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  Grayson’s smile turned sad. “I didn’t know about your dad. I’m sorry.”

  I nodded. “My mom, too. They were in a car accident four years ago. They were driving home from a date night in Hawthorne.”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry.” He reached over and touched my cheek. The caress was was a brief, but the dull ache in my chest changed into an excited thump. “Can you show me your farm?”

  I grinned. I was proud of our farm, and not many people wanted to see it. If someone as hot as Grayson wanted to go there, I wasn’t going to deny that chance. We rose, with Grayson saying goodbye to Teddy. He received another dramatic eye roll in return.

  Grayson peered at the Ford carefully when we reached it, but didn’t say anything until we were both in the cab.

  “You surprise me. You’re nothing like my ex, after all.”

  I frowned at him, but didn’t say anything as I turned the ignition, listening to the old truck roar to life. I drove her slowly out of the main straight and toward the road that led to Hawthorne, and our farm.

  “I wanted to tell you, too, my heat is approaching. Really soon.” His voice was soft, unsure. It didn’t sound right on a man so confident he’d asked me for coffee on the street. “I think it’s going to start tonight, and I’ve taken heat leave next week. I know it’s a bit sudden, but I feel comfortable asking you. I can’t explain it. Would you share it with me?”

  I glanced at him, mouth slightly parted and palms sweaty against the steering wheel. Darn. I’d only shared a heat with an omega once, and I’d only been nineteen then. Young and dumb, when popping my knot had been terrifying.

  “Are you sure?” I asked softly.

  He smiled and nodded. “Definitely.”

  “Then I’d be honored, Grayson.”

  Grayson Briggs

  This wasn’t fair, but really, all was fair in love and war. I’d noticed Blair watching me for a while now. He wasn’t exactly subtle. I’d worn every pair of pants I owned that made him lick his lips all this week, and then realized what was going on—my heat was coming. That’s why I wanted to tease him so much.

  We weren’t our basest impulses, none of us. We are all human, but sometimes you just want to dress to get the man you’ve been eying up to fuck you. And so I had. And then realized I wanted a little more than that, which was an indulgence. My career would suffer, but maybe not with someone like Blair. He wouldn’t let me get into trouble over a relationship.

  I never expected things to turn out so well, though. I glanced over at him. He drove this truck with as much ease and confidence as he’d driven the Lamborghini, maybe even more, and honestly, this suited him just as well.

  “You’re a man of many hats. Versatile. I’m surprised you’re not running this town instead of me.”

  He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, only quirked a mysterious smile my direction that had me squirming in my seat. The Blair at the office knew how to verbally fence—I loved the thrill of debate, of fighting without throwing punches—but this was a completely different side of him, and I wanted to learn all about this Blair.

  The memory of his lips on mine, harsh, demanding, had me getting harder already. He gasped, sucking in a deep breath and shooting me a look.

  “Are you sure you’re not in heat already? And are you absolutely certain you want to go to the farm with me? A man of your status seems as though he’s used to something more stylish.”

  I laughed. Of course Blair would tease at a time like this, when my cock was already needy, and the back of my neck was feeling flush. I tugged at the neckline of my sweater and wanted desperately to peel it off.

  “There’s something to be said for a real-person approach to politics. The farm is a great way to spend a heat.” I studied him, wondering if he’d be happy to know I’d been paying attention to some of what he pushed when we spoke at the office.

  He nodded carefully. “I’d be happy to have you.” He turned to smile at me, scalding hot, a careful twist of his lips that drove me crazy. He’d almost had me last night, before I realized my heat was coming, and also decided I wanted more than a fuck-and-run this time.

  Swallowing hard, I glanced out my window as we passed a large cherry orchard along the side of the lonely two-lane road. The leaves were browning and looked ready to fall. “You have no way of knowing this, but I’ve had to keep myself together on my own for a long while. I want to thank you for allowing me to be some measure of myself with you.”

