Page 7 of Sweet Whiskey
Straightening my shoulders, I give Colt a smile. “Mind helping me up?” I step on the edge of the booth and grab his hand before stepping onto the table.
“One Way or Another” by Blondie blasts through the speakers, and this time my smile is genuine.
My hands slide up my sides and neck before rising above my head as I squat with a small shimmy.
When I stand back up, I make the mistake of looking down and realize how far up I am.
I lower to my knees and flip my hair over my head before facing Dallas with my palms flat on the table.
I don’t know why I chose him, but it feels right.
That this man needs the show out of everyone else.
Colt probably has a fantastic view of my ass in these jean shorts, but I’m focused on the man in front of me with his mouth dropped open as he zeros in on my chest.
I crawl toward him before sitting on the edge and straddling his lap with my knees on the cushion of the booth. Technically, it’s a little against the rules, but I’ll just explain my fear of falling off. Plus, these three don’t seem like the type to take advantage of my little show.
His head slams onto the back of the booth; he rests his hands on my hips.
I’m hit with his scent, and I swallow back a moan as my stomach clenches.
Both our eyes widen when hints of slick and perfume curl around us.
His chest rises and falls in quick pants, and I shake my head, closing my eyes to focus on pretending to grind against his lap.
Just because it’s strong enough to bypass my suppressants doesn’t mean anything.
I’m not surprised at how turned on I am by being close to Dallas.
My attraction to him is soul deep, something I’ve never experienced before.
If he wanted to bend me over the table and knot me, I would probably let him.
More of my arousal spirals out around us and my knees buckle, pressing me into his crotch completely against the thick bulge of his hard cock.
“Fuck, I’m ruined,” he whispers, barely audible above the music. But my heart catches it and beats wildly in response.
My fingers grip his shoulders. “S-sorry.”
Dallas shakes his head, and his fingers flex where they rest as he grunts out, “Nothing to apologize for.”
His cock jerks under me, and my eyes shutter shut for a blink. Saliva pools in my mouth, and my attention falls to his straining neck.
Bite him.
The sudden thought scares me so much that I jerk out of his lap, nearly falling onto the floor but catching myself on the table.
“Kinsey!” Colt says, but I ignore him and run.
I rush out the back door, gulping in the cool night air.
My shirt is plastered to my back, drenched in sweat.
Through shaky hands, I pull out my phone and check my cycle app.
I frown when I see I should still have two months before my next heat, so why does it feel like I’m having pre-heat flashes?
Why did the urge to mate and bond rise so violently inside me.
The door opens behind me, and I glance up, meeting Colt’s eyes.
“You okay?” His nostrils flare and his pupils dilate before taking a step closer to me. He shakes his head, his fists curling at his sides. “Kinsey, are you on suppressants? Because you’re starting to smell like you aren’t.”
“I—” His scent hits me, and I groan as my panties drench. I reach forward, gripping onto his shirt and he staggers into me, pressing me against the wall of the bar. “I don’t know what’s wrong, I need…”
“What do you need, Omega?” His deep voice rumbles over me and I whimper, arching so my hips press against him. Colt’s hand clamps down on my waist.
“I’m not going to touch you until you tell me what you need, Kinsey.” He swallows, as if it was difficult for him to admit that.
I lick my lips, his eyes following the movement. “Make me come. Please, Colt.”
His mouth crashes onto mine and I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck as his hand slips into my shorts.
The first swipe of his fingers along my slick drenched pussy has me gasping, and he swallows it down.
His tongue licks at my lips, his hooded eyes staring down at me as he pushes two fingers inside me.
I love the pressure of being filled, and I rock my hips, wanting more.
“You’re going to have to settle for my fingers, sweetheart. I’m not fucking you for the first time in the back alley, Kinsey.”
I whine. “Take me to your truck.”
He lets out a strangled groan, his forehead rolling along mine as he pumps his hand in and out as much as my shorts allow. “Don’t tempt me, baby. Not here. ”
My fingers clutch at his hair, realizing it’s longer than I thought under his hat.
The desperation in his voice chases away any rejection I might feel, and I’m not so far gone that I don’t understand his logic.
He’s not saying no, he’s saying not yet , not here.
And I appreciate that more than he could ever know.
Colt kisses me again, and I deepen it as he curls his fingers inside me in a way that has me moaning into his mouth.
He presses against me harder, my back flush against the brick wall as he works me expertly.
I’m thankful for the privacy of where we are.
Technically, it’s illegal not to hire omegas, but plenty of businesses find a loophole where they can.
What’s happening right now is exactly why.
My primal instincts are demanding that an alpha take care of me, put a baby in me, and bond with me.
It’s not something that can be easily ignored.
If Colt hadn’t offered me relief, I would have been overwhelmed with sweat from my body heating, a restlessness that would leave me shaky and scatterbrained, and eventually cramps would come.
Since it’s only a preliminary spike, a warning that my heat is coming, the pain from the cramps would be mild.
The intensity would amp up closer to my heat.
“Focus on what I’m doing to your pussy. Get out of your head, Kins,” Colt demands, growling the words into my skin.
His fingers pump harder as he adds another, stretching me fuller as his tongue drags to the crook right near the base of my neck, a spot where my scent is more potent.
I shudder as his teeth scrape it, and I claw at his shoulders with a loud moan.
“Oh god. Please,” I beg on a breathless plea. My vision grows hazy, and Colt grips my chin to stare at him.
“We’re not in a place for you to lose your head. Talk me through it, baby. Tell me what you wish we were doing,” he says, the seductive purr of his command making me gush around his fingers.
I lick my drying lips. “In your truck with your knot.”
He groans before laughing softly. “I guess I walked right into that. Fine, we’ll do it my way then. ”
Colt’s fingers curl inside me as he starts pumping them slowly. He steps closer, his nose rubbing against mine.
“I’d have you bare in the bed.” He breathes out erratically, his voice deepening.
“Not an inch covering your golden skin, your pretty fucking pussy on display, and I’d taste you until your slick drowns me.
I’d fuck you slowly, just teasing you with my knot until you’re so ready to come you’re pleading with tears. ”
I shiver, puckering my lips to brush a kiss against his mouth. “That doesn’t sound nice.” It’s barely above a whisper.
His chuckle is a dark promise. “You’ll love it, baby. When I finally get my knot in you, you’ll be coming so hard, I won’t be surprised if you pass out.”
My pussy clenches on his fingers, the storm of heat building in my belly as he picks up his pace. I stare up at his warm eyes, panting. “What else?”
Colt inhales sharply. “Then I’ll invite Brooks and Dallas to join us.
Fill all these pretty holes with our cum.
Maybe some of it would stick, putting our pup in ya.
” His fingers curl inside me, finding the exact spot I need, and I come hard.
I can’t see with how hard the bliss knocks into me.
My head slumps back, hitting against the building before his hand curls around it and forces me to lean toward him instead.
I greedily gulp in his scent as the last few waves of pleasure flutter through me.
I try to calm my breathing and look up at him, a slight panic starting to rise.
He pulls his fingers out of my pants and then steps away.
Clearing my throat, I inch toward the door.
“I should—uh, I need to get back.” I open and hurry through the door before he can respond, belatedly ashamed I hadn’t even thanked him for that amazing experience.