Hades flashed a quick smile and nuzzled him, purring in his ear. “Yes. I’ll give you a couple of good orgasms, then take you to work. How does that sound?”
“Please,” Aaren said.
13
THE TOPLESS ALPHA FIGHT CLUB
Later,after Hades had bent Aaren over the counter and massaged his prostate ‘til he screamed, after Hades had deposited a load into Aaren and cleaned him up, he drove Aaren to the Wine Shack.
“I’ll be here a little earlier, but I won’t see you ‘til your lunch break,” Hades said, kissing Aaren over the center console of his car.
Aaren pouted. “Why? Will you be doing your work in the bar?”
“Naw. I’m meeting my Brothers for some training. Might not even step inside, to be honest.”
Aaren sagged and stopped himself from kicking his feet. “Do you want me to make you some food?”
“Just focus on your shift. I’ll be fine.”
The thought of Hades being so close and yet so far... “I’m going to be daydreaming about you,” Aaren blurted.
Hades’ gaze grew warm. “I’m happy to hear that. But I’d much rather you focus on your work, sweetheart. I don’t want Olson toget mad at you.” He slid his hand up Aaren’s thigh, cupping his bulge. “Want me to bring you something for your lunch?”
Aaren cheered up. “Something that’s not burgers and fries?”
“Sure. What would you like? Fancy ramen? Curry? Thai? Pasta?”
“Ramen!” Aaren wriggled. “Um, from Wy’s? With the pork bone broth. I don’t know if they’re open that late.”
“I’ll call and ask.” Hades grinned, nuzzling Aaren’s cheek. “Maybe you can think about what you’re going to buy with that card.”
“Oh!” Hades’ credit card. Aaren’s heart skipped. Now that he had seen Hades’ kitchen, he had a better idea of what hedidn’tneed to buy, since Hades already owned it. “Maybe some books and nice clothes?”
“Mmm. You’ll have to show me when you try the clothes on.”
Hades’ expression said those clothes wouldn’t stay on for long at all. Aaren shivered.
“Get going before my hands start wandering again,” the alpha murmured, pressing another kiss to Aaren’s lips.
Aaren returned the kiss, sneaking his hand between Hades’ legs for a quick squeeze. Then he darted out of the car, laughing when Hades swatted his ass.
“I’ll be good!” Aaren said. He almost tripped on the way to the bar’s back door. Hades cursed up a storm in the car. When Aaren finally reached the Wine Shack, he waved. “See! No injuries!”
Hades gave a thumbs up. Aaren slipped into the bar, and Hades drove off.
The Wine Shack was always quiet when Aaren began his shifts—he had to prep the ingredients so he wouldn’t be scrambling when the orders came in. He dropped his backpack in his locker and skipped out to the bar where Olson was.
“I’m here!” Aaren gave Olson a quick hug from behind.
“Someone’s perky today,” Olson said dryly. “You smell like you’ve been thoroughly claimed.”
“Oh,” Aaren said dreamily. “He claimed me so many times.”
Immediately, Olson backpedaled. “You don’t have to describe each and every time. Go! Get cooking!”
“But he made me come so many times!” Aaren said.
“You go, Aaren!” Emmy cheered from the other side of the counter. “Show him who’s boss!”
