Page 5 of Take Me (Alphas Forever 1)

Blair

I’m in complete shock when Shane says those words to me. I want you to be mine. Up until he kissed me, I was under the assumption that he didn’t even want me working in his shop. I’d been getting a cold vibe from him ever since I’d arrived.

But, obviously, I was dead wrong. Not only does he want me to be here, but he wants me. And he wants me bad.

I know there are so many reasons why I shouldn’t feel the same way about him, too, but…screw it. I want what I want.

The way he looked at me before he stepped out of the storage room makes me both wet and overwhelmed. The idea of doing anything more than kissing him freaks me out. I know that partially that’s because I’m so inexperienced—I’ve only gone so far as touching a guy—but it’s also because I can tell that Shane is...um, well-endowed, to put it mildly. When we kissed, and he pulled me up close to him, I could feel the big thing straining through the layers of fabric separating us.

I take a deep breath and gather myself. Minutes before, I was ready to quit, but I’m feeling a lot more confident now that I can rock this job. I can do this.

I smooth my hair and head back out to the front of the shop. Shane glances at me and shoots me a quick smile. And for the rest of the day, I keep that smile in mind every time I start to falter. When I break a waffle cone, I think of Shane’s smile. When I accidentally scoop the wrong ice cream for a customer, I think of Shane’s smile. When I manage to jam up the cash register...well, you get the picture.

Eventually, I serve our last customer of the day, and it’s time to close up shop.

I ask Shane what he wants me to do, but he doesn’t seem to hear. He just walks over to the front door, locks it, and then turns out the lights in the shop. The sudden darkness startles me. It’s not pitch black—there’s light coming in from the street lamps outside—but it’s now dark enough inside the shop that I wouldn’t be able to tell one flavor of ice cream from another.

“Um, Shane?” I ask.

He walks across the room toward me. When he reaches me, he lifts me up and sets me on the counter. Suddenly I get why he turned out the lights: he doesn’t want anyone to see what we’re about to do.

But what are we about to do? I’ve had numerous fantasizes about what losing my virginity will be like, and I can’t say that any of them have involved sitting on a counter in an ice cream shop. I want him, but I don’t know if I want it to happen like this.

Shane leans down and kisses me. And for a few moments, I get totally lost in his kiss. He somehow manages to be both strong and tender with his lips.

But then his big hands start to slide up my thighs, and I get all nervous again.

“Shane—”

He squeezes my thighs. “Let me pleasure you,” he says.

My breath catches in my throat. “Pleasure me?”

“I want to lick your pussy, Blair.”

“Oh—I—um—” I’m a stuttering mess.

Shane laughs. “Just relax.”

So I do. I let him take off my skirt and tug off my panties. I shiver with anticipation as he pushes open my knees, spreading my legs wide. He kneels before me and plants kisses up my inner thighs, murmuring between kisses how beautifully juicy they are. By the time he reaches my center, I’m dripping wet. I didn’t even know I could get this wet. Shane extends his tongue and drags it over my clit and a high-pitched gasp escapes from my mouth.

The twenty minutes that follow are so intensely good that I almost feel like I’m going to pass out from pleasure. Over and over again, Shane licks and sucks me until I near the edge of orgasm, then backs away and forces me to cool off. Meanwhile, I’m moaning and panting and begging for him to make me come.

“Not yet, baby girl,” he says. “Not yet.”

“Please, Shane.”

“Not yet,” he growls, and turns his face away to kiss my thigh.

My whole body is covered in sweat. My thighs are aching. My pussy is so wet that I feel like I might slip right off the counter.

I’m this close to moving my hand over to my clit and finishing myself off when Shane finally decides to give me what I want. He buries his face in my pussy and eats me out so vigorously that I cry out uncontrollably. The orgasm he gives me radiates in a hot burst through my body. And it goes on and on.

Holy fuck. What kind of magic is this man?

As I come down the other side, Shane stands and wraps his arms around me.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he says. “That’s it. Ride it out.”

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