Always Denver (Maple Hart) Page 4

  I hated how I sounded—so sulky and annoyed. Like a 12-year-old kid throwing a tantrum.

  “Aw, don’t be like that.” The guy neared me.

  His scent and manner told me he was an Alpha. The fact he was slurring his words told me he was drunk, just like me.

  Just peachy. I didn’t need this right now.

  The strange Alpha was about to grab my arm but someone else gave him such a violent shove, he stumbled backward. The beer bottle the Alpha was holding, crashed to the ground, shattering to a thousand tiny pieces.

  Seeing Wayne standing there, looking like an enraged bull, filled me with relief.

  How did Wayne find me?

  Stupid question. This was Wayne. He knew me inside out. I wouldn’t be surprised if Wayne was tailing me from a distance, making sure I wouldn’t get into trouble.

  Picturing my Alpha rising from the bed and automatically following me out of the room made me smile.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Demanded the other Alpha.

  The guy tried to stand up. It took him a few tries. He looked a little pathetic, humorous.

  “My Omega told you to fuck off,” Wayne said, crossing his arms.

  The motion made all his biceps and triceps bulged. The other Alpha neared him, sneer on his face.

  Wayne stood his ground, his expression was cold and merciless. The other Alpha silently took stock of Wayne and grunted.

  “Keep a tighter leash on your Omega,” the Alpha grumbled.

  He must’ve realized he wouldn’t stand a chance against my Alpha because he started walking away.

  Coward.

  Relief filled me. I didn’t want a fight to break out. Oh, I wasn’t worried about Wayne. I was worried for the other Alpha. When provoked, Wayne could be a deadly and terrifying force of nature. That guy didn’t stand a chance.

  “Couldn’t stay away, huh?” I asked.

  “It’s too cold to go swimming. Put your clothes back on. We’ll head inside and get warm,” Wayne said cooly. The tone of his voice told me he hadn’t forgiven me quite yet.

  The initial elation I felt at seeing him, vanished.

  “Don’t give me orders.” I gave him a defiant stare, then dove into the water.

  I regretted my hasty decision immediately. Cold enveloped me from head to toe. I shivered, coming up for air. My teeth clattered. I expected Wayne to be gone but he was still there, watching me.

  “You’re an ass, Denver,” Wayne said.

  Then the bastard padded away. I felt foolish, cold, and alone in the water. I was debating getting out but Wayne returned with two beer bottles. Huh.

  Wayne looked like he wanted to get hammered. Maybe he felt as shitty as I did.

  “Not getting out?” He asked.

  I stuck my tongue at him.

  If I left the pool now, it would be no different from accepting defeat. Wayne sat at the edge of one of the lounge chairs, silently watching me.

  I had no other choice but pretend to swim. I did a few laps. The icy water no longer bothered me. I kept expecting Wayne to get fed up with me and leave. Each time I looked over, he was still there.

  Waiting. Watching out for me.

  Guilt wormed its way inside me. I’ve punished us both enough. I got out of the water and gathered my clothes.

  Wayne left me for a second and returned with a thick towel in hand. He offered it to me, saying nothing, but I could tell he was still pissed at him.

  Wayne clenched his jaw so hard, I swore I heard bone cracking. I toweled myself dry but I didn’t bother dressing up.

  I’d take a hot shower back in our room. Since he wasn’t in the chatty mood, I headed back to the hotel, certain my Alpha would follow me.

  My Alpha.

  I had no right to call him that.

  Earlier, Wayne referred to me as ‘my Omega’. I wished that was true. I regretted taking that swim. It only made things worse between us.

  What if I couldn’t mend this fracture between Wayne and me?

  Could we still go back to being friends?

  Friends.

  That word sounded more like a curse than a blessing. Swimming in icy water did give me a new perspective.

  Wayne was right. I was an awful person for dragging him to my ex’s wedding. I was incredibly selfish and thoughtless. I didn’t know how Wayne put up with me.

