Page 28 of For What It's Worth
“Um, to whatever you asked?” That wasn’t the right answer. I could tell right away from the look on Jenson’s face. It was one I was familiar with from class, when he asked a review question and the student he called on got it wrong. I’d managed to not be on the receiving end of that look in class, so I needed a distraction. “Can I get another drink?”
“I think you’ve had plenty to drink tonight.”
“Too much,” Enzo added.
At that reminder, I realized I hadn’t paid for any of my drinks. I needed to find my wallet and close my tab.
“Where are you trying to squirm off to?” Jen asked, his hands wrapping around my waist to keep me from getting off him.
“I didn’t pay for my drinks.” Worst case scenarios started running through my thoughts: What if the bartender told Aidan, and he thought less of me? What if the bartender told the police, and then they thought I was a thief and had to put me in jail? Then I had to tell everyone I was an omega because that scenario would be too dangerous to hide my designation. “I don’t want to go to jail. I’ll starve. The food is notoriously bad.”
“Your bill is already settled, little bear. And no one is going to jail.” Okay. If Jenson said it, it must be true. Enzo would have lied just to comfort me.
Although, food sounded like a splendid idea.
“I’m hungry.”
“We’ll get you some food once Aidan finishes his closing routine,” Jen said.
Closing routine? “What time is it?” I didn’t feel tired, but that would make sense if I had a little nap.
“It’s not too late. Aidan kicked everyone out once you started—
“No,” I half-shouted, trying to pull out of Jenson’s grip. He tightened his hold on me, pressing our chests together so our noses were inches apart.
“Koda, what’s wrong? Use your words.”
“I didn’t get a number from Hannah.” I pushed against Jenson’s chest, momentarily distracted by the hard muscles under my hand, before returning to my need to find Hannah.
“She’s already gone, little bear. Now stop struggling to get away from me and maybe I’d tell you we gave Hannah your phone number so she can contact you later.”
It took a couple more shoves against Jen before his words managed to make sense. Without any more complaints, I sort of just sat still, contemplating what to do next, but I couldn’t get my thoughts to come into full ideas. Trying to focus on only one gave me a headache so I decided not to do that anymore.
“Are you tired, little bear? Why don’t you lean against me and shut your eyes?” Jen asked.
I wasn’t tired but I also wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to lean against Jenson. Touch was definitely the love language in this pack, and I had to admit, I was soaking up the attention.
Leaning my head on Jen’s shoulder, I felt his hand press into my back like he wanted us to be closer than chest to chest, stomach to stomach. Obliging him was my pleasure. I used my hands, braced on his shoulders, to drag my knees up his thighs, wanting our hips to touch, but a bump stopped my hips from fully meeting his. A pained groan came from Jenson.
“Did I hurt you?” Embarrassment caused me to whisper.
“No, little bear,” he said, his voice a whisper to match mine. “It felt good.”
“Oh.”
The idea of making Jen feel good was exciting. A vague memory tried pushing to the front of my mind, but I didn’t want to deal with a headache while trying to work another groan from Jen. I strained my thighs, hovering slightly and rubbing my core over the slightly raised portion in Jenson’s pants. My alpha groaned, but I only made two more passes before hands gripped my hips, stopping me from moving.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pouting my bottom lip.
“I could ask you the same question, little bear.” Jenson’s calm voice had a slight strain to it that made me smile. I inhaled deeply and caught his scent tinted with arousal. All signs pointed to Jen finding me attractive, and that knowledge had tingles appearing in my stomach.
“Let go, Jen.” I slid my fingers down from his shoulders until they pressed against his hip bones. Slowly, I started rotating my hips again, watching his face closely to catch every reaction.
The hardness under me somehow got longer and harder, pressing perfectly against me. I put more pressure against him, loving the way he felt against my pussy. But I wanted more. I wanted the clothes between us to disappear so I could feel his cock rub against me. I wanted to feel the burn in my thighs as my muscles worked to ride Jen’s cock. I moaned at the illicit ideas, my imagination provoking my lust.
My hands worked at the behest of my pussy. I grabbed Jen’s wrists, pressing his hands against my breasts. His fingers immediately tightened, and I groaned at the sensation, grinding harder against him. He moved his hands, running his thumbs over my nipples, gentle tracing the hardening points over my shirt.
Every breath told me that Jen’s arousal was getting stronger and stronger until every inhale—pant—was more of him than oxygen.