Page 21 of Alpha & Omega (Alpha's Rejects #4)

When I got the text from Hudson that he planned to stay the night with his mother at her hotel, my legs nearly went out from under me. It wasn’t only from anger and frustration, but… jealousy. It was fucking stupid to be jealous of a woman who would be dead soon, but the feeling wouldn’t leave me.

I raised him, dammit. Me . Not her. I helped him through his grief and abandonment, guided him when he lost friends and advised him when he came out as gay to me. If he got injured, I was there to heal him. If he didn’t do well on a test, I was there to help him study.

Hudson was my son.

I wanted to tell him no way, but he would end up resenting me for it.

I’d stress-cooked all day, and though I was tired, I paced in my living room, unable to focus. While I wanted to laugh that I’d made enough frozen dinners and lunches to last us until the apocalypse, I couldn’t find the humor in it. The walls felt like they were closing in on me.

What nonsense had she been filling his head? Did she lie to him? Did she twist things around from what I taught him?

I needed to be at work tonight, but I called in sick, which was something I’d never done before opening my restaurant almost eight months ago.

Cooking usually soothed my soul, but not today, so work wouldn’t have helped with my mood. I thought about reaching out to Kingston, but not only was he working, I didn’t want to burden him with this. He’d seen enough of this train wreck this morning.

I deflated onto the couch, running my hands through my tangled hair, feeling like a jerk because Ava wasn’t going to live much longer, and Hudson deserved his closure. I’d closed that door years ago with the divorce she hadn’t even been a part of.

I grew fucking restless.

With a loud exhale of breath, I realized I needed him. I needed Kingston. He was working, but fuck it. I would grab a drink and wait until he got off work. As long as I was near him and could see him, I would feel better.

I tossed on my helmet, locked up the house, and got on my bike. The rain came pouring down, but I didn’t give a shit. It cooled my heated and frustrated skin.

I took off and headed toward the one person I needed the most at that moment.

When I arrived at the bar, I got off my bike, soaked to the bone, now cold and shivering. I removed my helmet and put it on the seat as I stood under the streetlight and stared across the street through the big window with the pride flag, watching Kingston work the bar with Pippin. It wasn’t very crowded, probably due to the weather.

I didn’t know how long I stood there in the rain, watching him work, reluctant to bother him or be a burden, no matter how much I needed him.

As if sensing me, he looked up and out the window, stopping what he was doing. My breath hitched, and my heart beat a little faster. I wiped the rain from my face, not that it did much good, and watched him walk toward the window. He cupped the glass to block the glare and stared outside. A breath whooshed out of me. I knew we had a good connection, but not like this.

Kingston left the window, walked to the door, and opened it. Instead of standing there under the cover of the overhang, he grabbed an umbrella by the door, opened it, and walked toward me. He looked both ways along the road before crossing, and stood in front of me, holding the umbrella over both of us.

Without a word, he grabbed my hand, threaded our fingers together, and led me back to the bar. He placed the umbrella, still open outside by the door to dry, never once letting me go as we headed toward his office. I shivered along the way and ignored all the staring from his family and the crowd.

Kingston brought me to his office, closed the door, and locked it behind us. He then opened a beat-up metal locker and pulled out a towel and a change of clothes, which included a T-shirt and some sweats.

I stripped out of my clothes except for my underwear, but he shook his head, so I removed those, too. All my clothes landed in a plop on the floor.

He took the towel and patted my hair dry, careful not to tangle it. Then he wiped my face and worked his way down my body. His turquoise eyes were entirely focused on the task.

My teeth chattered, and my body trembled, regretting riding out in the rain.

“What were you thinking, Chef?” Kingston finally asked.

“You… All I could think about was you.”

He stopped drying me off and looked at me. “What’s happened?”

I cupped his face, pulling him close. “I don’t want to talk about it… at least not right now.”

Kingston leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine as his hands wrapped around my naked body. I couldn’t care less that he was still dressed at that moment. Even kissing him was enough to temporarily ease my tormented soul.

Our kiss was hungry, using our entire bodies to feed each other. My cock grew hard, and his tried to punch through his jeans.

When we came up for air, I pressed my forehead against his, still holding onto his face. “You saw me,” I whispered. “How?”

“I… don’t know. There was this weird, niggling feeling that someone was watching me. ”

I pulled away just enough to look into his beautiful eyes. “I lied to you earlier when I said you’ve become important to me.” Kingston’s brows furrowed in confusion. “You aren’t only important to me. I love how you see and hear me, even when I don’t say a word. I love how much of a fucking good person you are. I love how we share so many similarities. I love that I relate to you in such a fundamental and profound way. I love how you supported me today, knowing exactly what I needed and when I needed it, keeping me sane and grounded when my emotions were in turmoil. And I love that I love you.”

He opened his mouth, and I pressed my lips to his again to silence him before pulling away. “Don’t say it. Just know how I feel. That’s all.”

Kingston held my hands, which still rested on his face. “I… want to. I care so much about you and see you the same way as you see me, but it’s not always going to be so easy for me. While I may seem chill, on the inside, I’m honestly getting scared. All those fears are trying to creep back into me.”

“What fears?”

“Fears from when I was younger… that once I fall for you, you’ll leave.”

“No. No way.”

“You can’t say that, Chef. It’s too early to make any sort of vows. Things change. Things happen.”

“They do. They can. But sometimes, that change is for the better. Look at us and our hiccup from back in June. We got over that hump and came back stronger.”

