Page 40 of One for the Money
“Did I tell you you could fuck my face?”
“No, but…”
“No, what?” I ask, sitting back on my heels and fisting my cock. His eyes track my hand, and he licks his lips. “No, what?” I ask again.
“No, Beta.”
I smile, taking his cock in my free hand. I pump them at the same pace, staring up at my Alpha.
Sometimes, I’m in control of a scene, and at other times, Quinton is. We switch back and forth on who tops more often than not. So our designations, Alpha and Beta, truly mean nothing in terms of ranking in our relationship.
I’m proud to be his Beta, just as he is proud to be my Alpha. Beta is not synonymous with submissive any more than Alpha is with dominant, despite what society will try to tell us.
And it’s never more obvious than when I have my Alpha in my hand, writhing and thrashing for relief that only I can grant him.
I pull him into my mouth again, sucking hard andstroking, relishing in his swears and groans. It’s hard to give myself attention, too, but I manage, and as I feel him thickening in my mouth, I inch closer to the edge with him.
“I’m going to come,” he pants out, feeding his fingers in my hair and pulling tight but not thrusting. “Please, please, please, can I come? Can I please?”
We lock eyes, his strange gray ones watering with desire. I nod and suction hard, and he explodes in my mouth. With three strokes I join him, cum splattering on the linoleum floor of my trailer. Quin slips down the wall and reaches for me. I climb into his lap, letting him use me for all of his nurturing tendencies. Even when I’m in control of a scene, his aftercare is always caring for me.
He’s a nurturer, through and through.
I shouldn’t be surprised that he has Alex in his sights. A wounded bird he wants to nurse back to health.
As he buries his face in my neck, inhaling my scent, I can feel his body relax beneath me.
For now, his pain is okay.
For now, his brain is clear.
And I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
Chapter 15
I glancedown at my bare wrist. I don’t need a watch to tell me that I’m late.
Jude’s truck is idling, waiting for me, no doubt, to head to town. I yank open the door to the vehicle, climb in, and apologize rapidly.
“My bad, I got distracted, I know I’m late, I just-” My words dry up as I stare at Dr. Alex Shields.
Her dark, wavy hair is pinned back and gathered low on her neck, and her eyes are cast down at her knees. Jude sits on the other side of her, hands gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white.
It’s dead silent.
This is going to be a long fucking drive.
“Well, hello there, Doc,” I croon, fluttering my eyelashes at her as I pull my seatbelt on. “What brings you to town with us today?”
“Need to restock,” she says softly. Her body is tense, like she’s trying to make herself as small as possible, eyes on her fingers where they dig into the soft black fabric ofher leggings. “Can we switch spots, Dario? I prefer to sit by the window.”
“You’re the smallest,” Jude says, putting the truck into reverse. “I told you, it makes sense for you to sit in the middle.”
“Yeah, but-”
“But nothing, Alex. It’s also the safest spot for you in the event of a crash. Please don’t fight me on this.”
Why is this the hill our esteemed leader is dying on? I don’t care if I sit bitch. Never bothered me one bit. I can think of worse places to be than stuck between them.
