Page 2 of Claimed By His Omega Dragon’s Fire (Nesting Ever After: Season Two)

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Brock

I turn the radio up, screaming the lyrics of the rock song on the radio. Another perk of always traveling alone is that I get to pick the songs and I get to sing as loud as humanly possible without worrying about a passenger blowing an eardrum. Or kicking me out of the vehicle.

I’ve got about two weeks before I’m due for the next fair I’m signed up for. Last night, I called around to all the local hotels and resorts, hoping I could snag a spot on their property for a little bit as I restock my cafe on wheels. It took the better part of a day but finally, I found someone willing to host me.

A little lodge resort place answered my call and was so fucking sweet over the phone. The owner, Elias, said they’d love to have my food truck on the property and stated their guests would love a change of pace from their regular coffee. Because they were so sweet, I plan on giving them as many free drinks as they’d like while I’m there.

The plan is to stay there for around a week or so. I can get my water tank changed out, get some new supplies ordered to the lodge’s address. By then I’ll hopefully have all my ducks in a row for the next fair I’m supposed to be at.

Hopefully the lodge has a shower I’ll be able to use without actually spending money on my own room. Why would I need an entire room when I can just sleep in my truck?

I see a sign for the lodge and turn left down the road. It doesn’t take long before I’m pulling into a long driveway. There are adorable little cabins that line the driveway, each with a giant window in the front and a swing seat. I pull my truck to the side, parking as close to the main lodge as possible without being in the way.

Pulling out my phone, I shoot off a quick message to my brothers, Raphael and Nolan, letting them know I’ve arrived safely and that I’ll let them know how everything is once I get myself settled. The three of us have been thick as thieves since we were born but have all moved in different directions now that we’re adults. Despite being from the same clutch, the three of us couldn’t be more different. I guess that’s what happens when each of us had our own egg.

I miss them every single day, but I’m also enjoying this new chapter in our lives.

I pull down my visor and check my reflection in the mirror. I make sure my hair isn’t too much of a mess. Then I turn off my truck and head outside. The air here is fresh and crisp. The entire resort area is surrounded by forest. This place would have made an amazing campground if they’d decided to go that way instead of a resort with cabins. Maybe people can do both here?

I walk inside, looking around, taking it all in. This place is cuter than I expected.

“Hi,” I greet the thin, tall man at the counter. “I’m Brock. I talked to someone on the phone last night about parking my food truck here?”

“Oh yes! That was me!”

“Elias?”

“Yeah! My husband and I are super excited to have you here. We hope you’ll get tons of customers because we’re all booked up for the entire week!”

“That’s really sweet of you,” I say with a small smile. “Thank you again for allowing me to stop here. Would it be okay if I ordered some supplies to this address?”

“Oh gosh, we don’t mind at all! Order away!”

“Thank you.” There’s something about Elias that has all my worries and anxieties falling away. He’s like some sort of magical fae who knows exactly what people need before even they do. Or maybe that’s just my mythical brain talking. “Also,” I say with a little bit of a wince. “I see you have a pool. Do you also have a shower that I can use?”

“Oh my goodness, yes , of course! The pool has a bathroom you can use with a shower. Here, let me get you a keycard so you can have access.”

“You’re being really kind,” I say without thinking. “Sorry, I’m just wondering what you guys get out of me being here.”

Elias hands over a keycard, his smile never fading. “Why wouldn’t we want you here? You’re like an extra attraction for people who’re staying here. Plus, we love meeting new people and bringing people together,” he says, adding a little wink at the end of his sentence.

My fae theory is seeming more and more likely the more I talk to him.

I hum in acknowledgement. “Okay,” I say slowly. “Don’t think I’m not appreciative, because I am. Truly. I’m just worried you’re not getting much out of this agreement.”

“Don’t worry about that, Brock. I can’t wait to try your coffee.”

“You and your husband drink on the house while I’m here.”

