“That you love pink.” He grinned.
“You mean the person I stole the car from loves pink.”
His expression fell for a second before he figured out my answering smile meant I was joking.
“Don’t worry, cutie, you’re not an accessory to grand theft auto. I moved from Seattle.”
“You think I’m cute?”
“I have eyes, don’t I?”
He wasn’t just puppy-dog cute, he filled out his shirt in a way that made it obvious he could toss me around a room if I wanted him to. God, I wanted to be tossed.
It had been a while since I’d had a little release. I was living in proximity to the horniest pack known to man, and my own sex life had been annoyingly stagnant. When I first got to LA, I hadattempted to date, but one too many overly primped, movie-star wannabes and finance bros had killed my vibe for a while. Toys were great, but they only did so much. Sometimes a gal wanted a body pressed to hers.
And this stranger… his body looked perfect for that. His ocean scent swept over me again, making my core clench, and a needy whine built in my throat. Maybe it was time to break my dry spell?
“Roadside usually takes a couple hours, doesn’t it?”
He nodded, getting back to his feet, hands on his hips and still frowning at the wheel. “Unfortunately. I’d offer to change it, but this model doesn’t come with a spare tire, so you’ll have to get it towed. I’ll call it in and stay with you.”
“You don’t have to, I can wait by myself. I’m sure you have somewhere to be.”
He flashed me a perfect smile. “Nowhere more important than making sure you’re safe.”
God fucking dammit. Why did he have to go and be chivalrous on top of adorable? How was I supposed to resist that combination? “All right, but if you’re staying, I’ve got the perfect way to keep us entertained.”
“And how’s that?”
I walked my fingertips up his chest and threaded them through his curls. “I’m sure you can venture a guess.”
Chapter 2
Avery
Well, my day had taken thebestturn.
Somehow, what had started with going on a boring overnight business trip had turned into crawling into the back of my Mercedes with the most stunning omega I had ever seen.
When I’d seen her on the edge of the road, bent over her door with scraps of tire all over the road, I knew I had to stop and see if she was all right. Roadside assistance was on the way now, thanks to an app my anal-retentive pack mate had made me install for emergencies. Now all we had to do was wait.
Part of me had expected the typical damsel. After all, she looked very much like the usual LA Pilates girl, in a skintight pink tank top, leggings that clung to her ass spectacularly, and blonde hair piled up into a high ponytail that had my hands itching to tug it. Instead of a damsel, I got a sassy and witty omega who smelled like peonies and pure sex. When was the last time an omega had been that intoxicating to me? This little blonde bombshell was fucking perfection.
My intention had been to act like a gentleman: help her with her tire and send her on her way. Not that I had much experience changing tires, and hadn’t done so since I was a teen, but maybe the skill was like riding a bike and I just needed to start doing it?
I was only a mere mortal, though, and wasn’t about to turn down the proposition she’d offered me. I could have sworn the heavens opened up and angels started singing at the suggestion I get my hands on her.
Yes. Yes,please.
The omega pushed me toward my car, and for a moment, I cursed the fact that I hadn’t driven the G-wagon so we’d have more room for fun-time activities.
“A-are you sure you want to?” Why was I questioning her? I must have been a very special kind of idiot to hesitate while this stunner stood in front of me.
“If you’re not up to it, that’s okay,” she said sweetly. “I can always take care of myself instead.”
Ohno. Absolutely not.
I refused to have her doubting my manliness and ability to fuck.