  We entered the elevator. The silence between us seemed to stretch on forever. I wanted the old Wayne back. Protective, caring, and considerate Wayne.

  Not this cold stranger. I had plenty of pride. I was never the first one to apologize after an argument but I realized this wasn’t going anywhere.

  If neither of us would budge, the rift between us would only get bigger.

  A simple misunderstanding could turn into something worse—Wayne announcing he couldn’t continue living with a selfish and uncaring prick like me. If Wayne moved out, I didn’t know what I would do. I leaned on him too much and I took him for granted.

  I had to rectify this as soon as possible.

  “Wayne,” I began. “I’m sorry.”

  Spitting out those words proved harder than expected. Surprise registered on Wayne’s face. He wasn’t expecting my apology.

  “Sometimes,” he finally said, “I don’t know what I should do with you.”

  Wayne must be drunk, probably not thinking straight because he cornered me against the wall.

  The elevator let out a ping, telling us we were on our floor but neither of us got out.

  I became intently aware of just how big he was, how warm he felt. I pressed a palm against his left pectoral and imagined his heart under his ribcage, beating fiercely for me.

  7

  Wayne

  “Don’t,” I warned.

  Denver didn’t lift his hand from my chest. I was supposed to be mad at him. I’ve decided to give him the cold shoulder a little longer to teach him a lesson.

  Denver had no idea how livid I got, watching him wade in that pool out of sheer stubbornness. He was probably freezing his ass off but he did it anyway to spite me.

  Right now, it was impossible to stay angry at him. Denver’s expression turned soft, vulnerable as he stared up at me.

  He apologized to me, I remembered. It was next to impossible to get Denver to admit he did something wrong.

  “Wayne, let’s not fight anymore,” Denver whispered.

  “You started this.” I reminded him.

  “Tell me what I did wrong.”

  “You know what.” I gritted out. Denver couldn’t possibly believe he was entirely blameless.

  “Um, you guys going up or down?” Asked a new voice.

  I looked over my shoulder and glared at the teen gawking at us. I moved my gaze to the elevator panel. We were finally on our floor.

  There was no use remaining here any longer but I liked the idea of trapping Denver in one spot.

  I closed my hand over Denver’s wrist and tugged him outside. The teen let out what sounded like a sigh of relief.

  “What now?” Denver asked.

  I realized I liked him like this. He looked and sounded a little uncertain, unsure of himself. He hadn’t pulled himself away from me either.

  Denver let me lead him like a child back to our room. I held the door open for him, releasing him from my grip.

  Denver went inside like a good boy. I shut the door behind me, surprised Denver approached me again. I smelled alcohol on his breath earlier.

  Was he drunk?

  I didn’t give a hoot, because I knew I had one too many beers as well.

  The moment he rested his palm against my chest again, I unraveled. I cupped his cheek, liked how his eyes widened in surprise.

  It was now or never.

  I had to make my move. Both our defenses were down. I knew it was wrong, taking advantage of him, of this situation but I didn’t care.

  I slanted my mouth over his and kissed him. I started tentatively at first, giving Denver the chance to pull out if he wanted.

/>   One word from him, one shove and I would back away. I’d try my luck another time but I was scared there wouldn’t be a second chance.

  Watching Denver with Ken nearly gutted me. When that Alpha flirted with Denver by the poolside, I was ready to strangle that Alpha’s neck.

  I couldn’t stand seeing Denver with another man.

  Denver kissed me back with a fierceness that blew me again. I moved my hand to the nape of his neck, holding him in place.

  I plundered his mouth like there was no tomorrow. I bit and sucked on his lower lip. I thrust my tongue down his throat, drunk on the taste of him.

  My senses sharpened, no longer dulled by alcohol. I felt completely sober. Denver sucked down on my tongue.

  I moved my hands down his body, touching him everywhere, something I’ve never dared before. His bare and smooth flesh felt perfect against my hands.

  Denver started rubbing himself against me like a dog in heat.

