“Where the fuck have you been?” I ask him.
“I had to clear my head,” he says.
“You couldn’t text me and tell me you were okay or when you would be home? I’ve been so stressed out worrying about you!”
He walks over and stands in front of me. At this moment I’m not liking how tall he is, so I stand on top of the couch. This makes us about even height wise. I push against his shoulder hard, though he doesn’t move at all.
“Don’t push me, Cami,” he growls.
“Literally or figuratively?”
“Fucking both. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to get attached to someone I shouldn’t have. And here you come, fucking crashing through my life and making me want things I don’t deserve and can’t have. It’s clear that my baggage is too much.”
“Where did you pull that idea from, your ass? I never said that.”
“Your silence was enough. Every time you’re mad at me, you give me the silent treatment.”
I nod, ’cause he’s not wrong and now I can see where he was coming from a bit more.
“Smith, I just didn’t want to gush my bleeding heart for you in the backseat of Franklin’s car. I thought it would be better to be by ourselves.”
“It doesn’t matter, Cami. I’ll never be enough for you, you’ll want more. I’m not a rich man, and I can’t take care of you like other Alphas could.”
I place my hands on his shoulders and look him in the eyes. “In the words of Cher, ‘Mom, I am a rich man.’” I say it in the best imitation of Cher possible. “I don’t need or want money from you, Smith. I just want you. You’re all I need. I can’t tell you right here and now that I won’t ever want a pack. But right now, I can tell you that you are all I want and all I could ever need in a partner and a man. You make me feel protected, cherished, and special. No one has ever made me feel more cared for than you do. What more could I ask for in an Alpha? I love you, Smith.”
His eyes lock with mine and I see so much openness and vulnerability in them. “I thought I loved Hannah, but after being here with you, I know now that it wasn’t the case. You’re the most caring, beautiful, generous, lively person I have ever met. And I don’t know why you would love an asshole like me, but if you’re still willing to give me a chance, I promise to do my best to be everything you deserve. I love you too, Cami.”
I don’t give him a moment to take it back. I leap into his arms. Wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his muscular body. His hands grip me by my ass as he carries me to his bedroom. He stares at me like this isn’t really happening.
My fingertips tangle into his hair when his green eyes lock to mine. “Is this really happening right now?” he asks.
I don’t answer, I just grab him tighter by his hair and bring his lips to mine. It’s a frenzied kiss. The kind where you can’t get enough of the other person. His hands grow even tighter on my ass as our lips touch and our tongues tangle. He moans against my mouth and that’s the moment I lose it. I want every single part of Smith. I need him to touch me, take me, make me his.
I’m ready to prove that he is enough. Make him mine, so he never questions himself again.
He tosses me on his bed and I bounce on the mattress.
“Clothes off, now,” he orders with a glint in his eye. He removes his shirt and pants and I can’t help but to stare at his strong, beautifully built body.It’s mine now.I’m so blinded by his deliciousness that I don’t do as he asks. I can’t help but stare at his massive cock, it’s just as glorious as I remember. He grips my shorts and panties, pulling them down at the same time. My chest rises and falls as I breathe heavily with anticipation.
“Show me those perfect fucking tits, little star.”
This time, I listen and remove my shirt and top. My breasts aren’t large, but they are close to a handful. His hand pushes me down by my sternum and his large body is on top of mine.
“Do you know how many times I pictured you naked, underneath me?” he asks.
“How many?”
“I jerk off every night thinking about you. Your beautiful skin, your thick ass, these perky tits,” he says as he lightly smacks my left breast. “I don’t even know where to start. I want to devour you.”
“Then devour me, I’m yours.”
“Fucking right, you’re mine. Gonna eat this pussy till you can’t think straight,” he says as he places pecks down the column of my throat to my collarbone and breasts. Smith makes his way down my stomach, placing sweet kisses against my skin. He grabs my thigh, opening my legs and exposing my pussy to him. I know I’m already wet and ready for him.
Smith groans as he looks down at me. Using his thumb and pointer finger, he lightly tugs on my clit, making my back arch off the bed. “You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. Is all this slick for me?” he asks.
“Only you,” I reply, and my answer makes him groan. I watch as he strokes himself twice as he continues placing light touches to my dripping center.
“I’ve been wondering what you would taste like since I smelled your scent that first time.” He inserts two fingers inside me, which makes me thrust up. Begging for more pressure, more of him inside me. I’ve never felt this need for an Alpha in my life. I want everything. He takes the two fingers and puts them inside his mouth, sucking my slick off them dramatically. “Fucking sweet. My new favorite taste. I want to wake up every morning with this pussy on my mouth,” he says before he does just that.
