Page 7 of Take Me (Alphas Forever 1)

Shane

“Baby girl, you don’t know what you’re getting into,” I say. It’s just after closing time and Blair has just told me her little announcement. I’m not exactly pleased. I’m pretty sure she’s never sucked a cock, and even if she has (although, fuck, that’s an image that I hate), I’d bet my life savings that she’s never sucked one as big as mine. As badly as I want her sweet lips wrapped around my cock, I don’t want to scare her or hurt her.

“You’re right, I don’t know what I’m getting into,” says Blair, batting her eyelashes at me. “So show me.”

Fuck. Those begging eyes of hers...she’s making it really hard to say no.

And then her hands clamp onto my zipper, and start to pull it down, and I know I’m done for.

“Get on your knees,” I say. Obediently, she drops. I dig my hand into my briefs and pull out my cock. I’m pretty sure I hear Blair gasp. But she looks eager, too. Her eyes are wide but gleaming with want. She reaches up and wraps her hand around my throbbing hardness.

I sigh with pleasure as she slides her lips over the head of my cock. And then I watch in amazement as she takes me deeper...and deeper...oh, God. She’s so fucking incredible. Slowly at first, and then faster, she sucks me off, pulling me so deep into her mouth each time that I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I tell her. “Really good.”

She moans in response, her mouth vibrating around me. I grunt and tell her I’m going to come. But instead of pulling me out of her mouth, she sucks me harder, and I spew my seed down her throat.

She swallows, licks her lips, and looks up at me with an expression that is both sheepish and proud. I pull her up and yank her shorts off. She’s not wearing anything underneath and I start to get hard again at the sight of her plump nakedness. When I dive into her with my tongue, I don’t torture her at all this time—I bring her straight into an intense climax. Goddamn, I love how hard she shakes when she comes.

Afterward, as we’re walking out of the shop, I hear Blair’s stomach grumble. And it suddenly occurs to me that I didn’t see her eat anything all day long.

When I ask her about it, she shrugs and says she’s on a diet.

“A diet?” I say. “Fuck, no. You don’t need to diet, Blair.”

“I just want to lose a few pounds.”

“But you’re gorgeous as you are.”

She tries to hide a smile. “That’s sweet of you to say, Shane, but—”

“But nothing,” I say. “I’m bringing you to my place, and I’m going to cook you dinner.”

“You don’t have to do that,” says Blair.

“Yes, I do. My apartment’s close by. Come over, eat, and then I’ll drive you home.”

“You’re not going to give up until I agree, are you?”

I shake my head.

“Okay, fine,” she says.

* * *

At my apartment,I whip up one of my specialties—penne al pomodoro—and set down a plate with a heaping portion in front of her. She seems hesitant, but after she takes the first bite, she can’t resist and digs in. As we eat, we talk about our families, our pasts. I’ve known about the tragic accident that took her parents—I’ve had conversations about it with Jake numerous times—but even already knowing about it, my chest grows tight when she talks about it. I’m truly in awe of her. She’s so resilient.

When it seems like she’s said all she wants to about her past, I ask about her dreams for the future.

“Well...” she says, and eats a piece of penne, “I don’t know what I want to do career-wise, or if I even want to keep living around here. But one thing I do know is that I want a bunch of kids.”

“How many is a bunch?” I ask.

“At least three. Maybe more.”

I nod. A fantasy of our lives together fills my head. We’re in a big house, with four wild, beautiful, happy kids running around...maybe a dog, too. Something protective and loyal.

“You’re smiling,” says Blair.

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