I stroke myself to the forbidden scent of sweet cherry and shove the feeling of being a perverted piece of shit deep down into my conscience. Instead, I think of pretty gray eyes and sultry burgundy hair. I lick my lips, throwing my head back as Imove my fist up and down my length, remembering all the slick that poured out of her cunt.
Wrong.
So fucking wrong.
But I come anyway.
Release covers my fist and length. I use the glove to clean myself off, knowing it’s the only time our releases will ever mix.
I take my fucked-up ass to the showers and wash away my sins, wondering what the fuck I was even thinking? I should’ve let someone else handle that call, but the idea of anyone else touching her makes my stomach churn.
She’s off limits. She wouldn’t be interested anyway.
But if I could convince her, if she were mine? I’d have her out of that apartment so fucking fast her head would spin. It wasn’t in the worst part of town, but still not where a single Omega should live. Her place was clean, and fully furnished…Actually now that I think of it, where the hell did she get all the money for the furniture?
I rest my head on the cool tile as the shower pours down my back. I should have checked on her sooner; I was too worried about myself and getting out of that bad situation. A good Alpha, a selfless one, would have made sure that she was okay after Erin kicked her out.
My fist balls up and I rest it against the shower tile. She’s not my responsibility, but why do I want her to be?
It’s hour thirty-two of our forty-eight-hour shift and Sterling, myself, and a few other guys are eating sandwiches on the rear step of the rig. Joey and Raymond are laughing over some dumb joke as a soft voice clears her throat.
When I glance up, it’s none other than Hailey.
Her cheeks are flaming pink, no doubt reliving every embarrassing moment of last night. I do my best to keep my cool and not give her a bigger complex.
“Well, hello there, are you in need of assistance?” Joey says, and I put my sandwich down and smack his chest.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Can I talk to you for a second?” she asks, her neck is now twinged with pink as well.
I nod, and Sterling watches the entire encounter with rapt attention. I walk her to the side of the firehouse, even though I can tell all those assholes are staring over here now.
She hands me a Tupperware container and wraps her arms around her middle.
“I just wanted to bring you muffins to thank you for, you know,” she says, looking like she wants to melt into the floor. “I also wanted to ask that we keep this between us. I really don’t think my mom would handle it well if she knew you touched me. I mean, we both know it was an emergency, but I don’t think she’d see it that way.”
My brows furrow. “Has she threatened you?” I ask, ready to drive over there and tell Erin and her stuck-up Alphas to leave her the fuck alone.
She tilts her head at me. “I haven’t heard from any of them since I moved out.”
“Me either,” I say with a small smile.
“What?”
“I left just about right after she kicked you out. I knew it wasn’t right, along with some other shit. But I’m far away from Erin and those assholes.”
She smiles, but quickly makes it disappear.
“So, I came all the way down here just to embarrass myself even more, huh?”
“You shouldn’t feel embarrassed.” She glares at me and I smile. “What if we act like it never happened?”
“I like that idea.”
“Do you want a tour of the station?” I ask.
She glances over at the building and then over her shoulder.
