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Brayden drops to his knees, pulling at the band of my briefs and releasing my long shaft. The tip of my cock is dripping precome, which he quickly slurps up with a lick of his tongue. His first touch sends a shiver through me as he grasps my dick and then lowers his face onto my cock. His mouth opens again, and he licks the crown before taking my cock into his mouth and sucking my shaft. His lips glide across my skin, sending pleasure through me and causing a tightness to form at my core.
My excitement builds as he continues to suck my cock, his hand following back and forth with his mouth and using the slickness of his saliva to stroke with each suck. His pace increases, each lick and stroke bringing me closer to the brink. The tightness in my core is real in both scenarios as the soap in my hand becomes the saliva from his mouth.
“Fuck, Brayden… Your lips feel so good wrapped around my dick.”
Brayden takes my words as encouragement and slurps harder, moving up and down faster and then occasionally taking a moment to swallow more of my cock. He pushes his head all the way down and my cock hits the back of his throat. Then he pulls back and looks up to me for approval, his eyes watering from the lack of oxygen and fullness of my cock blocking his airway.
“You’re going to make me come. Is that what you want?”
He nods enthusiastically before opening his mouth again and taking me whole. He pushes down and pulls up, using his hand to play with my balls. He gently rolls one and then the other in his hand while continuing to give my cock all the attention it needs with his lips.
I begin stroking faster, imagining Brayden preparing to take my load. “Do you want it?”
“Yes, please.” He only moves away to give me the quick answer before taking me back into his mouth again. His warm lips encircle my shaft. As the tightness in my core prepares to release, I take my hand and put it on the back of his head, pushing him into me and forcing more of my cock down his throat. It’s in that instant that my release comes, exploding through me and sending waves of electricity coursing through my body. The first shot of come hits the back of his throat, and even though he starts to gag, I hold him in place as I empty into him, filling his belly with my seed.
When I finally allow him to pull back, his eyes are once again watering and his lips are covered in saliva and come, which are dripping from the corners. Opening my eyes, I watch as my cock empties into the bottom of the tub. Each creamy ribbon feels amazing as it shoots from my slit.
Spent from exertion, I quickly wash up, finally washing the remaining sweat from my body. But a huge grin covers my face from my fantasy of doing it with the hot omega. And if that’s the way I have to have him, it looks like I’ll be taking a lot of showers this weekend.
6
Brayden
“An alpha? Ooh!” Rachel oohs and ahs at the other end of the phone receiver like a teenage girl who’s just been told a juicy bit of gossip.
“Yes, a male alpha.”
“Have you done it yet?”
“You know that’s not entirely appropriate…and that’s not how it works.”
“Sure it is,” she laughs. “I mean when Thomas and I first met‑”
“I don’t need the details.” I cringe a moment and then laugh, knowing that Rachel is just trying to make me feel better. She had called when I was in the shower cleaning up after hauling what felt like a thousand loads of wood around the house. Since I knew she was wanting to check in on me, I made sure to call her back as soon as I was dressed.
“Still. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to get some, especially since it’s been half a year since Alex passed.”
“Oh my gosh! Rachel!”
“Geeze. Someone needs to take that stick from out of your ass and replace it with some good dick. Maybe you’ll calm down afterward. There is nothing wrong with wanting a little sex. It’s natural. And you can’t fool me. I’m an omega too. So, I know what it’s like not to have your alpha when you want him.”
I roll my eyes. If it was anyone else trying to have this conversation with me, I’d have hung up the phone by now. But Rachel and I clicked as soon as we met, and she’s been my best friend ever since. “Well, I don’t think he’s interested. He probably has some hottie omega waiting for him.”
“But you think he’s hot?” She giggles when she asks the question, her school-girl laughter taking over.
I hesitate before answering but finally give in. “Yes, he’s absolutely hot. Oh god, he helped me cut wood today and took off his shirt…” Now I am the one sounding like an impressionable youngster with a crush.
“Oh yeah?”
“Abs for days, and a smooth hard chest.” I can’t help but smile remembering the sight. “I about dropped the lemonade I was carrying when I came around the corner. It was a welcomed surprise.”
“I told you that you just had to keep yourself open to the possibility.”
“And I told you that he’s taken.”
“You don’t know that for sure. Let me send Thomas over. Maybe he can get a sense if the guy’s mated or not.”
“No!” I have to catch myself from yelling too loudly. “Thanks, but that isn’t necessary. He’s only here for the weekend anyway. But I will say, it’s helped me feel a bit better. I don’t know if I’ll be completely ready to move on soon, but at least I know I’m not just dried up without feelings inside.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Rachel’s voice turns serious. “I worry about you, you know.”
“I know you do. And I appreciate you being here for me.”
“Anytime. But in the meanwhile, there isn’t a rule that says you can’t get that itch scratched by a handsome alpha while you’re waiting for the right one to come along.”
“You’re incorrigible. Goodnight, Rachel,” I say laughing into the phone.
