I need to get laid. Maybe a visit to The Frenzy is needed sooner than I thought.
A flash of Alaric on his knees, that smug grin on his face as he wraps his lips around my cock, taking me all the way to the back of his throat has me shifting in my seat, my perfume permeating the air around me.
“Nope. Not fucking happening.” Hastily, I get to my feet, grab my papers and everything else I need off my desk and shove them into my messenger bag before slinging it over my shoulder and rushing out of my classroom.
After grabbing something to eat, I head back to my room for my next class.
I’m distracted the rest of the day, my mind drifting to a pair of sea green eyes.
Thankfully, I make it through the day without any major fuck ups.
To clear my head, and for a much needed distraction, I walk down to one of my favorite stops for an after work drink.
It’s a quiet little dive bar filled with regulars. The first time I stepped foot in here, it became obvious that I was out of place. While I was dressed in a finely pressed suit, everyone else was in jeans and T-shirts..
After some odd looks, people left me alone to drink my troubles away.
The owner of the bar, Dorris, a very old, very feisty omega asked me what I was drinking and never questioned who I was, or what I was doing there.
After five months of being back, The Dirty Dog has become somewhat of a second home. If I’m not staying after class working, I’m here drinking.
I push the door to the bar open, the little bell above it making the patrons aware of my arrival. I get a few odd glances, but otherwise I’m ignored.
“Hey Ham. How’s it going?” Dorris’ raspy smoker’s voice greets me as I make my way over to my spot at the bar.
“My name is Beckham.” I chuckle, shaking my head, pulling the stool out to take a seat.
“I know your damn name, boy.” she waves me off. “Now, Hammy boy, what can I get you?” she asks. Yet as she does, she’s making me my regular. “Bourbon on the rocks, yeah?” She places the glass on the counter in front of me.
“Thanks.” I grab the glass and down it in one go.
Dorris’ gray brows raise in surprise.
“Damn, pretty boy. Something got your knickers in a twist?” She makes me another drink without even needing to ask.
“It’s nothing.” I mutter, pulling out the pack of smokes from my dress suit pocket and taking out a cigarette.
Placing it between my lips, I grab my lighter.
“Smoking kills, you know.” Her blue eyes sparkle in amusement.
“That’s the goal,” I joke, lighting the cigarette up and taking a drag.
My eyes flutter closed as the nicotine hits my system. It’s a bad habit I’ve been meaning to quit.
And I will. Just not today.
“How was the first day back?” she asks, leaning against the bar top. “Any little shitheads you need to whip into shape?”
My mind goes to Alaric and his pack. I shake my head, scolding myself because they are the last thing I should bethinking about. They shouldn’t even be a thought in my damn mind.
They’ve shaken me a lot more than I thought.
“It was fine.” I blow out a stream of smoke before taking a sip of my drink. Flicking the ash into the ashtray, I take another drag. “Just like any other first day. Most students' minds are still on anything else but school. I give it a week before they start doing what they're supposed to do.”
My first thought,that doesn't extend to Alaric and his pack.I can feel it in my bones, those three are going to give me a run for my money.
The worst part of it all? That damn thought thrills me.