  I groaned, aware of my dick thickening in my jeans. I could feel Denver’s hard-on. He wanted this as much as I did.

  Denver was only wearing boxers. One rip and he’d be completely bared for me. I pulled my mouth away, only for Denver to fist my shirt and kiss me again.

  Intoxicated, I slid one hand into his hair and gave it a little tug. Possessiveness filled me every inch of my body. Tonight was going to end one way, with me finally owning all of Denver and claiming him in the most intimate way possible.

  Denver showed no ounce of resistance. Part of me wondered if this was all a dream.

  I pushed him away from the door and towards the bed.

  “You promised me a reward,” I told him, a little breathless. Both of us were.

  “I remember,” he whispered. “What do you want?”

  “You,” I said simply. “You were always what I wanted.”

  “This is wrong, Wayne.”

  “Why?” I asked, furrowing my brows. “The chemistry between us is off-the-charts. We’re perfect for each other and you know it.”

  Denver let out a laugh.

  “That kiss was mind-blowing.” He admitted. “Look at me. I’m all hot and bothered and you haven’t done anything else but kiss me.”

  “You haven’t answered my question.” I reminded him.

  I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close so he didn’t have a chance to escape. Denver was good at that, at running. He bolted when it became convenient or when he couldn’t face the music.

  I wanted nothing more than to throw him on the bed and finally have my way with him, but I reeled in my self-control.

  This conversation was important. Denver and I were clearly on the same page. We both wanted more but he was apprehensive and unsure for a reason.

  “Talk to me, Denver. I’m listening.” I made sure he heard the plea in my voice.

  “I’m scared I’ll screw this up,” Denver whispered.

  I blinked. That certainly wasn’t the answer I was expecting.

  “What?”

  “Wayne, I don’t want ever want to lose you.” Denver touched my unshaven cheek.

  He sounded so miserable like he believed he was capable of hurting me.

  “That’ll never happen. I’ll always be on your side.” I reminded him. I needed to hear him out, to understand what was holding him back. “Where is this fear coming from?”

  “You know me better than anyone. Just look at my track record. My failed relationships. All the guys I’ve dated.”

  “They weren’t me,” I told him simply. I knew I sounded overconfident but I didn’t care. “This time will be different, Denver. I’m not like Ken or any of your exes. You don’t have to play pretend with me, because there’s no need to.”

  “You’re my best friend. If we end up breaking up, things will never be the same between us again.”

  “Then we’ll just have to take that chance.”

  Seeing Denver like this, his confidence at an all-time low, floored me. This wasn’t the same Denver I’d grown up with.

  Denver always knew what he wanted and went for it without apology. That was one of the traits I admired about him. Unlike me, Denver never second-guessed his decisions.

  Denver bit his bottom lip. “You know what? You’re right. I’ve decided. I also want to find out where this is going.”

  I took his mouth again. He didn’t fight me. Denver gripped my biceps and responded to my kiss with equal passion.

  I pulled away and gave his chest a push. Denver ended up on the bed. There was no hint of hesitation or resistance on his face now.

  Denver crooked a finger at me. My cock felt like a steel pipe between my legs.

  I approached the bed. Intense want assailed me.

  “Take off your clothes,” he said.

  I placed a hand over his knee and gave it a warning squeeze. “I give all the orders here, Omega.”

  He let out a shudder as I closed my hand over the fabric of his boxers. I ripped it off him, exposing his balls and cock, which was already lengthening for me.

  I peeled off my shirt, then my pants and underwear. Denver looked like a tempting prize on the bed, eager and sexy. He let out a wolf whistle, which only bolstered my confidence.

  I climbed into bed with him. The sensation of his bare skin against mine felt amazing. Erotic. I left kisses down the side of his neck, his chest.

  Denver moaned when I moved my mouth lower. I kissed the tip of his cock, which was already leaking pre-cum.

  I gripped his thighs, keeping him in place while I traced the length of his cock with my tongue.