“Night. Do everything I would.” She’s giggling as we disconnect the call. I’m standing in my room and look over to the mirror. A crimson blush covers my skin just from thinking about what it would be like to have Corey inside of me. But I quickly shut down the thought, knowing that it will only lead to my body getting excited and requiring a change of underwear.
I still need to pull the round tables out of the storage room downstairs and start getting the dining room set up to Corey’s liking, so I dismiss the thoughts of the handsome alpha and head downstairs. After expanding the dining room, we added an exit to the back-porch area that overlooks the lake. This allowed us to use the old mud room for storage and block off the exit while staying within fire codes in case of emergency.
Opening the door to the small room and turning on the light, I’m met with the sight of tables stacked against the side wall and a shelving unit across from them filled with various sizes of white tablecloths. My eyes search the room until I find the small, round tables with legs that extend to five feet. I grab the first one and walk out of the storage room, then I unfold it and set it up, trying to find a good place to begin arranging them.
“Shouldn’t you be off the clock?” Corey’s voice calls out from the hallway entrance before he becomes visible in the doorway.
“No rest for the weary, I guess.” I laugh, still working to extend the legs of another table I’ve pulled out.
“Need some help?” He asks, walking toward me and grabbing the edge of the table as I’m trying to set it upright.
“No, thanks. Believe me, you’ve done more than your share of work today.” I head back toward the storage room, and despite my words, Corey follows me.
“Come on. I don’t have anything else to do. Let me help.”
I turn and look at him. “Are you trying to get future room credits?” I ask.
“No,” he says with a grin. “But maybe I can earn a few drinks if you have something hidden away in a cabinet?”
I frown, suddenly wishing I’d picked up some liquor from town. I don’t usually drink, and since I’ve been by myself, I haven’t really had an occasion to purchase any lately. “I’m sorry. I don’t have anything in the hous
e.”
“Well, there has to be a place in town then.”
“Oh, sure.” I grab one of the tables, but Corey quickly pulls it from my grasp and carries it out for me. Grabbing another table, I follow him out. “There’s a bar in town. I can give you directions if you’d like.”
A broad grin covers his face. “I was kinda hoping you’d show me… Especially seeing how I’m helping you set up these tables and all.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I should probably stay here…”
“What, in case another guest needs you?”
“No,” I reply with a chuckle. “Okay, but you have to let me buy. It’s the least I can do since you’ve helped me so much today.”
“Deal.”
Corey helps me pull out the last few tables, setting them around the room so that people can mingle but still have a place to set their plates or glasses during the event. “I’m assuming that for Saturday night’s more formal occasion you will want the large table set up?”
Corey looks around the room, then back to me. “Yeah. I think tomorrow night is more for everyone to just hang out together. Most of the partners work in other states, so they don’t all see each other except a couple times a year. And since the spouses probably aren’t always included, I’m sure they will all want to catch up with old friends and the like.”
I nod. “I can make that work.” I head back to the storage area and grab two stacks of the folded long, round tablecloths that go on top of each table. Corey continues to help me place them around the room, so I don’t fight him since it makes the work fly by. Looking down at my sweats and pullover, I then glance to Corey, who is wearing another great pair of jeans and a hoodie.
“Let me run up and change if that’s okay.”
“Sure. I’ll just wait in the den.” Corey heads to the living room as I race upstairs and throw on something cute as quickly as possible. I don’t know why my stomach is tingling in anticipation. After all, we’re just two guys grabbing a drink. It’s not a date or anything.
But still, excitement builds at getting to spend a little more time with this sexy stranger. After all, the caterers will arrive tomorrow around lunch to start preparing for dinner at seven tomorrow night. And as his coworkers arrive, I’m sure I’ll become some faraway thought.
If all that comes from tonight is a little companionship and great discussion, then I’ll take every minute of it. After throwing on a pair of dark blue jeans and a sweater, I lace up my boots and meet Corey downstairs.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“Well, you know the place better than me, but you look good.” He smirks and then waves his arm toward the front door. “After you.”
His car is a newly modeled mustang, with an expensive looking leather interior. I get comfortable in the passenger seat as he turns the engine and then I give him directions to get to the local town bar. Stanford isn’t really a large town. With a population of around ten thousand, we’re just big enough to have everything we need within reach, but small enough to keep that hometown feel. It’s one of the reasons I stuck around after Alex died.
That and I couldn’t stomach the thought of selling the home he dreamed of for so long and worked so hard to have. Having the memory of him around me helps me remember what we shared. I just don’t want to mare his legacy by moving on too quickly. I think that’s one of the reasons I’ve been keeping to myself for the past six months. I really don’t have many friends, and besides my contact with Rachel and Thomas, I rarely see anyone unless I have to come to town for something.
