“Hurts?” Peter asked. There wasn’t anything he could do about it if it did, but he hoped that Chad wasn’t in so much pain that he was having a bad time.
“No, it’s just…big.”
Peter leaned down and kissed his cheek, and Chad relaxed under him.
The young alpha’s easy submission was driving Peter crazy. It made him feel strong and powerful andprotectivein a way he’d never experienced.
For a second he wondered if maybe he was the one being seduced—if Chad knew exactly what he was doing, and was playing Peter’s instincts like a fiddle—but he dismissed the idea immediately. No one was that good of an actor. Besides, trying to pull one over on an alpha like Peter was a suicide mission.
Peter closed his eyes and let his face come to rest on the back of Chad’s head, the alpha’s short hairs tickling his cheek. Chad was breathing heavily, Peter moving up and down with each breath, and after a few minutes Peter took mercy on him and rolled over. He pulled Chad with him, placing an arm over his chest and spooning him.
Chad made a small contented sound, and Peter grinned into his neck. His knot soon returned to normal, but Peter didn’t pull out. He liked the feel of Chad’s tight hole warming his cock.
A few minutes later Chad started snoring. Peter blinked, not sure why he was caught off guard by the fact that Chad felt safe enough to go to sleep. He gently extricated himself from Chad’sbody and slipped out of the bed, heading to the bathroom to clean off his cock and get a washcloth. He moved stealthily back into the bedroom and rolled Chad onto his belly, cleaning off the mess he’d made of the younger alpha’s ass and inner thighs. There was nothing to be done about the wet spot Chad was sleeping on, but he didn’t seem too uncomfortable.
Once Chad was moderately clean, Peter slipped back into bed and pulled the covers up over their bodies. He hesitated before moving in close to Chad’s sleeping body, not sure if Chad would welcome that kind of intimacy if he were awake, but in the end he couldn’t help himself.
With one arm draped over Chad’s back, Peter buried his face in the pillow next to Chad and closed his eyes.
He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this peaceful.
***
Chapter 9
Chad woke up with an ache in his ass and Peter practically sleeping on top of him. The larger alpha was snoring gently, his arm and leg slung over Chad’s body in a ball-tingling show of possessiveness.
Other than the sound of Peter’s breathing, the room was completely silent. There was no hint of the city below, and Chad took a second just to enjoy the lack of sirens, honking cars, andnoise. Then he glanced at the clock on the bedside table, and a jolt of adrenaline shot through him.
He was supposed to be at the Tank Security training facility in less than forty minutes. He had signed up for the morning classes on advanced hand-to-hand combat, and the last thing he wanted was to be late on his first day. Space in the class was limited, and his absence would not go unnoticed.
Not sure if Peter would appreciate being woken up so early, Chad tried to untangle himself from the alpha’s possessive grip. Peter made a disgruntled sound as Chad lifted the arm over his chest away, but Chad managed to free himself without Peter waking up.
Moving quietly, Chad gathered his jeans and boots off the floor and pulled them on in a hurry. As he buttoned his jeans, he tried to get used to how sore his hole felt.
There was no denying how much he had enjoyed submitting to Peter. It had felt like falling off a cliff and finding out he could fly.
Now that he knew that being with Peter was something that he enjoyed, Chad wasn’t going to spend time worrying about it. If anyone found out about what he had let the older man do to him… well, it wasn’t like he had any reason to be embarrassed. There was nothing weak about submitting to an alpha like Peter.
Casting a last glance at Peter’s sleeping form, sheets pulled down to his hips to expose the huge slabs of muscle that made up his chest and obliques, as well as his rippled eight-pack and wide shoulders, Chad licked his lips and resisted the temptation to stay.
He didn’t think he’d want to get fucked again anytime soon, but there were other things they could do. Chad nearly moaned when he thought of all the things he’d like to try with the older man. Even just spending an hour kissing him and exploring that magnificent body with his tongue sounded like heaven.
But Chad had to go to class. He slipped out of the bedroom, finding the rest of his clothes in the living room, and made his way to the front hallway. He looked around for something he could use to leave a note explaining why he had to leave.
He didn’t want Peter to think that he’d regretted what had happened between them.
Seeing nothing that resembled a pen or paper, Chad moved back into the penthouse. After a minute of frantic searching, he ended up in the kitchen where he found a pen and notebook lying in the top drawer next to the fridge.
Thank you for last night, I had a great time. Sorry I had to run—signed up for morning classes.
Chad Brand
Chad wrote his cell phone number under his signature and left the note on the kitchen counter. He turned around and rushed to the exit and climbed into the elevator. The view of the city lit up by the morning sunrise was even nicer than it had been the night before, but again Chad paid it no mind.
Pressing the button for the lobby, Chad waited impatiently as it took him down to the first floor. He practically ran toward the door, throwing his arm up to hail a cab before he’d even made it outside.
The gesture proved unnecessary. There was a cab right on the curb with an older couple stepping out of it, and Chad climbed inside before they’d had a chance to close the door. He instructed the driver to take him to the Tank Security training facility.
