“She took pictures in the house, picked up souvenirs that she likely would have sold to the press, and cornered Dexter in the kitchen.” I laugh, but there’s no humor in the sound.
She really wanted to land herself a rock star.
“Luckily, Jude and Vince were home, and the house had surveillance cameras everywhere. Without that proof to back up Dexter’s version of events—he told her to fuck off and to go put some clothes on—it would have gotten a whole lot uglier. And I was the reason she was there in the first place.” I sigh, my eyes popping open to study Cove’s face. “My mom was the most manipulative person I’ve ever known. One example, I could probably write off. But two? I convinced myself I was cursed when it came to omegas.”
“It wasn’t your fault that she was there. That was on her, but I get it. We all have damage,” she says, keeping her voice low. “My sperm donor took advantage of my mom when she wasn’t evena legal adult. She had two kids when she was my age. There are shitty human beings of every designation.”
“Yeah.”
“Not that I gave you any reason to see omegas differently.”
“Nah, stop that. Guys are dicks all the time, and no one expects them to apologize. I came onto the bus with a bad attitude. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’m sorry for not taking the time to get to know you.” I pull my hands from under her thighs.
Keeping one on her lower back, I bring the other to cradle her head. Her hair is still wet, and it’s turned my T-shirt see-through around the tops of her breasts.
I get distracted by the fact I can see her nipples poking through the thin material, and Cove laughs. I’m not sure when she relocated her hands to my shoulders, but she smacks me playfully.
“Did you check out my tits and forget what you were going to say?”
“Sorry, princess. They’re really nice tits.” I smirk, ducking until our faces are close together.
Her eyelashes flutter, and she pushes up onto her knees. I don’t even get to ask if I can kiss her. She stares up at me under her lashes and nips at my lip.
My cock jumps under her, and the sweats I changed into when we first got back to the bus do nothing to hide the reaction.
Cove whimpers, and I shove my tongue into her mouth, taking over the kiss. My fingers weave into her hair as our tongues clash. She wiggles over my lap, only making me harder.
The mewls and moans she releases egg me on, and my hand snakes up the back of my shirt, gripping her ass.
Her fingers dig into my neck as she grinds over me, and I love that she’s only in a single piece ofmyclothing.
That orange creamy scent of hers is everywhere.
I’m not sure if it’s a reaction to her potent pheromones or if it’s the way she works her pussy over my dick that has my instincts screaming to pin her down and fuck into her like an animal.
It’s been a lot of years since I’ve made out with anyone, but it’s really working for me. My fingers tease lower on her ass, brushing her pussy from behind.
The little omega sobs against my lips, nodding into the kiss. Using my hold in her hair, I pull her face to the side, getting close to her ear.
“You keep grinding all over my cock like that, and I’m going to have a mess for you to clean up in my sweats.” I nip at her earlobe and suck on her neck.
If she gets much louder, everyone on the bus will know what’s happening. We have a driver and a backup, but we’re lucky this bus has a door separating us from them. Though, I doubt it offers any protection from them overhearing what’s going down back here.
“I’d rather have you come inside me.” Cove takes matters into her own hands, reaching between us. She grabs the top of my sweats, shoving them down. I push up on my feet to make it easier, and she gets them down a bit. I’m still in my T-shirt and socks with my pants around my knees.
She’s still relatively new to having good sex.
I’m supposed to be spoiling her.
She grabs my cock, sliding it through her lower lips.
A feral growl rattles from my chest, and I scratch my teeth down her throat a little too roughly.
That’s definitely going to leave a mark.
Fuck.
Chapter Twenty-Two
