Page 65 of Sugar Rush
His pupils were blown out, his lips curled back to reveal his white teeth, his deep growl pouring out through them. But he didn’t break free of the hold I had on him like I knew he could have if he’d really wanted.
“Fuck, Jordy,” he whined out. That husky, desperate quality in his voice was so fucking hot I wanted to squeal. It activated the same neurons in my brain as when he used his authoritative alpha tone on me. “You’re going to kill me.”
“In a good way, right?” I crooned out, the calm, soothing timbre of my voice a direct contrast to his. Testingly, I clenched my muscles around him, biting down into my lower lip when he groaned, his eyes rolling back a bit.
“Fuck, yes. It’s good. You’re so fucking perfect. I-” He stopped, whimpering, his eyes squeezing closed like he was trying to stop himself from saying anything else.
“You can tell me,” I prompted him softly, gently coaxing his head down so he could release his moans into my neck and shoulder and nuzzle into my skin. I knew it would be easier for him to say what he needed to say if he didn’t have to look at me while he was doing it. “I want to know what you’re feeling.”
“I just- I just want you. All the time. You’re all I want.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I reminded him. When I stroked a hand down his sweat-dampened back, he shivered, arching up into my palm. “I told you I’m all yours.”
“Only mine,” he insisted.
“Yeah,” I answered, squeezing his torso tightly so there wasn’t any space between us. “Only yours.”
Once the waves of pleasure ebbed and he could finally relax, we tossed the top comforter onto the floor. Between my slick and all the cum he’d pumped into me, we’d basically created a man-made lake in the middle of the hotel room. The blanket would be housekeeping’s problem tomorrow.
On his back, Kieran shifted a little as I snuggled into his side, resting my head on his chest. We hadn’t been cuddled together like this before. But the thought of waking up pressed against him like this was a little too tempting to pass up.
“You won’t have nightmares if we’re like this, right?” I mumbled. Exhaustion had suddenly crashed over me like a tidal wave, my eyelids as heavy as iron.
“No,” he confirmed quietly, his voice softly slurring. He was just as tired as I was. “You smell too good for that.”
The compliment was a pleasant little bloom in my stomach, before I realized exactly what he’d said.
“Wait, you can smell me?” I wondered. He had to be talking about my omega scent, but he’d never mentioned it before.
“Mhm.” He let out the noise of affirmation before slipping into sleep right in front of my eyes. It was the second time he’d crashed out right before something good was about to happen.
Sighing lightly, I shook my head, tugging the sheets up to cover us before letting myself drop into sleep as well.
KIERAN
I’D NEVER REALLYliked the beach. In general, spending extended amounts of time outdoors had never done anything good for me, just made me sweaty and sometimes covered in bug bites, depending on the time of year. But because it was our last day in town, and I knew Jordy desperately wanted to go, I shut my mouth and let him have his fun.
I’d finished my client’s sleeve in the early afternoon, and he’d given me a really generous tip for my time and travel. It looked great, and he’d promised to post it on social media and tag me, which was great for me. I’d accomplished a really great tattoo and taken another step in building up my client base, but even that satisfaction really paled to everything else that had happened on the trip.
Next to me, on the giant tropical-print beach towel he’d packed, Jordy was curled up in the shade provided by the big beach umbrella we’d rented from the nearby little seaside shop. I was pretty sure he was asleep, but I didn’t want to wake him up by attempting to check. He was the type of person to fully recharge with a 10-minute power nap, so I wouldn’t rob him of that.
I didn’t exactly know what was going on in my head, but everything felt so incredibly surreal. We’d spent the day before resting and recovering in the room, other than the handful of hours I’d left to finish the second leg of the tattoo. And then today I’d knocked out the last bit early so we could do this.
He’d dragged me out into the water, splashing and zipping around me like a slick little sea otter, and then he’d coerced me into building sandcastles with him while he’d chattered on about the made up lore he’d crafted for the imaginary residents inside.
People glanced at us when they passed by, either indifferently or with obvious appreciation. Probably because Jordy was so cute. In my head I’d always imagined people would look at us together and see something… unsettling. Or unpleasant. Like they’d somehow sense that I was corrupting my perfectly peppy little stepbrother with my cursed energy.
Did they think we were together? I wasn’t sure if I could believe anyone’s mind would go to that, but at the same time it was probably the most logical conclusion. We didn’t look anything alike, and we were around the same age. Plus he was always hanging all over me, like a sexy little burr. I’d have to discourage him from doing that once we were back home, because people knew us in our town, but… I really didn’t want to.
Having him be so openly affectionate with me, where we didn’t need to hide anything and I didn’t need to pretend that I didn’t want him, had opened up something inside me that I didn’t know if I could close back up. I didn’t know if I wanted it closed back up. It felt like it would leave some horrific trauma scar that I’d be stuck with for the rest of my life.
I thought about Ritchie, who I’d already bought a big conch shell and a little bag of sea salt taffy for. What would he think if he ever found out what was going on? He knew Jordy, and he’d even called him cute once, which I’d chewed him out for. At any rate, I hoped he’d understand and not think I was some kind of deviant pervert.
A gust of wind ripped through, rustling the hem of our umbrella and sending the scent of sunscreen and salt through my senses. A group of kids off in the distance screamed as theirbeach ball was thrown into the ocean and they had to scramble into the water to retrieve it.
Jordy stirred a little, making some adorable little mumbling noise as he floated in the between realm of sleep and consciousness. Tilting my head as I watched him, I couldn’t help but notice all these tiny things I hadn’t let myself notice before. Like the way his pale skin had the faintest tinge of pink where his wrist and ankle bones were, or the way his blond hair was just the tiniest bit lighter at the ends, almost white. He had a freckle on the back of his left knee.
He’d popped an adhesive patch over the glucose monitor on the back of his arm to keep it from getting damaged in the salt water. They had plain beige ones, but he’d picked out the ones printed with bananas and cartoon monkeys. If given a choice, he’d always pick the cuter, more colorful option of anything. I suddenly wondered if Chester would keep checking his levels on the app even when he left for college, and call to check on him. What would it be like having someone that invested in keeping you alive? Would I feel like that if I ever had a kid?