He nodded. “I know. Give me time?”

“Always.”

Kingston pulled away, and I dropped my hands, but if I assumed he was pulling further from me after my admission, I was sorely mistaken. He quickly stripped off his clothes, and as soon as he was naked, he lunged at me.

“Do you need to fuck me, baby? Do you need a distraction?”

He always understood what I wanted and needed. Kingston was a goddamn mind reader. He was my perfect half, fully completing me.

“Yes.”

“I’ve got lube in my top desk drawer.”

I tried not to think about Kingston fucking others in his office and opened the drawer, pulling out the small bottle .

“And before you assume I do a lot of fucking in here, this will be my first. But I’ve rubbed one out before… maybe more than once.”

I laughed at my idiocy. “Caught me.”

As soon as I poured some lube into my hand, Kingston swiped his arm across his desk, and everything scattered onto the floor, which was mostly papers.

“Shit, why was that so hot? I feel like I’m in a romance movie.”

“Mmm, maybe more like porn,” he chuckled. “Because we’re gonna fuck.”

Kingston bent over, braced his hands on the edge of his desk, and leaned over for me.

My cock pulsed at the sight of his hole, eager for me. Once I was lubed, I also lubed his cock before drizzling some between the crack of his ass.

I closed the lid and tossed the bottle across my shoulder somewhere before shoving two fingers inside him. He grunted and pushed his bubbly ass out further for more.

“Needy for my fingers?” I asked him.

“No, I’m needy for your cock. Just get in there. Fuck me, Chef. You need it, and I want it.”

“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“We have enough sex. Do it.”

I grabbed his shoulder and flipped him around to face me, then pushed him back until he was sitting on the edge of the desk. My hand sat on his chest, and I eased him back. “I want to watch you get wrecked.”

Kingston smirked. “Now we’re talking.”

He grabbed the backs of his thighs and spread himself for me. I lined the tip of my dick up with his hole and eased myself inside.

Kingston nibbled on his bottom lip as he breathed through the stretch and bore down.

“You good?” I asked.

“Yes… go.”

That was my green light.

I pulled out and sunk back in, loving his smooth, tight heat wrapped around me.

“Chef… You’re holding back. ”

I huffed a laugh, pulled out again, and as I gripped his legs, looking down at my cock, stretching his sexy hole, I slammed back in. Then I did it again, faster and harder. The desk legs scraped on the tile floor entirely too loudly, but that didn’t stop us.

Soon, my body tingled with the promise of an orgasm, the pressure building around my nuts and groin, all my previous pain temporarily forgotten.

I leaned over Kingston, practically folding his legs in half to give him a quick and panty kiss before standing straight and pumping hard into him again.

I watched his gorgeous face, covered in blond scruff, darker than his hair, his turquoise eyes never leaving mine. He parted his full lips, breathing heavily. He was stunning, and he was fucking mine—all mine. And I loved him.

God, I was so close already. I shut my eyes to feel everything when someone suddenly pounded on the door.

“Alpha?” asked a tentative voice on the other side of the door. I froze, my cock itching and throbbing, desperate for a release.

“Dammit, it’s Pippin,” Kingston whispered.

“So, what do we do?”

Shit, I hope we didn’t have to stop. I barely held it back as it was.

Kingston’s smile turned crooked, and his brow rose. “Keep fucking me; what else?”

I grinned back as I eased out of him and pushed back in, careful not to move the desk around again.

Suddenly, someone rattled the doorknob. “Alpha! Are you and Harley fucking in there?”

I snorted a laugh as Kingston cursed.

“Go the fuck away, Stix! I’ll be out in a minute.”

“They’re fucking,” Stix said to someone I assumed was Pippin. Then it grew quiet.

“Nosy busybodies,” he grumbled. “Now where were we?”

“Stroke yourself, Skaterboy,” I said. “I’m so damn close.”

Despite what I said, I couldn’t wait for him. My balls were so high and tight. It took only a couple more thrusts before I was coming inside him. I gripped his legs, fingers digging into muscle as I threw my head back. “Fuck me…”

My body shuddered, and I thrust faster and faster until I had nothing left to squeeze out of me.

With heaving breaths, I watched Kingston rapidly stroke himself, twisting his hand until jets of cum shot out of him, painting his hand, abs, and chest.

He sucked his lips into his mouth to silence his groans before his body fell limply.

I slid out of him, missing his warmth already.

“Feel better, Chef?” he rasped.

I chuckled. “Much. Thanks for this.”

He sat up and winced. “Ugh, cum spilling out of my ass is… not fun while at work.”

Before I could even think about it, I flipped Kingston around and shoved him back onto his desk, face forward. I squatted and spread his cheeks, watching my cum leak out of him.

“What…” He gasped before he could finish his question when I ran my tongue over his hole and lapped up my cum. It was something I’d never done before, but it was kind of hot, too, though I couldn’t explain why.

“Holy… fuck…” he groaned.

When I finished, Kingston lay there limply as I grabbed the tissues that had been knocked onto the floor when he tossed everything from his desk and plucked some sheets. He sat up, and I cleaned him up.

“Better?” I asked.

“Much.”

Kingston grinned and pulled me between his thighs, wrapped his arms around me, and rested his chin on my chest, looking up. “Do you want to talk about it now?”

I leaned down and kissed the top of his head. “Nah, maybe later. For now, I’m feeling better than I have all day.”

He rested his face against me and nodded. “Me, too.”

“Thanks for this, King.”

“Anytime.”