Page 2 of A Farmer’s Guide To Gamers

“Was your dad a boxer? Because damn you’re a knockout,” he said as he stopped in front of me, voice husky and breathless, eyes no longer staying at the gentlemanly range.

“Come on, alpha,” I said with a low chuckle, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him the rest of the way through the door.

He was the most unexpected hookup and I was dying to see where this night was going to take me.

The alpha kicked off of his shoes and I stepped closer, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His Adam's apple bobbed as he watched, lips slightly parted, but scent swelling out to tell me just how turned on he was.

My body responded, slick dampening my underwear and scent sweetening. His eyes widened just a fraction, another hint of surprise. He was too sweet for words and, apparently, I had a bit of a sweet tooth tonight.

Pulling his shirt out of his pants, I finished unbuttoning them and pushed it off his shoulders. He didn’t have much muscle at all and I was a tiny bit surprised that it wasn’t a turn off. Maybe it was shallow but I was used to more rugged country boys.

When I went for his pants he stopped me. His fingers were slightly sweaty, but not horribly, as he laced his fingers with mine.

“I, umm… I feel like there’s something I need to⁠—”

“Do you have an omega?” I asked, one eyebrow arching as I gently shook some of my long, blonde hair out of my face.

“No!” he responded vehemently. “No, it’s nothing like that. I just⁠—”

“What is going on in that mind of yours, alpha?” I purred, stepping closer to brush my breasts against his bare chest, not thinking about the fact I was scent-marking him. My omega liked that idea. “Are you changing your mind?”

He swallowed hard and shook his head hard enough I thought his glasses were going to fly off.

“No, never.”

“Then get your pants off and follow me to my bedroom.”

I gently pulled my hand out of his hold and brushed his chest before seductively stepping away from him and crooking my finger to tell him to follow me.

He stumbled around, following me down the hallway into my bedroom as if he were in a trance.

The bedroom was a bit of a mess but I didn’t think it was too bad. My flowery patched quilt was spread across the bed lazily, with soft yellow sheets crumpled underneath. Piles of orange, green, and yellow pillows were piled up around the bed with soft curtains left open and the windows cracked slightly since I couldn’t sleep without a cool breeze on my skin.

The alpha looked around when he came in, noticing the many plants, fairy lights, and random things around my room before focusing on me.

He looked nervous, red still warming his skin and I came up, running my hands up his chest to wrap them around his neck as I stood on my tiptoes.

Maybe a pickup line from me would help him calm down because even with the nerves I could tell he was happy to be here.

“Do you have a name or can I call you mine?” I teased as I stepped back, unhooking my bra and letting my breasts spill free.

Was that drool on his lips? He drank me in, his eyes darkening as he took me in. Maybe there was some typical alpha in there after all.

“Was that a pickup line, omega?” he teased back, sounding far more put together than he looked.

“Maybe. Did it work?” He grinned as he unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down his hips, taking his boxers with it. Despite his lack of bulkiness, his cock was all alpha and I clenched my thighs together at the knot already swelling.

It had been far too long.

“Is… is there anything you don’t want me to do?” he asked, suddenly serious. Fuck, this alpha was killing me slowly tonight. I wasn’t used to them being such gentlemen. Once they had the green light they usually barged ahead.

“No, outside of using a condom,” I said.

“I have that covered,” he promised, pulling a small strip of foils out of his back pocket and depositing them on the edge of the bed. The nerves were back again, his next words stammered out. “Would it change your mind if I told you I don’t have experience?”

“None?” I asked, shocked. But then again with the pickup lines and red face, I shouldn’t be too surprised.

“No,” he admitted. He faced me head on, no shame in his words, simply checking in. “But I’ve done research. I’ll do my best to make it good for you. Just tell me if I do something you don’t like.”