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Jackson gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and swallowed hard at the words I couldn’t believe I had said. My heat was making me do and say things I never did. But surprisingly, I didn’t regret anything I had said.
“Sweetheart, you can do whatever you want to me,” Jackson growled, shifting his legs further apart on the seatas he drove. My mouth watered at the sight of the very impressive bulge in his slacks. “I’m yours.”
My eyes locked onto him as he pulled the car into a darkened garage. The whirling of the doors closing was the only sound besides our ragged breaths. I had no clue how we had gotten here; hadn’t paid one bit of attention to the streets we had turned on or the surrounding neighborhood after turning into the subdivision. Couldn’t have picked out Jackson’s street or his house if my life depended on it. My total focus was on my throbbing dick, my slick making me wet, and my insatiable need for the alpha next to me. For Jackson.
Ours, my gazelle panted in my ear.
“Mine,” I whispered, tossing my seatbelt off and lunging towards him.
Chapter Ten
Jackson
It took all my concentration to focus on the road. Robert’s tantalizing pheromones filled the small confines of my car, surrounding me from all angles. His mouth-watering scent had my cock thick and hard in my pants. My pre-cum was already dripping and making a slight damp spot on my slacks.
More than once I had been tempted to find a side street or alley and give into my need to have him. But Robert deserved better than that from me. This was our first heat that we would be sharing together–but not the last if I had my way–and I wanted to make it good for him. Truthfully, I wanted this heat to be one of the best heat experiences he ever had. I was aiming high, I knew that, because I knew Robert had been married to his previous alpha fora long time. They’d shared many heats together. But I also knew my omega was touch starved and needy for affection, and I was more than happy to give him the attention he deserved. Which meant a quick fuck in the car in a back alley was out of the question.
My intention at dinner was to get to know him better. Instead, we’d spent most of the time with me pouring out my story of Levi and me. Wasn’t it like Dating 101 not to talk about your exes? But Levi wasn’t an ex. He’d been my husband, my mate, my life. And Robert wasn’t just a date. He was my fated mate. The missing piece to my soul that even Levi, as much as I had loved him, hadn’t been able to fill.
Robert’s heat was something I hadn’t planned to have to deal with until we had gotten further along in our relationship. And yeah, I knew I was using that word lightly. We barely knew each other, and I was well aware that Robert likely had about a hundred and fifty reasons why he thought we shouldn’t be together. I planned to debunk every one of them.
Everything inside of me screamed this man was it for me. He was the missing piece I hadn’t even known was missing.
My heart had been beyond pleased that he was allowing me to take him through his heat. It had been years since I’d had the pleasure of enjoying an omega’s heat with them,and I planned to take extra special care to make this a wonderful experience for Robert.
First though, there were things that needed to be taken care of. As his alpha, it was my duty to make sure they were done, while still taking care of my omega.
But the way Robert was writhing in his seat, as I pulled my car into the confines of my garage, had my cock as hard as it had ever been. His scent, the alluring spices of him, filled the car, making my head cloudy with lust.
I wanted him.
Wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.
And when he had declared me his, in that rough, sex-voice whisper, and lunged at me across the console, I was powerless to do anything but grab him tightly. Our lips banged into one another with a force that was almost brutal. Hands, lips, teeth, tongues, touching and tasting, any place we could manage.
He straddled me in my seat, his knees locked in by the console on one side and the door on the other. My hands grasped his ass cheeks, clenching and unclenching on the delectable, soft mounds, aching to feel his skin without the barrier of his jeans.
Tearing my lips from his, I groaned, “Need you!”
“Yes!” Robert cried, his hands tearing at the buttons of my shirt, trying to get to my flesh beneath. “Pleassseeeee,”he whined, and I was helpless to do anything but give him what he wanted. What he needed. What we both needed.
Thoughts of my son, of getting the things Robert might need as well as supplies, fled when he arched his back, our cocks grinding together, straining against the confines of our clothes. The friction was there though, a sweet pleasure pain that made me buck up into him.
Somehow, and I had no clear picture of how, I manhandled us out of the car. The garage door had stopped its slow, mechanical whirl and we were cocooned in the safety of its four walls. Blocked from the outside world and any nosy neighbors’ prying eyes.
Before I had a chance to do more than capture his lips in another hungry kiss, Robert's hands worked the snap and zipper of his jeans. Pushing the heavy material past his hips, his slim cock sprang free between us. Staring down at the sight of his red, swollen cock, my mouth watered.
“Beautiful,” I growled, reaching for him.
Robert turned in my arms, as slippery as a fish, bracing his arms against the car and pushing his ass out at me. Spreading his legs, he groaned in frustration when his legs, trapped in their denim jail, could go no further.
Sinking to my knees on the cold concrete, I grasped his kicking legs gently, running my hands over the backs of his calves, his knees, his thighs. Over the round, plump mounds of his ass, where they peeked out from the tail ofhis shirt. He stilled at my caresses, looking over his shoulder and down at me.
“Let me,” I ordered, asked, begged, as I eased his shoes off and pulled his pants away from his feet and off. Tossing them over my shoulder and not caring where they landed. With wide eyes, Robert spread his legs wide, bracing himself more firmly against the car, popping his ass out towards my face.
His slick was so heady, so strong, it consumed me. I had to taste him.
Running my hands over his ass, still on my knees, I nudged his shirt out of the way. Robert grabbed the material up in one hand, pulling it halfway up his back and trapping it. Spreading his cheeks, I nuzzled at his soft flesh, sniffing deeply of his scent.
