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Gwen

“ T hanks for dinner and a movie.” I squeezed Clark’s hand as we left the fancy movie theatre. Not only did we get the good popcorn with chocolate candies, but we’d ordered wings, beer, and pizza, since this was the place that brought you dinner while you watched the movie.

The space adventure movie we’d watched had been good, too. Tenzin had a sponsor thing, and I didn’t have to work, so the two of us had gone out.

“Anytime. Do you need anything for when classes start? Backpack, books?” Clark draped an arm around me as we entered the outdoor plaza of the entertainment complex. The night air was warm but not awful and a lot of people were out tonight.

He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I had on my blue denim sundress.

“Tens is getting me a backpack. I could use some pens and stuff.” My eyes fell on the big bookstore across the plaza. “I have books for class. But I am out of books to read.”

Verity would loan me all the smutty books I wanted. But I was in the mood for a good high fantasy with a million unpronounceable names. Or possibly an epic space story with explosions. Jonas had some, but he didn’t loan out his books. Everything I wanted from the library had long hold lists.

Clark’s hand went to his mouth in mock horror. “That won’t do. To the bookstore.”

Tugging on my hand, we ran across the plaza like a couple of goofballs. My hand was still in his as we burst inside. He dragged me over to the fancy stationery section, grabbing a basket.

“Get whatever you need for class first, then you can get some books.” He picked up a pen with a pompom on the end and booped my nose with it.

I laughed. “You’ll actually buy me books? How many books?”

I’d been joking. Still, even one book would be nice. After I got my scholarship distribution, I should go to my favorite used bookstore to recoup some of what Austin destroyed.

Clark considered this. “Seven.”

“Seven?”

What?

“Is that not enough? I don’t know what series you’re reading right now.” He held up a pencil pouch with Aquatica from the Defender League on it and put it in the basket. “You should get this.”

A woman looking at cards glanced over at him, then to me. “He’s a keeper.”

“He is.” I giggled, then wrapped my arms around him. “I’m keeping you.”

Clark set down the basket and picked me up off the ground. “Okay.”

He put me down and scampered off. I perused the ultra-cute and slightly-overpriced stationery section. I’d planned on just going to Swoop. Everything here was so freaking cute. I could let him buy me cute school supplies, right? Just a couple of things.

I mean, I needed that Aquatica pencil pouch.

But I wouldn’t let him buy me seven books. Four. Yeah, that was good. I did have to think about getting everything back on his motorcycle.

Some star-shaped paperclips and a pack of dragon erasers went into the basket.

Five books. And no more. I took the paperclips out.

I looked at two different packages of gel pens. Since I had all the cute outfits for class, I should get cute pens.

A display full of space books caught my eye as I added the matching pack of highlighters. Pondering my basket, I put back one pack of pens. No need to be greedy.

“Here you go.” Clark bounded over and shoved a bubble tea in my hand.

“Thanks.” I took a sip. “You remembered I like brown sugar milk tea.”

“Of course I did.” His brown eyes sparkled through his black-framed glasses. “I remember everything about you.”

My pussy clenched. “If you keep talking like that…”

“Like what, Ladybug?” He got close to me, scent flaring with desire. Then he took a loud slurp of his own bubble tea. “I’m going to look at comics.” Clark scampered back off.

I chuckled as I wandered over to the display. Oooh, the author of the Intrepid Space Explorer books had a new series? Space Romantasy? Yes, please.

As I sipped my tea, I pursued the shelves, looking at all the new releases. When had I last bought new books? My birthday maybe? With a gift card?

Clark came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as he slipped a graphic novel, some comics, and a Professor Weird sticker into the basket.

“Hi.” I leaned into him. “Professor Weird?”

“That’s Tens’ favorite. His water bottle is naked. We should fix that.” He nodded sagely.

“Oh, we should.” I stroked the spine of the book, then put it back. You couldn’t have a naked water bottle.

Clark eyed the basket. “There’s only five.”

“They’re hardcovers. Two are special editions with sprayed edges.” I chewed on my lower lip. I had quite the haul here. Maybe I should put one back? Especially since I got some cute school supplies?

