Page 106 of Sugar Rush
“We have to,” he corrected me.
“No!” I denied, shocked he would even suggest such an insane thing. “No fucking way. We’re not doing that.”
“Yes, we are,” he insisted. The firm finality in his voice scared the shit out of me, because all the times I could ever remember him using it, he’d always ended up having everything his way. “You’re not getting in trouble because of this. There’s no way I would ever let that happen.”
“But… But what about…” Frustrated, I groaned, dragging my palms over my eyes. “Is this seriously how you want it to go? You want to officially become my mate in some random office?”
“Kieran, I’d let you mark me in an alley next to a pile of syringes and crack pipes,” he said flatly. “We both know that.”
A shocked, strangled noise burst out of my throat, and I could barely keep from following it up with a hysterical scream. “Don’t fucking say that!”
“It’s true,” he reiterated softly. Keeping his hands on my face, he raised himself up onto his toes and pressed one soft kiss to my lips. “It doesn’t matter how it happens. And we have the rest of our lives to make memories you’ll be happy with,” he added. “You’re going to be an amazing mate, Kieran. Everything I want and everything I need, all the time.”
I swallowed hard, feeling like my throat was constricting. But as always, his complete trust and confidence in me, and our future together, helped bolster my damaged self esteem.
“I want that. I want to make you happy all the time.”
“You will,” he murmured, pecking me with another sweet, chaste kiss. “Come with me,” he ordered, letting go of my face to tangle his fingers with mine, tugging me further down the hall to another door.
We stepped inside, and he closed it behind us, flicking on the overhead lights to reveal it as a plain looking room with a long table with a lot of chairs on either side. Maybe meant for meetings and conferences. I let him pull me further inside, to another door within that room. When he opened it, I saw it was a supply closet with basic items lining the metal shelves. Not exactly the most romantic or comfortable setting, but it was spacious enough. And the floor was covered in the same thin, shitty commercial carpet as the conference room. But at least it wasn’t unfinished concrete. He ushered me in, then closed it behind us, reaching up to tug on a string to spark up a single lightbulb.
“No one’s going to know we’re in here,” he assured me. “And they won’t be able to hear us. It’s just you and me.”
It wasn’t what I’d wanted, but I supposed it fit the requirements I’d asked for. And it wasn’t like I could take my feelings out on him. It wasn’t his fault he’d gotten attacked by the world’s most persistent psycho.
“Are you sure you… Feel up to this?” I asked. “I mean, with what just happened…”
“I’m okay,” he said. “I was scared, but I’m with you now. And this is so much more important.”
“Yeah, alright,” I finally said.
“Are you okay?” Jordy asked, stepping in close so he could read my eyes. “You’re not going to, like, be all emo about it for the next decade if we do this, right?”
Clearing my throat, I tried to summon a suitable glower. “Excuse me for having a vision of marking you that doesn’t include crack pipes in the alley.”
He bit down into his lower lip as he tried, and failed, to suppress a laugh at my expense. “Okay, sorry. You can be emo about it if you want to. My broody alpha.”
Hearing him call me his alpha did things to me, like always, but my frayed nerves persisted, even after he stepped into my arms, bringing his mouth up to mine for a long, slow kiss. He arched into me, pulling me closer against him, until he made a pouty noise against my mouth.
“You’re not hard,” he pointed out. Hissing out my breath between my teeth, I averted my gaze up to the ceiling and tried to ignore the fact that I could feel myself turning red all over.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jordy, I’m not a boner vending machine. I have feelings, okay?”
He blinked up at me, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wanted to laugh at me again, but there was endearment and affection for me radiating from those big blue eyes.
“And I really, really love you for that.”
Despite the fact that I was hindering his big plan for us, he obviously found it amusing and adorable that I was struggling.
“For someone that loves watching all those lame romance movies, you’re not very sentimental,” I griped. He chuckled, but didn’t look remotely abashed.
“I guess I’m not. Those are just stories. We’re real,” he said, before slipping his hands under my shirt, lightly dragging his fingertips up my abs and chest. “And we’re going to be so good together, Kieran.”
I shivered at his words, and his touch on my bare skin, bringing a serene little smirk onto his cute lips.
“Here,” he finally ordered, nudging and guiding me down to the floor so my back was up against a shelf. He shrugged off my hoodie before gripping the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head. I watched all the lean, pretty muscles in his torso flex and ripple before he tossed it to the floor, sinking down to straddle my lap. Echoing him, I took mine off and pulled him against me. His skin felt like warmed silk against me as he moved his hips over mine, brushing hot kisses over my jaw and neck and shoulder.
Willing myself to hyper-focus all of my senses to only perceive him, his fruity bubblegum scent, his soft lips, the sound of his beautiful little whimpers, I tried to block out every other feeling.
