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He froze above me, his eyes glassed over with bliss, his mouth a perfect ring. My cock gave another valiant twitch at the sight, as though my knot could form without the added pressure of his channel around me. It couldn't, but it twitched with each heartbeat anyway.
Somehow, my leg made it back to the bed, feeling completely boneless and like I'd run five miles in the woods. I grabbed Blake's ass and pulled him to me, trying to convince his cock to stay inside.
He dropped on top of me with a contented sigh. "I'm clearing my calendar for the rest of this vacation," he said. "We're not leaving this bed again until it's time to go home."
"We have to eat," I reminded him.
"All meals in bed," he insisted. "Room service."
"Someone has to go to the door to get the room service."
"But the rest of the time … bed." He kissed me to prevent further argument, but how could I argue with that? I wanted to share as many orgasms as possible with him before we left for home.
CHAPTER 14
BLAKE
Ollieand I rang in the New Year with blow jobs. Our torsos lined up perfectly for sixty-nine. Usually, I was so much taller than my partner, it never worked out.
My height caused so many misunderstandings. Other omegas thought I was an alpha, and I liked being on top, so I didn't correct them. I'd had a lot of fun with another vers omega my senior year of college, but we were strictly fuck buddies. We both graduated and went our separate ways, and that was that.
With Ollie, I felt a deeper connection. I sensed his vulnerability. He and his bear wanted the control, but he'd relinquished it to me and trusted me with his pleasure. Knowing that I did that for him, I made him feel good, was the power rush I needed from this trip. I may not have been supervisor-worthy, but so far, I was boyfriend-worthy, or so I hoped.
My life wasn't instant sunshine and roses now that I'd taken this two-week vacation. I had a three-page-long list of numbers to call and meetings to arrange when I got home. When I read Ollie my list of things I liked to do over the pancakes I finally got around to making, he picked up on the Carving Delights group and asked me to explain what I liked best about it. Since myfavorite piece was my curved-top trunk with hidden shelves, he said cabinetry would fit best.
When I finished reading, he gave me the number for his union leader. "Cabinetry falls under carpentry, and he can tell you where to start for schooling."
They had schools for cabinetry? How had I gotten to be thirty years old without knowing that? "Awesome, thank you!"
Ollie blushed at my praise. I wanted to hold him tight to my chest while I shared everything I'd grown to love over the last two weeks.
"I mean it," I said. "You are awesome. Not only did I have a wonderful vacation, I might even find a new career, all thanks to you."
"It was nothing," he said, but his sweet smile made my heart expand in my chest.
After the new job prospects, the next item on my list would be to find a therapist. Two weeks and a notebook didn't cut my grief the way I'd hoped. I needed help, and I wasn't ashamed to admit it.
I would also take help in any form I could get it. When Ollie bought an extra suitcase and filled it with the stuff I'd accumulated during our trip, including the Christmas decorations, I thanked him with yet another blowjob before our car arrived to take us to the airport. The cabin cooled quickly after we doused the fire, but that didn't stop us. I used all the tricks I had learned over the past few days to bring Ollie to the edge and push him over in a matter of minutes.
Before, I'd worried I wouldn't hold a lover's attention beyond a casual hookup. With Ollie, my confidence grew with each touch, kiss, and lust-filled look. The more we touched, the more he wanted me.
The feeling was mutual. We held hands while we checked out online, returned our matching keys to the lodge's emptyfront desk, and scooted into the back of a waiting Toyota Prius hatchback. Even then, I couldn't keep my hands off him. Our driver seemed oblivious as they listened to talk radio drone about Christmas gift return policies. The seat was minimally wider than our cabin's loveseat, and Ollie's knee was right there for me to squeeze. If my hand wandered closer to his crotch with each bump in the pothole-filled road, that was the road's fault.
We waited to compare boarding passes until we arrived at the terminal. Fate had smiled on us again. Ollie and I had seats A and B in the emergency exit row. Once we boarded and buckled into our seats, I leaned against his shoulder. When we were strangers, I hated the amount of space he took up, but now, I was grateful for the warm pillow beneath my head.
"This is nice," Ollie whispered in my ear.
"Too nice." I sighed. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'll miss you, too, but it's only for a week. You'll come see me on Friday, right?"
Ollie had sent me his address in a text message, and I'd already committed the map to memory. I would have to drive through rush-hour traffic, most likely through snow according to Friday's forecast, but I couldn't wait.
We needed space and time to figure out how we fit in each other's lives beyond our vacation. I knew this on a logical level, but my heart ached every time I imagined spending a night without Ollie.
Time apart would be for my own good. That was my thought when my ride share pulled up outside the airport. I hugged Ollie fiercely and gave him another kiss that left us both breathless, and then it was time to return to my apartment without him.
Vic had turnedthe apartment's thermostat to fifty-five degrees as I'd asked, the lowest possible temperature to keep the pipes from freezing, but I hadn't realized how damn cold that was until my breath clouded around me in the barren living room. I kept Ollie's jacket on and dragged my suitcases to my room.
