Page 40 of A Farmer’s Guide To Gamers

“Let me just warn you now, omega, Aiden will only ever get things if they are laid out bluntly for him and even then he will need time to process it all. It’s just the way he is.”

I nodded a few times thinking over today and watching the pack together. The guys all worked together amazingly, giving each other shit as they helped each other at the same time. It was really great to see how easily they got along and all of them looking over to check on Aiden as he laid with me still recovering from earlier.

They didn’t say exactly what caused Aiden to have anxiety issues that day, but I’m glad he seemed to be doing better overall.

He seemed to relax more as we rested and was almost back to his usual quiet self by the time we left. I was just glad I could help him recover.

Over time, he’d learn he could lean on me and let me in but we hadn’t been a pack long enough for that to be a thing.

Dean kept up as we walked around, putting the animals to bed. It was clear he had no clue what he was doing but at least wasn’t horrified by them like poor Jack was.

Farm life would take some getting used to. I know I had to adjust and this was my dream for years before it became my reality.

Dean’s hand found mine as we headed back to the house. It had been a long day and it was nice to wind down with him one on one. I loved the pack as a whole, but these small moments were a bit of a recharge. Just like hanging with Aiden on the blanket this afternoon.

“I saw a bit of your place at our dinner the other night, but this really suits you,” he mused as he looked around once we were inside. He wasn’t even shy about peeking into my bedroom, either.

“Thanks,” I said, hating how awkward this felt. New relationships always had that.

Except with Jack.

But Jack and I didn’t have the history Dean and I do. He was the guy I thought I never had a chance with but couldn’t get out of my head. Hell… guess the one night stand though at the beginning made it easy for us to get past the weird stages.

Plus the alcohol had helped a little bit.

Now, here Dean was in my home, looking around and relaxed, while I was overthinking.

As if he sensed my unease, he turned to me, his smile going soft. He moved closer, one hand on my neck as if to ground me.

“Get out of that gorgeous head of yours, Tillie. It’s just me and you here. Everything is fine.”

“But you’re, you,” I argued, laughing at how insane that sounded. “You were this unattainable crush and now you’re here and smell fantastic, and⁠—”

He cut me off with a kiss, his lips slanting over mine. My brain went quiet as I kissed him back, the alpha taking control and sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

Hints of coffee, orange, and clove surrounded me as we deepened the kiss, neither of us willing to break it as he wrapped his arms around me. His mustache tickled my face but I didn’t care. I never thought I’d be here.

Dean Ames wrapping his strong arms around me as we fell into each other.

Fuck if I didn’t love it as his hands began to roam over the curves of my body. Appreciative rumbling filled his chest as he liked what he found and we broke apart, gasping for breath.

He moved, trailing kisses down my neck as he went to put his hands under my ass.

“Dean, don’t⁠—”

I loved every inch of my body but I was also completely aware that bigger girls like me weren’t just picked up and tossed around like people saw on social media.

“Omega,” he said on a growl, picking me up and walking us back to my bedroom. “Maybe I wasn’t a huge country boy growing up but damn if I can’t pick you up to fuck you in your bed. At least this first time.”

“First time?” I ask breathlessly, winding my arms around his neck and playfully nipping his neck.

“I thoroughly plan on taking you on every fucking surface of your home until you’re a damn mess thinking about me anywhere you’re at,” he threatened softly, placing me down on my feet right beside my bed. “Now, take off your clothes for me, omega. I want to see what’s mine.”

This time there was no hesitation as I shrugged out of my flowing top and undershirt. It had a built-in bra, so I was bare from the waist up.

His eyes slowly took me in from the flush in my cheeks down to my chest, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and his hand pressing against his growing cock as if to calm it down.

“Damn,” he breathed out. I simply smirked and kept my eyes on him as I pushed my jeans and underwear down, leaving me naked and standing in front of my alpha.