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He leaned in and brushed his lips across my cheek. “Take it. I can afford it.”
“Why?”
He slid his palm along my face, his thumb tracing along my cheekbone. “Because your happiness is everything to me. If this can put a smile on your face—make your dreams come true—then it’s worth far more to me in your hands than the pittance of interest it would earn sitting in a bank account.”
“I don’t know how long it’ll take me to repay.”
He shook his head. “It’s not a loan Wes, it’s a gift. You can do anything you please with it, though I hope you’ll use it for your studio.”
I started crying again and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you.”
I couldn’t hold back. I needed him in my life.
I rose on my toes and kissed him.
Chapter 14 - José
It was almost like a dream. Wes—my sweet omega—was in my arms, his scent filling my nose, his lips against mine as our tongues played between us.
He’d told me that he still loved me.
It was slim, but there was still a chance we could be together. It would take time; there was no way to heal a decade of hurt in a few hours. But I had hope that we’d be able to overcome it.
Unfortunately, my body and instincts had other ideas. Now that I knew I might be able to be with my omega, my alpha side insisted that I claim him. My cock was hard as a rock in my pants, demanding to be inside him.
I deepened the kiss, trying to convey all my desire through it, and he reciprocated, holding me tight and whining every time we came up for air.
Finally we parted, and I rested my forehead against his.
“José…” he whispered.
“Tell me to leave,” I breathed.
“Why?” he panted.
“Because I won’t be able to hold back if I stay. I want you—need you—too much. I don’t have the strength to go on my own.”
He hissed in a breath.
“Tell me to leave,” I repeated.
He lifted his head and our eyes met. “Make me yours, alpha.”
I growled in desire and captured his lips in another fiery kiss. My fingers dug into his hips and I pulled him flush against me so that he could feel the bulge of my cock.
Wes wrapped his arms around my neck, and any restraint I’d had left dissolved as he moaned into the kiss.
I pushed him until his back was against the mirrors.
“Are you sure?” I gasped, breaking the kiss again. “You know that…”
“I know,” he interrupted. “I want it. I don’t want to wait any longer, not now.”
I grabbed the hem of his sweater and tugged it up and off, then tossed it to the side.
I took a moment to admire him in the light filtering through the curtains. We’d kissed in high school, but never more than that, and it was my first time seeing him naked.
