His pupils dilate, nostrils flaring. My cheeks heat as what I just said clicks.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind that.” He bites his lip, and my heart starts to race, arousal trickling down my spine. “Not at all. I’d bottom for you, Omega. Any fucking day.”
Well, fuck me. I’ve never thought I’d ever get the chance to fuck an Alpha, not that I wanted to before.
But this one? Oh yeah, I’d be down for that. To see this big cocky man under me, moaning like a little whore.
My eyes widen. Where the fuck did that come from?
“Let’s go.” I clear my throat, stepping around him before he notices just how hard my cock is.
When I get outside, I pause, looking at the empty driveway. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” Sloane steps up behind me.
“I forgot that my truck and Lexi’s car are back at the club.” I turn to face him. “Hope you’re in the mood for a nice autumn walk.”
He grins. “You can give me a tour of what's between here and there.”
I snort a laugh. “Why not?”
“So,” Sloane says, walking backwards so he can face me. “Tell me about yourself, Sugar Tits. What kind of things do you like? What do you hate? What's your favorite color? Music? Food? Do you sleep with a fan? Are you more of a pillow, blanket, or both kind of Omega?”
“I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” My brows raise in amusement. “Sugar tits?”
He winks. “Well, you won’t let me call you little Omega. I like it.”
“I don’t have tits.”
“No. But your t-shirt hugs your pecs real nice.” He wiggles his brows.
“You are unbelievable.” I shake my head, fully amused. I like Sloane, he’s fun. “To answer your questions. I like to go hunting, fishing, and camping. I love being outside and helping out with the community. I’m good with my hands. I hate assholes, it doesn’t matter the designation. And small yappy dogs. Like, why do they have to be so loud?”
Sloane’s lips twitch, but he keeps listening. I have no idea how he hasn’t fallen yet, but he keeps walking backwards. Is this some weird special forces training or something?
“I love the color green, but not the basic green. Like the deep forest green. My music tastes vary depending on my mood. Nothing takes precedence over another. Just not a fan of screamo. I can’t understand what they say. Favorite food would be pizza, burgers, and pretty much anything you can find at a sports bar or barbecue on a grill. But a good juicy steak would take the top spot. I do sleep with a fan, but it depends on the time of the year if it’s pointed at me or not. I like the white noise, can’t stand the silence, and neither can Lexi. I’m both a blanket and pillow person. Lexi loves anything soft. Socks, stuffies. So we have a mix of things. And... yeah. That should answer all your questions.”
He nods his head, looking like he’s thinking for a moment. “So when you say you're good with your hands, how good are we talking?” He lifts a brow and smiles because I know what he means. “And when you say you hate assholes, that doesn’t include mine, does it? Because I have a very nice asshole. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
“Oh my god,” I chuckle.
He comes to a stop, making me stop as well. He steps up to me, my breath catching at how close he is. “I haven’t seen Aiden’s much. He’s pretty uptight when it comes to his asshole.” He smirks before chuckling deeply. “But for a pretty thing like you, I’d bet he’d let you right in.”
Fuck. Me. Right now.
Shaking my head, I step past him. If I play into his banter, I might let him fuck me right here on the street, and that is not the type of town gossip I want going around.
“What about you?” I ask as Sloane jogs over to me. “Tell me about yourself.”
“Weeeeell.” He walks next to me now. “I love the color black. Not a big music person, but anything with a good beat is nice. When we’re not working, I like to game. It’s a nice way to wind down. I love all food. I’m not picky, so I will eat anything.” He grins. “I meananything.”
He doesn’t mean... fuck, does he? Huh. I guess we shall see.
“I can sleep anywhere. Sound and temperature don’t matter to me. I love horror movies. And I do enjoy camping, fishing, and hunting too.”
“Oh.” I grin. “Well, you’re going to love the cabin then.”
“Cabin?”
