Page 24 of Always Hiding
CHAPTER 12
Rio smelled like cherrypie and desire as he passed by me in the kitchen. He’d just made it home from his first date with Madeline, and it took everything in me not to corner him and demand every single detail. All week I'd been busy with campaign events, fundraising, and just the general stressors of the election, and all week all I had wanted to do was be around Madeline with her plump lips and brown eyes. I’d even had a few vivid dreams about her and her scent, which wasn’t like me. I was not the kind of man to fixate on things like this, it wasn’t in my nature. But the urge to bombard Rio’s date so that I could watch the two objects of my desires interact and flirt had been strong. So I’d busied myself by reorganizing all of the kitchen cabinets and tried not to think too much about it.
I wanted to press my nose to Rio’s skin where his cedar scent mingled with Madeline’s cherry and use my tongue to lick it off of his skin, but instead I just asked: “Did you have a good date?”
Rio’s smile was the happy kind of dazedness that a man could only get when he’d had an epic first date. I was jealous of Rio, and simultaneously I was jealous of Madeline. Either way my cock was hard and it had everything to do with the both of them.
“You better watch out for him, Rio,” Marcus called from where he had been reading on the couch. “He’s been on a real tear since you left for your date.”
“I have not.” I growled at the other alpha who just raised his eyebrows at me.
“Really? So reorganizing the whole bloody kitchen should be called what, then?”
I didn’t have a good answer for him, so I just slid my hand into Rio’s and tugged him towards the hallway.
“Have fun!” I heard Marcus call from behind us followed by a rumbling chuckle.
My bedroom was the last door on the left, and I pulled Rio inside before shutting the door behind us.
“Tell me about the date,” I demanded as I tugged the sweater that he was wearing up and exposed the white undershirt that he was wearing.
“Well,” Rio started breathlessly as he let me acost him. “We went to the aquarium like you suggested—great pick by the way—she loved all of the fish. Then I took her to Divya’s place and we ate...”
Rio trailed off with a sharp inhale as my hands slid up underneath his shirt and his abdomen jumped beneath my fingers.
“Yeah? And then what happened?” I asked, sliding my hands in between the firm muscles and up to one of his nipples, which pebbled underneath my fingertips.
“And then she kissed me goodnight.” As if remembering it, Rio’s tongue darted out and he licked his lips. Without thinking, my lips crashed into his in a rough, teeth clacking kiss, like I could pull Madeline’s taste from his lips by sheer force of will. Her scent was strongest around his mouth, and I inhaled deeply. The combination of Rio’s cedar, and Madeline’s cherry was a dizzying head rush that made my cock harden painfully in my pants.
“You still smell like her.” I murmured against his mouth.
Rio looked surprised. “I’m jealous that you can still smell it. What I wouldn’t give to have the same sense of smell as you.”
I was jealous too, but for different reasons. “Are you two going to go on a second date?” I gripped the hem of the undershirt and pulled it over his head.
“Yeah, but she wants to plan it this time though.” Rio said with a nod as he began to unbutton the dress shirt I was wearing. “You know, you could probably score your own date if you wanted to.”
I wanted to, but Mortie had filled my schedule for the next month so completely that I was probably going to be in Sacramento most of the time. Usually, I was raring to go. To attend any and all fundraisers and events that I could to put myself out in front of people, so that they knew who I was and would vote for me come the primaries next June.
I had been given the nickname of the tireless politician during my time on The Hill in Washington DC. It had irritated my older colleagues who, in my opinion, spent far too much time skating by and getting re-elected for doing the bare minimum.
Now, however, I wanted to throw a fit like a six year old and demand a weekend off so that I could take a pretty girl on a date. I was sure, if I did that, Mortie would tell me to pull my head out of my ass and focus on the election.
Rio must have seen my face fall, because he pressed soft kisses to my nose, chin, and lips. “Hey, we’ll figure it out some time. I think she’d really like you too.”
Now that I was back out of my spiraling thoughts, I grinned at Rio. “You just continue to butter her up to us, and maybe one day she’ll be here in between us.”
Judging by the heat that flared to life in his dark eyes, Rio liked that idea.
Rio gripped either side of my open dress shirt, and pulled me towards the bed. “You want on top tonight?” He asked, knowing me too well.
We switched off most of the time, but I loved pushing him into the sheets while I listened to the muffled moans that I wrung out of him.
“Top.” I growled, and pushed him down. Rio went willingly, bouncing on the bed when he landed.
“Undress.” I ordered, and left him there, heading into the ensuite bathroom. Grabbing our favorite lube from one of the drawers, I took a minute to quickly undress in order to give Rio a minute to do the same. By the time I strode back into the bedroom, Rio was already lounging naked on the bed propped up on his elbows.
At some point, he’d dimmed the bedside table lamps so that the room was bathed in a low, golden glow. Rio loved to create ambiance in order to set the mood.