“There you go! That’s what we’re getting out of the arrangement,” he says with a chuckle. “I’m sure Theo will just love me being all hyper on caffeine.”

After that, I head back to my truck, pull out some clean clothes and a towel, and make my way to the shower. I make quick work of washing myself and getting dressed again. I’ll have to ask them if they have a laundry room I can borrow as well. I don’t want to overstay my welcome or fall out of their good graces, but washing my things here instead of heading out and finding a laundromat in my truck would be so much easier.

There’s a few people out on their porch swings as I make my way back and I give them a friendly wave. This place is ridiculously nice. The atmosphere is welcoming, the place is clean, and everyone here seems super chill. I like it and I’m so glad they gave me the okay to park here.

“You the truck owner?”

“That I am,” I call back to the person on their porch.

“You planning on opening up today? I could really go for a latte, but I’d be happy to wait until the morning.”

I give him a grin. “I’m happy to open up. Give me a few minutes to get my shit together and then I’ll open up the window, alright?”

“Sounds great!”

I open up the back doors and make my way into my truck. Tossing my shit in the front, I grab my apron from its hook, flip on the generator, and start making sure everything is ready to serve people.

It doesn’t take long before I’m sliding the window open. I grab my stepping stool so I can reach outside, hooking the open sign up before hooking the sign with my prices on the other side of the window.

It’s while I’m precariously dangling from the front of my truck that I see someone running. At first, I just notice the movement from the corner of my eye but when I turn to actually look, I’m unable to pull my eyes away.

Oh. My. Gods.

The man is running without a shirt on, his upper body glistening with sweat. My mouth waters with the desire to lick him and feel his abs against my face. Jesus Christ. His face and chest are red from running, highlighting his toned body and chiseled jaw. His hair is a mess of blond that I want to run my fingers through despite the way it’s soaked with sweat.

I feel more like a dog in heat than a dragon.

I’m not usually this horny on main but this man has got me metaphorically on my knees . The inside of my brain is nothing but bark, bark, bark, bark . The things I would do to have one chance with this man!

My eyes follow him as he finishes up his run, leaping up onto the porch of cabin number 5. He puts his arms over his head, stretching. My dick is rock hard in my jeans and I just barely keep myself from rutting against the counter because I’m not that desperate.

It’s not until he goes inside his cabin that I finally feel myself unfreeze. I look down and find the same guy from earlier standing in front of my truck, giving me a knowing smirk.

“Sorry,” I say sheepishly. “Just umm, enjoying the beautiful view!”

“I’m sure,” he says with a chuckle. “I don’t even swing that way and even I can see the view is something .”

I can’t help but snort with amusement. My stomach flutters with warmth as a few more people start making their way over to the truck, checking out The Feisty Latte . “What can I get you?”

“Just a vanilla latte please.”

“You got it!”

I jump into work, making first a vanilla latte and then a caramel mocha and then a chocolate chip java frozen drink. Everyone is super nice, promising to be back in the morning for more, and even tipping me on top of their amount. I didn’t expect I would be serving many people while I was here, but I’m pleasantly surprised that so many people want to support my truck.

Once everyone has been taken care of, I grab my stool and drag it over to the window. I sit down with my phone, logging into the site I buy my supplies from and adding everything to my cart. I hear footsteps walking over so I set my phone down and look up.

Okay, what the fuck? There’s no way my mystery runner is somehow hotter close up. This is so unfair! He’s properly clothed now but, even so, I can see he’s strong and toned with broad shoulders he could so easily toss me over and steal me away. His eyes are a piercing green that warm as he looks up at me. And oh my gods, the things I wish I could do with him from this angle.

Shit, I need to get my mind out of the gutter!

Those green eyes are staring up at me. They widen as they take me in and I do my best not to preen under his gaze.

Normally, I’m not someone who believes in fate or destiny or any of that sort of stuff. Sure, magic is real and alive. The fact that I’m a dragon is proof of that, but true love? That’s nothing more than a fairy tale that saps like to tell each other. Sure, my brothers claim to have found their true mates, but there’s gotta be an explanation for that, right?