  Denver groaned, clawing at the sheets above him as I explored him from the root of his dick to his crown.

  “Wayne.” The sound of my name on his lips sounded perfect.

  I closed my lips over his dick and began to go down on him.

  8

  Denver

  Another needy moan spilled from my lips. I couldn’t believe Wayne was giving me a blow job and damn, but he was good at it.

  Wayne bobbed his head up and down. He put his fingers on my balls, squeezing them and applying the right amount of pressure.

  Just when I was ready to blow, Wayne pulled his mouth away and placed his fingers over my shaft. One squeeze to the tip of my aching cock did the trick.

  I climaxed, groaning as my cum filled his fingers. Wayne smiled down at me. My hunger for him intensified. He placed his wet hand over my face and I knew what to do.

  I leaned forward and licked my need off his fingers like a cat. Wayne watched me all that while, reminding me of a predator who wasn’t done with his prey.

  Fine with me. I wanted Wayne to get to the best part.

  “I haven’t fucked you yet.” God the sound of his demanding voice was enough to wake my cock again.

  Good thing Omegas recovered quickly, as did Alphas.

  “How do you want me?” My voice came out husky with need.

  Wayne flipped me on my hands and knees in answer. My heart thudded violently.

  I knew Wayne was strong. I witnessed him fight other Alphas before but I hadn’t known Wayne manhandling me was such a turn-on.

  I knew without a doubt that despite his monstrous strength, he would never hurt me. Wayne would harm himself first before dishing out any violence on me.

  Feeling bold, I parted my legs and pressed my chest against the silky sheets. I pushed out my ass towards him in offering.

  Wayne let out an indrawn breath behind me. I was glad he couldn’t see the expression on my face or how red my cheeks and neck were.

  Like this, Wayne could see all of me—my cock, my balls, and my asshole included. Any part of my body was all his for the taking if he wanted.

  As if Wayne could read my thoughts, he touched me in my most intimate places. He ran his fingers over my prick, my balls, and he played with my hole.

  I moaned, gripping the sheets as he pushed a finger inside me. Omegas were self-lubricating and I was already so wet and ready for him.

  Wayne let out what sounde
d like an appreciative growl. He inserted two more digits in me and began to make twisting motions, widening me for his access.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” he said. “You’re mine, Denver. Every inch of you now belongs to me.”

  I shivered at his words. I liked how Wayne was so vocal, so possessive during sex. Maybe I was finally seeing the side of him he always kept hidden.

  I wasn’t afraid anymore. I refused to let my doubts ruin the good thing we had.

  “Say it,” Wayne said.

  He stroked that special spot inside me that had me moaning. Wayne brushed his fingers over my prostate again, effectively eliminating my ability to think.

  “Say what?” I asked.

  I sounded drunk to my ears. It wasn’t the beer. I’ve sobered up after Wayne bestowed that sharp and world-shattering kiss on my lips.

  “That you belong to me.”

  “I’m yours.”

  God. My cock was getting hard again.

  Wayne finally pulled his digits out and replaced them with his dick. He didn’t push right inside me right away.

  Wayne left smears of pre-cum around my hole, my thighs. I finally understood what he was doing. He was marking me the way a wolf marked its territory and I found that hot as hell.

  He gripped my ass and finally penetrated me. I gasped. Wayne didn’t push all the way in. He went slow and steady, tormenting us both.

  I groaned, all too aware of how massive his dick felt inside my ass. It took forever, but Wayne finally sheathed himself inside me.

  I breathed in and out, aware of how his prick completely stretched the walls of my ass.

  “Fuck, baby. Your ass feels so tight and perfect around my dick.”

  “Talk dirty to me some more.” I pleaded.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you can barely walk in the morning. I’m going to knot you so you’ll know you’ll always be mine.”

  Wayne was going to knot me?

  Alphas only did that when they found their special Omegas. Ken and my other exes never knotted me. The thought should terrify me because the chances of getting pregnant were pretty high if Wayne did manage that feat.