“I can tell.”
“Can you, now?”
“Yes,” I groan as he pulls me flush against him and rolls his hips, his cock hard and leaking as it slides along mine. “Bentley, I’m supposed to be getting rid of germs right now.”
His fingers flex as he lifts his head, looking me in the eyes. “They’re gone, and they’re not coming back.”
Well, he’s obviously not talking about the microscopic shit I could feel multiplying on every inch of my skin before we got in the shower.
Seeing him like that, watching my alpha go into a kind of blind rage that could have easily turned my shop into a crime scene, all because of me was a little scary.
I wasn’t scared of him, I don’t think I could ever be afraid of Bentley knowing how sweet he is, but I was scaredforhim. I love that he wanted to protect me. I love Bentley for loving me so much he was ready to commit murder, but I can’t let that happen.
If he didn’t stop, if he’d have let his instincts completely take over, I could have lost my alpha and that’s not something I’d ever recover from.
“Germs don’t go away forever, Bent,” I say sarcastically as he growls, trying to change the direction of this conversation so it doesn’t derail either of us. “I should know, I have more experience trying to make that happen than Mr. Clean himself.”
My alpha huffs out a laugh before he buries his face in my neck again. “I guess that’s true.”
“It is. You might be robbing the cradle by wanting to mate me, but I’ve been scrubbing surfaces and scalding skin longer than either of us have been alive.”
“Good lord.” Bentley chuckles as he starts backing me into the tile wall. “You’re starting to rub off on me.”
He rolls his hips again as I bump into the cool surface, pulling a gasp from me when he digs his fingers into my ass and lifts me so our cocks line up better.
“S-same,” I moan as I arch into him.
Another dark chuckle has me slicking even more, especially when Bentley drags his lips up my throat and nips at my chin as he sets a painfully delicious pace.
“I didn’t mean that, but I’ll take that kind of rubbing, too.”
So much fucking same.
“I meant talking about disinfecting things and Mr. Clean is starting to turn me on.”
I nod as he starts thrusting a little faster, the smooth glide of the sensitive underside of our shafts against each other has my balls drawing up tight with each stroke. “Good. That’s good.”
“Yeah?” he grunts.
“Yes,” I hiss as I nod again. “If my cleaning ability gets you hard, just wait until I have to wash a load of dark clothes three times before I’m sure I can’t see the stains.”
Bentley laughs as he takes my mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue exploring every inch before he sucks on my lower lip. “That’s it, talk dirty to me, baby.”
“How do you feel about checking the burners on the stove seven times before I leave the apartment?”
“Yes,” he growls, kissing me hard while he nearly smashes our erections together between our stomachs and pumps faster. “More.”
While I know he isn’t completely serious, and really, neither am I, it is still hot as fuck that my alpha not only isn’t fazed by my rituals, he accepts and almost encourages them. He nurtures an environment where I feel safe performing them when I have to, and he never, ever judges me for whatever bullshit I have to do in order to function.
It’s sexy as fuck, and I love him with all my heart for it.
“Flicking the light switches off and on five times each before bed,” I moan as I slam my lips against his. I claw at Bentley’s shoulders as my orgasm quickly builds, my blunt nails trying to find purchase in his smooth, tan skin. “Braiding and unbraiding your hair until I know you’re not going to be swallowed up by some black hole in the middle of our bedroom.”
“Fuck,” my alpha grunts as he lowers my feet to the tub and spins me away from him so fast I can’t even protest the way he just stopped me from coming all over him. “Goddamnit, baby.”
“Bentley, you—oh!” I cry out as he bends me forward and slams into me, his cock pushing into my slick covered asshole all the way to the knot in one stroke.
He grabs my right leg behind the knee and plants my foot on the side of the tub, opening me wider, sending his erection deeper and bringing my orgasm right back to the edge. Bentley grabs my left hip and squeezes as he slaps my ass, and my hands shoot forward, gripping the shower curtain tightly as I start meeting him thrust for thrust.
