Page 10 of Alpha’s Sunflower Smiles (Sweet in Silford #8)

Chapter 10

Pete

A n omega man burst into my office, thumping the door against the wall.

He was clutching a small bag of tea and he had a wild glint in his eye.

“Are you Pete?”

I was so surprised that I answered automatically.

“Yes. Is something wrong?”

“Wilfred said you were his neighbour.”

My first thought was that this was an emergency.

I stood.

“Has something happened to Wilfred?”

Looking out the window, I could see Sunflower Smiles across the road.

I couldn’t see Wilfred inside it, but it looked just the same as it always did.

No smashed window.

No fire.

No ambulance outside.

The omega said, “He’s fine, except he’s suffering from a broken heart and you ’re to blame. You need to sort it. I don’t like seeing him sad. It doesn’t suit his face.”

I blinked.

That was a lot of information.

Weirdly, the thing that stood out to me was the truth of his last statement.

Sadness didn’t suit Wilfred.

His smile was such a part of him that seeing him look melancholy was jarring.

I wanted more than anything to give him back the joy he needed to smile again.

The omega in front of me snapped his fingers, bringing my attention back to him.

“What are you going to do about it?”

I blinked again.

“Who are you?”

It was as though my brain were only just catching up with what was happening.

Why had this random person burst into my office?

“I’m Professor Gatwick, pleased to meet you. Now, how are you going to fix your mess?”

“What mess?”

“You told Wilfred that you don’t want him. Well, I don’t believe it. Wilfred’s great. You should want him.”

The verbal attack was so sudden and strange that I didn’t have time to prepare myself for it and I found myself declaring, with vehement defensiveness, “I do want him.”

That was the first time I’d told anybody that.

For just the second after my declaration, I felt the silence, waited for some kind of mockery or for him to tell me that alphas were meant to like omegas.

Instead, the professor gave a decisive nod.

“Good. That’s that sorted, then. You can go and apologise.”

“For what?”

“For telling him that you wanted somebody else.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Are you calling Wilfred a liar?”

“No.” I blinked at him again, wondering if this was a surreal dream.

“Wait, are you saying that’s what Wilfred thinks?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m trying to tell you! Why are alphas so useless? You’ve gone and hurt him and you don’t even know how you did it. Go and ravish him. And make sure you apologise!”

With that, he left, disappearing out onto the street and storming away.

I stared at the space where he’d stood and then I put my hand to my head to check for lumps.

If I’d fallen and hit my head, that would explain why I had no idea what had just happened.

Since I couldn’t find any sign of concussion, and since my office door was open, I was forced to conclude that a mad man had indeed just burst into my office to tell me to go and ravish Wilfred.

To be clear, I wasn’t opposed to doing that.

It was just that it was usual to court a man first.

And I hadn’t been doing very well at that.

Slowly, I sank down into my chair and stared at that empty space by the door.

Wilfred thought I didn’t want him?

If that were true, it meant he hadn’t actually rejected me.

I needed to go and ask him out properly.

It was just I was scared.

If he said no, I would have ruined our friendship.

If he said yes, though…

.

That would be everything I ever wanted.

Sitting here wasn’t getting me any closer to my perfect boyfriend, was it?

I needed to act.

The possible-hallucination-omega was right.

I needed to go and sort this out.

The idea that I’d hurt Wilfred cut into me like a knife and I stood, grabbing my keys so I could lock up behind me.

In under a minute, I was walking into Sunflower Smiles and the cheerful chime sounded over the door.

Wilfred looked up, already smiling.

His expression froze when he saw me.

“Oh, hello. Did you come back for another gift?”

Damn, I hadn’t planned what I was going to say.

I opened my mouth but no words came out and I had to lick my lips and try again.

“Yes,” I said.

Like a genius.

“What would you like?”

“What do you recommend?”

I hadn’t planned to buy anything because, actually, I’d planned to come over here and ravish Wilfred like the crazy man had told me to, assuming he was up for that.

But I’d committed now, so I went with it.

“Who is it for? What sort of things do they like?”

“What do you like?”

He gave a little laugh.

“I like all of it. That’s why I make it.”

“Which is your favourite piece?”

He hesitated and then came out from behind the counter and walked past me.

I wanted to snatch him off his path and hold him to me but I didn’t, and he walked straight over to the window with me trailing behind him.

