And we can’t have that.
Reaching behind me, I slip my hand slowly over Julius’s abs, my bottom twitching as his hot cock digs into my ass cheek. With a roll of my hips, I gently grind against him, contracting my pussy until Vonn’s knot slowly deflates and pops free, sending a gush of fluids rushing down my legs.
“Didn’t you say there was something you wanted to do?” I tease, stroking him until the cool metal on his cock slips over my fingers. Not wanting to hurt him, I grip his shaft gently, jacking up and down until his pre-cum leaks onto my hand.
“Fuck, firebrand. You’re killing me here. Let me lick up all that raspberry cream.”
I flip onto my back and stare into his darkened eyes. Pupils blown, Julius’s nostrils flare, and he groans when I nod.
“You did promise me all the orgasms, after all.” He bounces up eagerly, and I bring my fingers to my lips, tasting the tangy sweetness he left there. Just the lemon alone makes me whimper, and I yearn for more. “Then I want you to teach me how to pleasure you properly with all those piercings."
“Fuck. You’re everything and more.” Julius rolls on top of me, his weight a comfort, before heading lower, but just as he’s about to make good on his promise, a loud, shrill ring echoes off every wall in the room, impossibly emphatic and painful.
“Shit! Fuck! That’s the ringtone for Asher’s school.” Frantically, I rush to get off the bed, narrowly missing my knee connecting with my lemon Alpha’s face.
The school rarely calls, and intrusive thoughts of Asher lying bruised and broken detonate in my mind. In a full-blown panic, I rush for the phone that’s lying in a puddle of clothing on the floor. Sticky fluid slithers down my legs, but I pay it no mind, diving for the only thing that matters. The ringing immediately stops as my hand grasps the cool metal.
“No. No. No.” The room swirls, and I can’t get a hold of myself, even though I’m aware my reaction is extreme. All the stress of knowing that our faces made it on national news catches up with me.
What if someone’s stolen him? What if the school gave him to Evan?
Suddenly, I can’t breathe, and I gasp and claw at the phone, needing to call them back. Fortunately, the ringing starts once more, making dread claw my stomach to ribbons.
Strained, I accept the call. “What’s going on? Is Asher all right?” The question comes out in a pathetic whine, and I’m plucked off the floor only to find myself cuddled into a solid, warm chest.
“Is this Ms. Alton?” a voice asks, and I want to reach through the phone and slap the woman on the other end for not answering me.
“Yes. Is. My. Son. All right!” This is life and death here; she had better answer quickly.
“Can you please confirm his birthdate?”I want to rip out your eyeballs.Screaming won’t get me anywhere, so I rattle it off, but the entire time, my heart thunders erratically.
“Is Asher all right?” I ask once more. Now that I’ve verified my identity and connection to him, they should be able to answer the damn question.
“Your son is absolutely fine. He is safe in class.” Relief courses through my veins, but the word “safe” stands out to me. It’s not what they would usually say. Why safe?
“However,” she continues, “there were people who came to the school looking for him. They didn’t make it past our security gates. We didn’t even buzz them into the main office, so we wanted to make you aware of the situation.”
“Who did they say they were?” It could be anyone, but my gut already knows what she’s going to say. Damn, public spectacle at a hockey game.
“They stated they were his grandparents. And an older gentleman with them claimed to be Asher’s father.” There’s curiosity in her voice, but when I remain silent, she continues, “None of them are on his approved release list. Additionally, they couldn’t verify his birthdate, so I asked them to leave the premises.”
“Are they still there?” There’s only one thing that matters to me right now.Get to Asher. Keep him safe.
“No, Miss Alton, they have left the premises. We watched them get into a car and drive away. We just wanted to make you aware of the situation.” That’s at least a good thing, but nothing will settle me until I have my boy in my arms. After lifting off Julius’s lap, I scoop up my clothes from the floor and rush for the bathroom.
“Thank you so much. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes to pick him up.” My hands tremble as I swipe toilet paper to wipe Vonn’s sticky cum from between my legs.
“There is no need for that, Ms. Alton. He’s in class, safe and unaware that there was even a situation.” My brain short-circuits. I’m looking down at my body, not fully present. I knew this day would come; it had to, but they have no claim over my son. Evan’s name isn’t on his birth certificate, and as long as they don’t get a DNA test, they can’t prove paternity.
Run. Run. Run.
I can’t let these people dig their claws into him. The thought of Asher stuck under my mother’s thumb, berated for every little mistake, or my stepfather treating him with disdain, makes me want to vomit.
“I appreciate how you protected him and kept them away, but I’m gonna come grab him anyway just for safety reasons.”So I can take him far away from here.
“Absolutely, Ms. Alton, we completely understand and will let him know that you are on your way.”
“Thank you,” I say as I hang up, my heart pounding, my legs shaking. There’s no time for tears right now. Once dressed, I rush out into the room, clothing askew. I smell like Alpha cum and slick, but it doesn’t matter.
