"Do it and y'all aren't cops," said a Southern-accented third.
Todd andnotDave turned to the others. "I can't."
"I can," I sputtered. "If you want?"
Slow seconds ticked by, and his chiseled face stayed unreadable. Fear I think, but of what? Getting beaten up?Well, I need to make sure that doesn't happen.
Slowly, I lowered myself to the grimy floor, steadying my shaking hand. I unzipped his pants, the sound louder than Iexpected, revealing his white underwear already damp at the tip. With a long inhale, I took in more of his muggy male aroma.
After I pulled his underwear down, his length stood out hard.Wow.
Even with his jeans around his muscled legs, he could have shuffled back but didn't. Was it a message to go ahead?
He trembled as my tongue touched his tip. I never had a girl do this, but common sense gave me instructions. More of his manhood slipped inside, and it was as salty as I had read.
He leaked more into my mouth while his fingers dug into my hair. It wasn't long before his hips rocked back and then forward, grinding into me. Despite the crowd, it was justusas if the outside universe didn't exist.
His wallet began slipping from his pocket with each thrust. I shouted around his cock, pointing at the dim ground.
He didn't understand, but my muffled yelling took him out of his altered state. He stared down as if seeing me for the first time. "What am I doing? I'm not a… I can't do this," he whispered. "I'm getting married!"
***
"Married?" asked Kim again with narrowed eyes under bright-red punk hair. We still hadn't told him what happened.
"Or so I thought," said Todd. I didn't need our Alpha-Omega connection. His glare outside my vision was obvious.
"That day wouldn't have come, even if I hadn't… well, you know."
"There were better ways to have handled it, Mike."
"Maybe." It wasn't Omega submissiveness, but he was right. I kept it ambiguous so he wouldn't have a definite win and hold it over me.
"So, what happened?" asked Kim while my mate carried plates to the back kitchen for cleaning.
From the other room, he shouted, "Encyclopedia Brown tracked me down."
"Who?" asked Kim.
"A kid detective from old children's books," I explained and took a warm cup of tea from Todd.
After waiting for a thank you, my man continued. "Mister Teenage Detective decided there was a mystery to solve."
"Did he?" asked Kim.
"Oh yeah, and more than I wanted," said Todd.
***
Chapter Five
June 1969
Todd
Empty jail cells were lined up to the left, ready to take more prisoners. Across from a well-worn wooden desk sat my father in his grey sheriff's uniform. Behind thick, black glasses, he glared with pale blue eyes.
"I haven't found anything," I repeated. "I don't want to go to those bars anymore."