He had to lean right into the window display to reach it, and I stood back and stared at his ass as he bent forwards, feeling my dick start to plump up at the sight.

Wilfred had the juiciest ass and I couldn’t imagine any better feeling than sinking into it.

I really wanted to strip him naked and explore every inch of him.

When he withdrew from the window display, I had to back up so he could stand.

I hadn’t noticed myself getting closer and closer to him but I was practically standing behind him, my groin nearly pressed to his ass.

I turned and walked back to the counter, hiding my erection which bulged at the front of my trousers.

Wilfred followed, bringing the item with him.

When he put it down, I could see exactly why it was his favourite.

It was another candle holder but this one had bright yellow sunflowers blooming all over it in delicate, intricate detail.

It was stunning.

I had to clear my throat.

“You made this?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s your favourite?”

“Yes. I like sunflowers.”

“And smiles,” I said.

“You like sunflowers and smiles. That’s why you named your shop after them.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

For the first time since I’d walked in, Wilfred beamed at me with the full force of his megawatt smile.

I wanted to sigh like a lovesick puppy but I restrained myself.

I was an alpha, and I was here to man up and tell Wilfred that I wanted him.

“I’ll take it.” I nodded to the lovely ornament.

I was sure Wilfred cast it a last, longing look before he nodded and began to bag it.

“Can I have it gift-wrapped please?”

“Yes.” He took such care, wrapping it beautifully and making it a stunning gift.

I paid and the gift sat on the counter between us.

This was it.

I cleared my throat again.

I felt like I couldn’t get the anxious lump out of it.

“This is for someone special,” I said.

“Good. I like to think it’ll belong to someone special. I hope they like it.”

Wilfred had that slightly strained expression again, his shoulders slumped and his smile much dimmer even though he tried to keep it on his face.

“I know he’ll like it.” I picked up the gift and then held out my hands, offering it to him.

Wilfred looked at the gift blankly, not sure what I was doing.

“It’s for you,” I said.

“I want you to have it.”

“I couldn’t take it. It’s for your date.”

“I want you to be my date, Wilfred.”

He blinked up at me.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. I’m asking you out. I like you very much.”

If this were a film, he’d have leaned over the counter and kissed me passionately but it was real life and he stared at me in surprise and said, “Oh. I didn’t think you did. Not like that.”

“Well I do. I always have.”

“Really?”

He looked so amazed that I couldn’t help but laugh.

I think it was partly relief and partly the restrained stress suddenly dissipating.

It was over now.

One way or the other, I’d done it.

I’d asked.

“Yes, Wilfred. I want to be your boyfriend.”

I figured it was best to be clear, after I’d apparently hurt him so much by not saying what I should have.

The smile he gave me wasn’t the megawatt one but it was better.

It was softer and there were tears in his eyes as he nodded.

“I want that, too. You make me feel fluttery.”

“Is that… a good thing?”

“Yes. Yes, it is.”

I grinned and moved slowly round the counter, watching Wilfred’s expression the whole time.

He was smiling and two tears leaked out of his eyes and ran down his cheeks.

I ducked my head and kissed those cheeks, tasting the salt of his tears.

Then I pressed my lips to his and it felt like a puzzle piece clicking into place.

Wilfred’s soft lips parted and I slid my tongue into his mouth, teasing him and tasting him.

His body leaned against mine as though he were too weak to hold himself upright and my arms wound around his waist and pulled him closer, holding him up and feeling his body all down mine.

The warmth and the softness and the hardness all combined into absolute perfection.

I could feel myself responding more to it and knew that, if I allowed us to continue like this, I’d actually do what the professor had told me to, which was to ravish Wilfred across his counter.

I drew back reluctantly.

Because there was something else the professor had told me to do, and he was right.

Wilfred blinked up at me as though he was coming back to reality after a dream and my chest swelled.

My hands stayed on his hips, grounding us both with the contact.

I couldn’t resist pressing one last kiss to his lips and then pulled my head away.

“Wilfred? I need to tell you I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t. Well, you didn’t mean to. I just never thought you’d be interested in someone like me.”

“I am interested in you. Only you.” Maybe it was insecurity talking, but I had to know.

“What about you? Are you interested in me?”

