Alphahole (Alphahole Roommates 1)

“It sure is,” he whispers against my lips and then he’s rubbing his nose sweetly against the tip of my nose.

“You’re gonna be mine forever.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and keep moving up and down. I’m going to get rug burn. Then again, Aiden gives me rugburn regularly --- at work, at home here in San Diego, at the other apartment in New York City when we’re there… almost as soon as it heals, I’m getting it again. My knees are willing to take one for the team.

“Forever and ever.” I suck on his neck hard.

“Mm, you’re gonna leave a mark,” he mutters, picking up the pace, gripping my hips as a way to move me.

“Good. You get this ring to mark I’m yours. Until you’ve got a ring on your finger, I’ll have to keep my mark on your neck, so people know you’re mine.”

“You want a big wedding that takes a year to plan with all sorts of red tape and seating arrangements and fights with our parents over roast beef versus roasted chicken and shit like that or you wanna do a destination wedding, say, next week on a beach? Then you’ve got your ring on my finger. Though… I’m okay with the hickies, too.”

“Huh?”

“Whoever comes comes, and we get married with your little toes in the sand and have a huge party?”

“Next week?” I laugh. “That’s crazy talk.”

“So…” he slows down and looks into my eyes. “You’d rather the big wedding? Whatever you want peaches, I’ll give it to you.”

“I love the idea of next week on a beach, Aiden. As long as all our family and our closest friends can come.”

“I knew you would,” he says, still moving inside me, his eyes gentle and on me. That’s why I already booked it.”

The End