chuckled. “I’m not ready for that sort of exposure.”

“You’re no fun, Harley.”

I looked back at him and raised a brow. “Oh, then come home with me tonight. I’ll show you how fun I am.”

“What about Hudson?”

“He’s staying with Oliver again. I don’t know whether I love or hate the fact that he’s giving me space for sex. It feels weird.”

“Well, he’s growing up. I’m sure he understands about needs and loneliness. He loves you, too, and wants to see you happy.”

“I know he does.” Hudson was also probably trying to spend as much time with Oliver as possible.

He hadn’t met Kingston yet. I’d been holding back, not that I didn’t adore or trust Kingston, but I just worried about Hudson. Regardless, it was time for them to meet.

When the concert wrapped up, we shoved everything back into the picnic basket and folded the blanket. The walk took a while, fighting the crowd, and it took another hour to get out of the parking lot.

It was close to midnight when we finally reached my house. Kingston parked his car, and as soon as we were inside with the door locked, we dropped everything as he pushed me against the wall and kissed the hell out of me. He forcefully shoved his tongue into my mouth, and we fought for control, tugging at clothes, hair, and skin.

I didn’t know how we managed to get into the kitchen with missing shirts. Kingston pushed me face-forward against the counter, pressing his hand at my back so I didn’t move.

“Stay.”

I huffed, but held still. His fingers reached around me, undid my shorts, and pulled them down to my ankles, along with my underwear.

“Don’t move,” he said when he pulled away.

I kicked off my clothes and craned my neck to watch him get naked before digging into my pantry. I didn’t bother asking what he was doing, already knowing the answer.

Was it wrong to be having sexual fun in my kitchen, where I spend a lot of time with Hudson? God, I tried not to think about it.

Focus, Harley.

“A-ha! Here we go. Do you wantNutellaorTabasco?

“W-what?” I looked back at him wide-eyed as my jaw dropped.

Kingston snorted a laugh. “I’m kidding. Well, not about theNutella. Now hold still. I’m in the mood for dessert.”

He then rummaged around for silverware, pulling open random drawers. “It’s the right-hand drawer next to the dishwasher,” I said.

He pulled out a spoon, opened the jar, and scooped up a blob of chocolate spread before he dropped to his knees behind me.

Well, this would be a first for me. I’ve used food during sex, being a chef and all, but I hadn’t had it spread over my hole before.

“Yummy,” Kingston growled. “Nutella and your ass… two of my most favorite things. Talk about ‘gourmet.’”

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