“Good! And you should kick the awful alpha far away. Kick him in the balls,” Emmy growled. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
Aaren cheered up.
Closer to his lunch break, he texted Hades. Like he had predicted, the scent of food was now heavy on his clothes, drowning out the cherrywood that Hades had so carefully layered onto him in the car.
He snacked between cooking just in case there wasn’t time to eat. Who knew what Hades was planning?
Aaren squirmed, his insides fluttering.
This still felt like a dream.
Then it was time for his lunch break, and Aaren sent off a quick text.
“I’m taking my break now,” he told Olson.
Olson eyed him. “You look too excited for someone who’s just going to have lunch.”
Aaren blushed. “I don’t know what I’ll be eating.”
“Ugh!” Olson made a face. “I don’t want to know!”
Aaren’s phone buzzed, which saved him from having to reply.
ESC:Meet me at the back door.
“Back door. Hades,” Aaren said.
Olson pushed him away. “Ireallydon’t want to know.”
Aaren hurried to the back door, almost tripping over his own feet. Then he pushed open the door and actually tripped.
With a swoop of his stomach, he went down, arms flailing.
Strong arms caught him. His hand smacked against a bulge. His face landed against a solid chest, and his lungs filled with cherrywood.
“You smell good,” Aaren said into Hades’ chest. “I like your chest. It’s like muscly pillows for my face.”
Hades huffed. “Is that a pickup line?”
“It’s nowhere near as good as Emmy’s,” Aaren admitted. He pushed himself upright, only to hear Hades grunt.
“That’s not for... support, emotional or otherwise,” Hades said awkwardly.
Aaren looked down and found his fist wrapped around Hades’ bulge.
“Oh,” he said breathlessly.I’m holding his cock.“Is it going to cry if I hold it too hard?”
He still hadn’t let go. That bulge wasverybig and heavy in his hand.
Hades cleared his throat. “It may cry in its... own way. As much as I like you holding me there, we should move this... somewhere else.”
He carefully tried to pry Aaren’s hand off his bulge, even as it grew bigger.
Aaren moaned. “Oh gods. I can’t stop looking. Or thinking about you.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you, either.” Hades led Aaren to his car—parked away from the bar, and away from the streetlamps. Instead of bundling Aaren into the passenger seat, Hades nudged him into the backseat, and crowded in after him.
“Oh gods,” Aaren whispered as Hades shut the door, sealing them into this dark, tiny space. “I’ve never come so many times in a 24-hour period.”