  “Who else would you be?” he quipped back quickly, and I laughed, the tightness in my chest fading as he reached over to hold out his hand to me. I grasped his fingers, and we rode through the cool morning, along the twisty road out of Cherry Hollow to the no-man’s-land between municipalities. The entrance to the farm was nondescript, not even a sign, just a small dirt lane turning off the main road. It was entirely unlike the Blair I knew to be so low-key, but I enjoyed it. Why did he have both the condo and the farm? A question for another day. I’d only just had him open up to me.

  Now that I thought about it, I didn’t know him as well as I would have wanted to. For the year we’d been working together, he’d avoided all topics of personal conversation.

  “It’s beautiful out here,” I murmured, and he grunted out a positive sound of agreement I’d never heard from him before.

  The lawn leading up to the well-maintained behemoth white farmhouse was striped with patches of autumn flowers. Grass. Marigolds. Grass. Goldenrod.

  “Why did you do that?” I asked, pointing at another large patch of wildflowers as we drove by. “It doesn’t seem like it would leave the lawn useful for entertaining.”

  He gasped out a surprised chuckle and squeezed my hand gently.

  “Do you see the beehives?” He let go of my hand to point, and it was then I noticed little square white boxes in the middle of each row of flowers.

  “Oh, my. I didn’t.”

  “That’s what the flowers are for. We don’t make enough honey to really market it, so I take some into town occasionally and sell to a few of the stores when I have a reasonable haul. My sister, Emily, helps when she can.”

  Turning toward him, I really gave him a good look over. Blair was handsome as ever, but today he had a more approachable edge. His hair wasn’t styled to perfection, but instead laid soft against his head, and it made me want to run my hands through it. The little spot under his nose, the dip that always stood out because his jaw was constantly hard while he was waiting to talk—retort to someone who was speaking—with his shoulders tense, was more of a valley. He leaned back against his seat as if he didn’t have a care in the world, even though I knew that wasn’t the case.

  “How do you manage it all?” He was at the office, and then this… and a sister? “Who watches your sister?”

  He gave me a sharp look, but it eased into a smile. “She’s not little. She’s a teenager. Old enough to stay out of trouble by herself, most of the time, if I have to be gone for an hour or two. Usually that’s not an issue, though.”

  “True.” I nodded in agreement. More often than not we were done by five. Cherry Hollow was certainly no New York City. The office was definitely silent at night.

  He stopped the truck in front of the porch. Everything was well taken care of, but the front door had been repaired recently and wasn’t painted yet. I liked the little signs of love on the building. The flowers here weren’t the slapdash of the wildflowers, but rather carefully weeded roses climbing trellises. They’d probably be spectacular when they were in bloom. The window frames were freshly painted, and the wooden siding had seen paint recently as well. The stairs were worn, but even that was friendly. The barn—a fresh, bright red—sat a short distance from the house.

  But then Blair shifted in the small space, and his heady scent pulled at me. I’d never quite been able to peg down what it was about him that reminded me of leather and something exotic. I’d never met an alpha who smelled this delicious. There couldn’t be two people in the enti
re world who smelled that good. But today, his scent was a little different, something wild and untamed. I took a deep breath, loving it.

  “Do you want to take me inside?” The husky question was more straightforward than I would normally offer a date. My readiness took me by surprise. I spread my legs to give myself room, hard, breathing faster than I should be. He groaned, and the next thing I knew he rested a hand on the back of my neck, drawing me closer.

  Bracing for impact for the way Blair nearly attacked when he kissed me last night, I let out a gasp of surprise when the barest hint of pressure took over my mouth, more a request than a demand. He licked along the seam of my mouth, and I opened for him, excitement thrilling through me, my cock throbbing even harder when he swirled the tip of his tongue around mine. He pulled back and the sunlight caught his eyes. I let out a moan when he stared right back at me. My heart hammered in my ears.

  “Your eyes are green.” I didn’t mean to sound shocked, but he chuckled.

  “Yeah. They’re sort of in between. Depends on the day.” There were slight lines around his eyes as he smiled at me, but then he ran a finger over my nose, and I knew what he was doing. Embarrassed, I turned away, but he drew me back with a touch to my chin.