“Of course I am. The…” he waved his hand around in front of his stomach to demonstrate.

“…flutters.”

This man was just too cute.

I couldn’t take it any more.

“Come on,” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me.

“Where are we going?”

“Out the back.”

I dragged him out there, barely making it through the door before I turned and was on him, bundling him up against the door and pinning him with my large body.

My hands were all over him, feeling his chest and his stomach.

My hips rocked against his and my mouth went straight to his neck, where I nibbled and licked at the soft skin there.

“Oh,” he said.

It was breathy and the sound shot straight to my groin.

I unbuckled his belt and dragged his trousers and pants down with one swipe.

His dick was long and slender and hard.

Fumbling at my own belt, I managed to get my dick out and it sprung free with relief.

Lining them up against each other, I felt a deep satisfaction.

My dick was almost twice the girth of his but we were the same length and it meant that, when I pressed them together and wrapped my hand around them both, we fit perfectly together.

I dragged my hand up and down, and it felt amazing to be able to feel Wilfred’s hot flesh against mine the entire length of my dick.

“What if-if someone comes in?”

“Then you’ll finally be the one caught out here.”

He made an excited little sound that was almost a whimper.

Instinctively, I pressed against him harder and my grip tightened, dragging more of those sounds out of him.

Then a thought occurred to me.

“Have you been brought out here by anyone else?”

I wasn’t exactly Mr.

Virgin myself, so I didn’t have the right to get angry at the thought of Wilfred being taken out here by someone else, imagining Wilfred panting in someone else’s arms.

That didn’t stop me getting a surge of possessive adrenaline at the thought.

“No,” he said.

“It hasn’t occurred to me and nobody else has ever wanted to.”

I was growling as I said, “ I want to. I want you. I want to be your alpha.”

Wilfred nodded eagerly.

“Yes, yes please.”

I squeezed his dick.

His breath came in harder and he leaned further into me, presenting his lips to me to kiss.

I growled.

“You’re my man.”

He sounded a bit amazed, a bit breathless, when he panted, “Nobody’s ever been possessive of me before.”

“Everyone else is an idiot. You’re mine now, Wilfred. They can’t have you.”

In my hand, his dick twitched and I felt a flash of satisfaction, knowing that my possessive instincts were doing it for Wilfred as much as me.

I wasn’t one of those alphaholes who wanted to control their partner but I was monogamous, and I wanted that kind of relationship.

It looked like Wilfred wanted that, too.

Relief and need gripped hold of me and I smashed our mouths together, wanting to thrust my tongue into Wilfred’s mouth as far as it would go, to possess him completely.

With one hand, I pushed his shirt up out of the way and leaned in closer so I could feel his skin against mine.

I’d been working our dicks quickly, with little finesse and a lot of desperation, and my orgasm was building already.

The sounds Wilfred made were making it harder for me to control myself.

I tightened my grip around the two of us and Wilfred let out a gasp.

“Pete, Pete, I’m—”

“Let go,” I said.

“Come for me.”

I barely managed another ten strokes.

Wilfred cried out into my mouth and his body shook as his cock pulsed in my hand.

I felt the pulses against my own dick, and the heat of his release spilling over us.

My fingers smeared it along our lengths as I continued to stroke, taking him through his orgasm and pulling mine closer and closer until, finally, my balls drew up and pure pleasure washed through me.

I came hard, spilling all over us in spurts, grunting.

My hand stilled around our base and I held us together and kissed my man slowly until I became too sensitive and I had to let go.

When I pulled back and took stock of us, Wilfred’s pupils were blown wide and he looked dazed.

He looked exactly like I’d just come into his shop to ravish him, and I had to admit the mad professor was right.

Wilfred looked good like that and I got a deep sense of satisfaction and, yes, pride that I’d been the one to put that look on his face.

“Are you done in the shop for today?”

“Yes.”

I smiled.

I was sure he was still half out of it, and that made me feel proud and protective.

I wanted to look after Wilfred the way he deserved.

“Come home with me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to say ‘yes’ to everything I ask?”

Wilfred gave a chuckle and the sound warmed me.

There was a little glint in his eyes as he said, “Yes.”

That made me kiss him again.

When I pulled away, I said, “I’m going to clean us up and then I’m going to take you home where I can feed you and keep you in my bed all night.”