Page 20 of Leave Me (Shift MC #1)

Chapter nineteen

Fowler

A fter returning from the bathroom to clean Riley up, I couldn’t help feeling the tension he was radiating.

Even if I couldn’t smell his anxiety and hear his racing heart—a different cadence to his thrumming pulse as he orgasmed—I could read Riley Jones like a book.

His shoulders were hunched up by his ears as he leaned against his headboard and chewed on his lip with furrowed brows.

He’d also placed a throw pillow over his flaccid cock, like I hadn’t had it in my mouth minutes before.

“You all right, Ri?”

“Yeah,” Riley nodded absently, not meeting my gaze.

Placing one knee on the edge of his bed, I reached to caress his jaw. He didn’t shy away or brush me off as he finally looked up at me. His eyes showed the conflict and swirling thoughts going on in his head.

“Did I do something wrong? Or did we do something you didn’t want to do?”

“No! You were perfect.” Riley shook his head hard, and I dropped my hand, relieved. “I’m just feeling icky again.”

Knowing it had nothing to do with us, but that he felt like crap, had my wolf begging me to help. I sat beside him and brushed the hair off his forehead, which was hot.

“Hold on,” I insisted, throwing on my pants and underwear before getting him a glass of cold water and painkillers. Riley swallowed them down and drank all the water before curling into a ball on his side and closing his eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Can I make you something? Soup, maybe? Or tea?”

“That’s okay. It’s probably a mix of jetlag and all the germs and allergens I’ve come into contact with catching up to me. I always get sick for a day or two after a long trip, and then I don’t get sick for a while,” he insisted, opening his eyes to look up at me. “You don’t need to stay.”

“If you’re sure,” I hedged, my wolf and I not wanting to let him out of our sight.

Protect!

I didn’t need my wolf to feel that emotion when it came to Riley.

“Besides, my mom will be home soon. I think I’m going to sleep until she has dinner ready. You should go spend time with your family. ”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I pulled my phone out to see I had a missed call and a text from Channing asking me to pick up bread. “I did promise I’d be home for dinner.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the reunion?” Riley asked, biting his lower lip again.

Using my thumb to pull it free, I leaned down to kiss his abused flesh, the skin swollen from our kisses. Groaning at the taste of my own release on his skin. I rubbed my cheek against his and sat back. My wolf and I would have to be content that Riley smelled like us until I saw him again.

“Yeah,” I agreed. I hadn’t planned on attending the formal event, but if Riley would be there… “I’ll see you tomorrow. Text me if you need anything?”

Riley’s flushed face blinked up at me with a sweet little smile. “I will.”

Standing reluctantly, I found my top and shoes, putting them on before one last peck to his warm temple. “Get some rest.”

Riley closed his eyes and snuggled into his pillow. “Yes, Alpha.”

Those words had a bolt of lust shocking my system, and I swallowed down the growl in my chest.

Mine.

My wolf didn’t want to let Riley rest, so I forced myself to walk out of the house without another word and make my way home .

Before I knew it, I was back at the pack house and running up the stairs.

I couldn’t hear anyone in the building, and remembered Channing saying something about taking Gramps to the farm supply store.

I had the house to myself, and I had a needy cock who kept playing Riley’s last words over and over in my head.

Turning on the shower, I sent a text to let her know I was already home, so she’d have to grab the bread. In case they came home, the shower would drown out my groans of pleasure.

Stepping under the spray, I braced one forearm on the wall and took myself in hand. I’d jacked off more in the past couple of days than I had since my Alpha cock made itself known. Every time I saw Riley, smelled him, or hell, even thought about him, I was hard and ready to go.

Riley hadn’t been repulsed by my dick. He’d begged to see more of me, to taste me. I came on his face like a dog, and he’d lapped it up, suckling me as if I was a rare delicacy in one of the countries he’d visited.

The way he’d come with my mouth on his cock, my finger in his ass, feeling the tightness of his hole, made me wonder if he didn’t have penetrative sex much. My wolf hated the idea of anyone else having Riley before, but I didn’t care.

For myself, I was more of a side. I liked the acts most people thought of as foreplay as the main act. I loved giving head and getting my partner off. I could stoke myself to completion then or later on my own. It all felt good .

But with Riley? I wanted all of him. My finger and tongue in his ass and dick on his lips were just the start.

With him, I wanted to straddle his hips and ride him. I wanted to fuck Riley’s face until drool was sliding down his neck. And then I wanted to fuck him hard and deep. I wouldn’t make him take my knot unless he begged for it…

Imagining sliding into his tight hole until we were locked together, while he wrapped his body around mine and begged to take more, had me coming on a roar. Shouting his name and hearing it bounce off the wet tiles, I stroked my cock as my body shook.

If I thought I’d be cumming blanks on my third orgasm in an hour, I was wrong. Streams of white cum hit the wall before the water washed them down the drain. Normally, I produced only a few drops of clear liquid.

Thinking back to how I’d covered Riley’s hand and stomach when we frotted, then his face before he’d swallowed me down, I realized I had been coming like a cis-man with Riley.

What the actual fuck?

Riley.

My wolf said his name, as if in answer. I had no clue if it was Riley making a difference, but I also felt a kernel of truth.

Rinsing my hands before shutting the water off, I heard a door shut outside. I grabbed a towel to dry off before looking out the window to see that Channing and Gramps were home and had a truck bed full of bags to bring into the house.

Instead of dwelling on why my body was acting differently, I threw on basketball shorts to go help them with their bags. I could overthink what the hell was going on after dinner.

Like Riley said, I needed to spend time with family. And I couldn’t be thinking about the man who made me act like I was a horny teenager around my sister and Gramps.