  “Always hated them,” I grumbled.

  He tapped my nose and leaned forward to put a kiss where he’d traced his fingers. “You have to know how sexy you are.”

  “I’m not blind. My suits help. But there are other men out there who look better.” I ran my thumb along his bearded jaw to prove my point, and his eyes widened for a flash before he grinned.

  “Depends on your view, I guess,” he whispered, and then he was kissing me again, the scratch of his beard meeting my chin. For a long while we sat there with the sun painting our faces warm and the birds singing somewhere outside, lost in the soft pull of each other’s mouths. I’d never had something this sweet before, and I sank into the caresses, my cock pulsing and aching, my ass ready for him to fill it.

  My heat was going to be perfect, if this was anything to go by.

  Eventually he eased away from me, the reluctance to stop clear in the way he frowned, just a little, but he got out of the truck quickly. I didn’t have myself together enough to open my door before he got there and tugged on it. He cursed and smacked at the door, and then it popped open and he nearly stumbled back onto his ass.

  Laughing, I allowed him to hold the door for me, a gentlemanly gesture I in no way would have associated with him. He cleared his throat and slammed the door behind me, patting the old truck as if in apology. We walked up the front porch steps together. I wanted to ask about the house, about this secret special life he’d carved out and hidden from us all at the office, but I was too busy trying to keep myself decent, trying to wait until I got into the house to strip off the itchy obnoxiousness of my clothes.

  He opened the front door and moved to let me pass him, but I barely stepped foot inside before I tugged my sweater up and over my head, dropping it to the ground.

  “You don’t seem to mind the forward type,” I gasped, and slipped my hands down to pull my belt out of my pants and toss it down on top of my sweater. My shoes went next. All the while he stood there, staring, his broad shoulders slowly tensing until he looked more like he usually did, as if he was getting ready to pounce. “Please. I’ve never been so ready to be fucked in my life. The truck… the kissing….”

  Excitement rushed along my skin as I thought about how he’d touched me, my nipples flashing hard all at once in the cool air of the hall. He stepped closer, slid his hands over the skin of my stomach, one going to my chest and one sliding lower until he cupped my trapped cock, squeezing lightly.

  My eyes rolled back in my head, and a jolt of pure pleasure had me moaning as I leaned forward. We kissed again—sloppy, open mouthed, wonderful.

  He pulled back and took both of my hands in his, twining them together. When I glanced down his body, there was a large bulge jutting out his jeans, and I wanted it so badly, knew that was for me, and he’d be driving his way into my ass soon.

  He drew me close for another one of those slow, thorough kisses. He had me shifting in place, wanting to rub up against him as my toes curled.

  “Upstairs, beautiful. Okay?”

  Nodding, I would have agreed to right here on my knees, but if he wanted us upstairs, there I would go. He held my hand tightly in his, and I followed him along the front hallway to a set of corner stairs that went steeply upward to a balcony that led to the rest of the rooms. The inside of the house was bright and clean and obviously as well loved as the rest of the place. It comforted me, and when we got to what I knew must be his bedroom, based on the overwhelming scent of alpha, I nearly came.

  He opened the door and guided me in. The bed was made up with a blue quilt and a pile of pillows at the top. Everything in here was such a sharp contrast to his condo. There was a single chest of drawers that appeared to be antique dark wood furniture, with detailing you just didn’t find much these days. The closet hung open, but there didn’t seem to be a single suit hanging inside—that actually relaxed me a little—and then a small bookshelf and a bedside table finished the room off.

  My snooping ended abruptly when he grabbed my hips. He’d focused on my eyes again, and the way he stared nearly made me uncomfortable. It was as though he was searching for my secrets and daring me to learn his.

  His fingers dug roughly into my hip bones, but not enough to hurt. I popped the button on my pants, but he pushed my hand aside, lowered the zipper, and shoved my pants down. I stepped out of them, excited and exposed in my black Andrew Christian briefs.