“Get the books, Gweny.” His voice grew rumbly as he buried his face in my neck.

“It’s fine, really.” I couldn’t bring myself to get seven.

“Okay. We can always get more later.” He wrapped his arms around me. “I’ll carry it.” Taking the basket from me, Clark headed toward the register.

I followed.

“Are you sure?” He smoothed my hair, which was a little crazy today with the humidity.

“I am. Thank you.” I tucked myself under his arm as we checked out.

The total made me suck in a breath.

“I know. We work hard, so we’re allowed to get treats sometimes,” he told me as we paid for our things.

His arm stayed around me as we walked through the plaza, finishing our bubble teas, him carrying our bag.

Shit. He’d bought me books. If I hadn’t already decided I wanted something with Clark, this would tip me over.

“Anything else you need?” He tossed our empty cups into the garbage.

“I’m good, thank you.” I squeezed his hand.

He tucked everything into his backpack and we went into the parking garage. Putting on his helmet, I got on behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

The area of the parking garage our floor used was empty. Including Tenzin’s truck.

“Thank you again,” I told him as I took off the helmet.

“Any time.” Clark leaned in and kissed me, tasting of milk tea.

Heat flared between us as I pressed into him. His hand moved under my sundress.

“Sit on the seat, Gweny.” His eyes gleamed.

“What?” I looked up at him as he worked my panties off.

“I need some dessert. Now be a good girl and sit on the seat and spread your pussy wide.” His voice went rumbly.

I’d never heard him speak like that, and I didn’t move. Because I liked it.

His look softened. “Hey, you can say no . You can always say no. I don’t want to push you. I was being silly. Isn’t buying a girl books and bubble tea, then eating her out on your motorcycle sort of a universal girl fantasy? If you’re not ready, it’s okay. I just want to take care of you. Apologies if I misunderstood.”

“Please have me for dessert.” I sucked in a breath as I climbed onto the motorcycle, spreading my legs wide for him. It’s my fantasy now.

He set everything down, then got on his knees in front of me .

Mmmm, an alpha on their knees? So incredibly sexy.

“Look at you, with your legs spread so wide and ready for me.” Clark stroked my bare thighs, re-positioning them. “Such a good, good girl.”

That dirty talk was hot.

Clark buried his head in my pussy, a hand on each thigh. His tongue caressed my inner folds. A gasp escaped my lips as the motorcycle moved back and I grabbed onto it, bracing for a fall.

One hand moved behind my back. He gazed up at me. “You won’t fall. I’ve got you. Now, where was I…”

He attacked my pussy like I was a delicious dessert and he hadn’t eaten all day. One of my hands fisted his hair, more to hold on than to guide him. Another moan left my lips as he rolled my clit with his tongue.

Mmmm, he didn’t need any guidance.

Not to mention I’d never been eaten out in a parking garage where anyone could come in. The very thought heightened everything.

Mmmm, I wouldn’t mind if Tenzin came home and saw this.

“You taste so good, Gweny. Best dessert ever,” he murmured into my pussy, one hand stroking my leg.

Closing my eyes, I let the sensation overwhelm me as the motorcycle rocked gently. His mouth got a good spot, and I gasped, getting closer to my release.

“Come whenever you want. I love making you feel good,” he added, his tongue flicking my clit.

“Clark,” I squealed, my head lolling backwards, which made the bike rock more.

His grip on my back and thigh tightened. “I’ve got you. Let go.”

Yes, Alpha.

“There, right there,” I gasped, my chest shaking.

“There?” He flicked my clit with his tongue. “Or there?” Clark licked little circles around it.

Pleasure pulsed through me and I gasped again. “Both.”

“What about this?” He nibbled my clit.

My pussy spasmed, and an orgasm flooded my body. The motorcycle rocked again. Standing, he caught me in his arms.

“I’ve got you, Gweny. Are you okay?” Clark’s muscular arms wrapped around me.

“That felt so good.” Arousal tinged his hay and sunshine scent and I buried my head in his chest.

I’d never heard of that fantasy before, but I wouldn’t mind acting out this one again. Not at all.