Even as I think it, doubt swells inside of me. Did they feel the same thing I’m feeling right now? There’s something about this man that has me feeling something I can’t really describe with words. It’s like the air around the two of us is sparked with potential.

I’m intrigued. And more turned on than I have any right to be.

“Hi,” I say, standing up and leaning over the edge of the window. “Welcome to The Feisty Latte. Can I interest you in an afternoon coffee?”

The man startles, like he wasn’t expecting me to actually talk. He looks at the side of the truck, taking everything in for the first time outside of me. Finally, he looks back up at me with a frown. “Oh umm, I don’t drink caffeine.”

“Wait, never ?” I ask, absolutely scandalized.

“Not really. Caffeine hits me really hard. If I drink a coffee now, I’ll be up all night with the jitters.”

I’m not sure what it says about me as a person but the fact that he doesn’t drink coffee just made him like fifty percent less hot.

“I could make you something decaf. Or you can come back in the morning and start your day with a coffee. That way you have time to work off all the extra energy?”

“Umm, yeah. That sounds good.”

I keep staring down at him, waiting for him to tell me if he’s going to come back tomorrow or try a decaf drink. He gives me a smile. When no answer comes, I open my mouth to ask him which he’d prefer but he jumps in before I can.

“I’m Aiden.”

“It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Brock.”

“Brock,” Aiden whispers, more to himself than to me. “What do you recommend someone like me should try?”

I rest my elbow on the counter and put my face against my fist. “Do you have a sweet tooth?”

“I try not to indulge too much,” he admits softly.

“But you’re on vacation, Aiden. You’ve gotta learn to live a little. Life is too short not to let yourself indulge!”

Aiden’s cheeks turn a brilliant shade of red. Oh, this man is going to be the death of me, I can just tell. All I want to do is lay him out and corrupt him. He seems so shy and innocent. I want to ruin him.

“I’ll admit I do have a bit of a sweet tooth.”

“Then I know just the thing. Give me one second,” I tell him, turning around and heading to my work station. I make him a decaf chocolate chip java frozen drink with extra caramel and chocolate syrup around the cup and on top of the whipped cream. It’s more like a dessert than a drink.

“Okie dokie, handsome,” I say, sliding the drink across the counter. “That’ll be four fifty.”

Aiden looks up at me with wide eyes. “Fuck. I forgot my wallet.”

“You came over to a food truck without any money?”

His cheeks heat once more. Gods, he’s fucking adorable. “I just wanted to come see what you were offering. If I’m honest, I wasn’t expecting to actually buy anything.”

“Promise me you’ll be back in the morning and we’ll call it even. How about that?”

“Are you sure? My cabin’s really not that far away.”

“I’m sure. This way I know I’ll get to see your handsome face again,” I tell him with a grin.

“You think I’m handsome?”

I roll my eyes. “Obviously. I’m pretty sure everyone within a mile radius can admit that you’re handsome. Do you not own a mirror or something?”

Aiden uses his free hand to cover his face for a moment, chuckling softly. The sound sends a thrill through my chest.

“Trust me,” he finally says, “you don’t need to bribe me to come back.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Because of the coffee,” he adds with a smile. “Obviously.”

“Of course! No other reason, surely. I’ll let my coffee speak for itself.” I give him a wink for good measure, just to keep his cheeks red. “Have a good rest of your day, Aiden.”

“Thanks. You too,” he says, holding up his drink and giving me a little nod. Then I watch him turn around and head towards the main lodge. Gods, his ass looks good in those jeans.

I let out a wistful sigh as I watch him go, wondering what my chances of actually having my way with him are. He’s on vacation and I’m just moving through, what’s the harm in convincing him to have a little fun.

And by little fun, I mean bending me over every surface of his cabin. Obviously.