  “Love that you’re red all over,” he growled, the low, sexy bass in his voice squeezing my eyes shut. My underwear tented obscenely, and I had enough sense left to be slightly self-conscious. After all, I’d never been undressed in front of him, but I also knew this underwear made my ass look great, and he seemed to enjoy ogling that part of me.

  He trailed his finger down my chest, all the way to my belly button and below it, stopping at the band of my briefs and then moving lower, over the distended fabric to tap on the head of my cock. My stomach clenched.

  “Please,” I whispered, forcing my eyes open.

  He moved fast, sliding his hands around me while he stepped close, mouth latching onto my neck. He palmed my ass and pulled me forward, shoving our bodies together. I cried out and held on to his muscled shoulders. His stubble scratched my neck, but it was perfect, and when he thrust against me, I cried out, my asscheeks clenching.

  He went to his knees and mouthed at my cloth-covered cock until I was whining and thrusting against the tease of his mouth. I wanted to tell him he was going to make me come, but as I reached the tipping point where I was wound so high coming was an inevitability, it didn’t happen, and I yelled out wordlessly. My entire body super-heated.

  “You really want me, don’t you?” he asked, and there was the smug tone I knew so well.

  “I almost thought you were someone else for a minute. Thanks for being yourself.” I laughed, and he leaned back, eyebrows shooting up one at a time, but then I took matters into my own hands and pushed down my underwear, stepping unsteadily out of them. He smiled and ran his hands up my thighs.

  He stood in one smooth motion and backed me to the bed. I expected the sex to be fast and furious, but he grabbed the blankets and turned them down. He eased me onto my back on the cool sheets, and then his warm, work-honed body weighed me down. The pressure of his weight drove me nuts and I bucked against him, wanting him, wanting more. He kissed me, as if he was trying to calm me, but that only made the terrible, wonderful tension in my groin worse. My ass was so ready with slick that it would leak out of me if he didn’t do something soon.

  He broke off our kiss and mouthed down my jaw, stopped to tongue-bathe that same spot on my neck again. I spread my legs and hooked them up around his hips, hoping he would just fuck me, but in true style, he slid down my chest, not doing what I thou
ght he would.

  “Please,” I ground out between clenched teeth when he latched onto one of my nipples. The sucking sensation went straight to my cockhead and tingled inside my asshole. I whined and bucked against him.

  Words soon became lost to me, and all I could do was ride the excruciating, yet amazing, sensations he was forcing into my body. I’d never had an alpha take so much time to torment me, and really, I should have known he would be this way. Soft sucking, easy kisses, teasing touches. Where was the man who literally stared at my ass so hard last week, I thought about dropping my pants in the middle of the office and bending over my desk?

  Finally he nibbled his way down to my hip. I’d settled my fingers into his soft brown hair at some point, but couldn’t stand the torture anymore. I tugged, trying to get him to come back up, to fuck me and put me out of my misery, but he dropped down instead, grunting when I gave one last halfhearted pull, and licked up the length of my cock. I nearly screamed with the swipe of scalding wet heat. I thought my heat was further away than this, but apparently my body wasn’t going to let me orgasm without cum in my ass. I loved and hated this part of being in heat.

  Panting, I looked down my body to where he stared up with those big blue-green eyes, and couldn’t breathe as he opened his mouth and slid down the length of my cock until the pressure got to me. I rocked against his mouth. My cockhead popped down his throat, the draw and suck and warmth…. Tension coiled tighter in my stomach, and my cock throbbed.

  “Can’t come. I need you in me.” My entire body was one big string ready to snap. I bowed off the bed as he slid back, the suck and draw of his mouth having me nearly in tears.

  “Sorry. You’re so pretty, I just couldn’t help myself.”

  “You don’t sound sorry.”

  His low chuckle sent my asshole spasming. I gasped and writhed. He helped me roll onto my front and then dragged me back with a solid grip on my hips. I ended up on my knees. He bit at my asscheeks. My heart drummed so loud in my ears it nearly hurt. Hot breath landed on my hole.