Finding myself in a car heading to a bar with this sexy alpha is definitely not something I foresaw. But maybe it’s okay to let myself have a little fun every now and then. When we pull into the small parking lot, I step outside, noting that the air seems to have gotten a bit chillier since we left the house. Of course, we were only outside for a little bit and surrounded by a forest, which probably shielded us from a large breeze. But the air inside the bar is nice and warm, even though the smell of beer and peanuts seems to permeate through the place.
We find an empty booth and a waitress steps over to take our drink orders. Corey orders a whiskey neat, while I stick with my usual gin and tonic.
“Did you always want to run a bed and breakfast?” Corey asks, making small talk while we wait for our drinks.
“No, it was Alex’s idea. He always wanted one, so we bought the place together about five years ago.”
“I see,” Corey takes in what I’m saying, and seems curious as though he wants to ask more but keeps himself from asking.
“Yeah. I really like it though. Like I said earlier, I get to meet a lot of interesting people.” I look up and catch his eyes. The dim lighting makes it difficult to see his gorgeous chocolate irises, but I can imagine them boring into me as he studies my features.
“I’m sure you have a lot of people visit. Probably keeps you fairly busy.”
The waitress returns with our drinks, so I wait for her to leave before answering. “To be honest, I haven’t really had many guests lately.”
“Oh?” Corey takes a sip of his drink but keeps his attention on me.
“Yeah. Can I tell you a secret?” I take a swig from my glass as I watch him nod in response. “You are actually the first person I’ve had stay in the past six months.”
“Really?” he asks before the realization of my unpreparedness crosses his features. “That’s why you didn’t have the wood set up or a staff.” It’s less of a question than a statement.
“Yeah. It’s just hard since it’s just me now, you know. But I’m getting back into the groove already… With a little help from you.” I hold up my glass in a toast to him. Corey clinks the rim of his drink with mine and we both down them. Then, he makes eye contact with the waitress and requests two more for us.
“Is that when…” His voice trails off, but I know what he’s wanting to ask.
“Yeah, six months ago.” I toy with the empty glass in front of me, unable to look up at him with my mind lingering on Alex. Would Alex be upset that I’m interested in someone else? It’s honestly not something I’ve been thinking about because around here, there aren’t many options.
And of course, that doesn’t mean that Corey is an option either. But at least he and Rachel, in their own unique ways, have me thinking about a future outside of Alex. Not that anyone could ever replace him. But, Rachel’s not wrong when she says that I need to find someone new to spend my life with. No one wants to be alone.
The waitress returns with fresh drinks and takes the empty glasses away. I take a sip before changing the conversation. “What about you? Anyone special joining you tomorrow evening or waiting back home for you?”
Corey grins but doesn’t answer until he’s taken several sips of his drink. “No, unfortunately it’s just me.”
“I find that hard to believe.” I admire the lines of his jaw and fullness of his lips, wondering how it could even be possible that this sexy alpha hasn’t claimed his mate yet. “I’m sure you have a line of omega boys just wishing that you’d pick them.”
“If only it worked that way,” he replies. “But we both know that fate doesn’t let us have it that simple.”
“No, you’re right about that. Sometimes she deals us a hand that we don’t always know how to play.”
7
Corey
The pain behind Brayden’s eyes is obvious. And the fact that I inadvertently found a way to bring up his wayward alpha makes me unhappy and wishing I’d steered the conversation better. I find a way to make small talk the rest of the evening, asking about the town and local sights.
Brayden genuinely loves the area and tells me about the summer festival that brings a lot of tourists in. But after bringing it up, he seems almost reserved, quieting the discussion until we both seem to have run out of things to say.
Even the drive back to the B&B is quiet, and it almost seems awkward. As an omega, I know that Brayden probably didn’t detect some of the
other omegas at the bar tonight. But I caught several of them looking, almost with pity at the way he’s been treated by his alpha. It made my heart sink knowing that others were already starting to look at him differently than the wonderful man that he is.
Trying to break the silence, I turn on the radio, and this time I’m glad when Christmas music comes through the speakers. Brayden starts singing under his breath to the tune. “What’s your favorite Christmas song?”
Even though I can’t turn long to look at him, I can see him shift to turn toward me in his seat. “That’s seriously like asking a dad to pick his favorite child.”
I chuckle, glad a bit of the tension is beginning to melt away. “Yeah, but they lie. Everyone has a favorite.”
He laughs, and I turn my head enough to see a smile spread across his face. “Well, they should lie and never admit it.”
“Fine… Give me one that’s in your top that you listen to over and over.”
“Carol of the Bells.”
“Good choice,” I say. “I like that one.” Even though I’ve probably only heard it a few times, but there isn’t a need to tell him.
“Yeah, I love the melody. So pretty. Especially when you can attend a live performance where they play actual bells. I’m always amazed at how people do that.”
“I’m sure you could do it too if you wanted.”
“Perhaps, but it’s probably a little late for me to try to pick up an instrument at my age.”
I chuckle again as he directs me back to the house. “Nonsense, you’re never too old for anything.”
“Tell that to my back. I think I’m too old to be lugging wood across the yard.”