TAKING TERRY: MM Shifter MPREG Gay Romance (The Alpha To His Omega Book 1)

by Bonnar King

  “I would enjoy that very much… that would be awesome”, I said with a shocked expression. God, I sounded like such a dork. I should shut up before I ruin my chances with him.

  “Well, then it’s a date. Let’s finish up this interview. I have to get back out to the ranch at some point today,” he said, as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

  I nodded, not focused on anything else but what the man just said to me. The hours flew on by, but the only thing I could think about was what might happen next. Tucker had asked little old me out on a date, and I felt that my stroke of good luck was starting to become better and better with this incredible hunk of a man. I had written articles on relationships and how couples had met, but now I felt like those stories were finally becoming a reality in my own life.

  Chapter 5: Terry

  I found myself grinning endlessly at the thought of going on a date with Tucker. Not only was he incredibly hot and masculine, which was just my type, but he had charmed me, and although normally I wouldn’t be so flustered, there was something mysterious about him that made me feel excited.

  When I got to his ranch that Friday, I made sure to be timely. He grinned at me, stepping forward and extending his hand. He was dressed in a much smarter, black cowboy outfit with sexy matching cowboy boots. I couldn’t help feeling like a fan of a country singer because he certainly looked the part.

  “Well there, little buddy. You’re looking pretty damn hot tonight. Are you ready to get something to eat?” he asked.

  Hell yeah, I was ready to eat something, your cock!

  I thought to myself, but I had to use restraint. I hadn’t ever been called “little buddy” before. It could almost have been interpreted as an insult, but compared to him, I definitely was little, as he towered over me like a Greek God. He certainly made me feel like a prince because of the sweet way he talked to me and treated me.

  “Y-yes. I would love to,” I said with hesitation.

  We went to one of the country diners in town, a restaurant that served real wholesome food and not the fast food kind. I sat down, looking at him, but immediately seeing the other guys around us. Every single one was handsome, and in good shape, while here I was, skinny as a rail. While I normally didn’t care about how others looked, I felt a bit nervous as I looked around, because I wasn’t like any of the others in this plush cowboy diner. It seemed like this was where all the wealthy or famous people came to eat.

  “You don’t have to be scared or hold back. Get what you want to eat.” Tucker said to me, immediately pulling me out of my thoughts.

  I looked back nervously. “I’m not a big eater. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love food, but I just can’t eat a massive amount in one go like most guys can.”

  Tucker paused briefly, then flashed a smile my way. “You should do exactly what makes you happy, Terry. We can’t all be beasts like me. Sometimes, even I scare myself with how much food I can put away!”

  I smiled back meekly, blushing red. “Okay,” I said quietly, trying my best to keep my cool. I found it arousing that he seemed okay with me eating what I wanted, and in truth, I felt more confident as a result. He wasn’t going to try to make me something I clearly wasn’t.

  “I don’t mean to be forward, Terry, and I certainly mean no offense, but your type of body is what I really like. I love a guy with tight and toned body like you have,” he said with a smile.

  Immediately, he turned away, looking shameful as I tried to process that.

  “Wow. Okay. Thanks,” is all I managed to say because his words came as a surprise to me. Although a pleasant surprise.

  “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to come off as rude or creepy,” Tucker said.

  His words made me blush even more. I was flattered by the compliment, but laughing it off. I hadn’t ever received any compliments about my body. ‘Skinny’ or ‘thin’ was as close to a compliment that I’d ever received. Never ‘Tight’ or ‘toned’, unless it was my ass that was being described. However. I really liked his compliments, because they felt genuine, and not forced.

  “Thank you, Tucker. I’m flattered, really.” I replied.

  The food came fast, and I immediately felt excited. I was hungry, and this looked delicious. Tucker ordered a huge steak that looked like it could feed an entire family for a week. As we ate, Tucker kept looking over at me and smiling. We chatted about family, friends, careers, and where we grew up over the delicious food. I was rather shocked at how much food I had actually eaten, which was definitely not like me. The food must have either been world class or being with Tucker had caused me to lose track of how much food I had eaten. Either way, I was happy with both possibilities.

  As we sat there, enjoying each other's company. I felt so at ease talking to Tucker. He just had such a soothing, deep voice and the most interesting life. I was genuinely taken aback with him. I hadn’t ever met any guy that was as selfless and unaware of his own hotness. Absolutely no ego at all, and super attentive. He looked deep into my eyes when he talked to me and seemed very interested in my life.

  However, like all good things, it had to end, or least get interrupted when a tall, blond Greek God looking guy approached our table.

  “Hey Tucker, how are you?” said the man.

  “Oh hey, Joe. I’m doing well, what about you?” said Tucker.

  This blond bombshell seemed very full of himself. I knew it was rude of me to just judge a man without even knowing him, but I had seen his type before. Hell, I had dated guys like him before. God’s gift to all, with an air or arrogance about them. I could tell this, because he was looking at Tucker with hungry eyes, and totally ignoring me.

  “I’m well Tucker. I didn’t think you liked coming to this restaurant. Not really your scene, is it?” Asked Joe.

  Tucker smiled. “I don’t think you know what my scene is, Joe. Sure, I don’t normally come here, but I’m on a date tonight with my buddy Terry, here.”

  Joe didn’t look over when Tucker nodded in my direction. He was clearing not trying to acknowledge me.

  “Okay, Tucker. I’ll leave you to enjoy your dinner with your little buddy,” Joe said, with sarcasm in his voice as he walked away.

  I was in utter shock at the man’s lack of manners.

  I looked over at Tucker. “Little friend?”

  “Terry, I’m so sorry about that. That was so rude of him. I hope this hasn’t ruined our date,” said Tucker, with worry in his eyes.

  “Not at all. It’s not your fault if somebody wants to act like a jackass. Just tell me why do you even put up with that sort of behavior?” I asked, puzzled.

  “Ah, it’s a long story.”

  “I’d like to hear it,” I replied.

  “Well, I don’t think we have time for it, and I don’t want to talk about Joe

  “Come on. Now I’m super curious and need to know. It sounds juicy,” I said, as my journalistic instincts got the better of me. I immediately realized I was prying. “Actually, it’s not my place to ask. I’m sorry.”

  Tucker smiled. “No. I don’t mind. I’ll give you the cliff notes. Joe and I used to date, and it was Joe who helped me build the house. We also went into business together, and I still owe him some money from his side of the investment when we split up. So that’s why I have to keep the peace, but as soon as I pay him, I will be done with him.”

  I could see that Joe had angered Tucker, and I didn’t want this perfect dinner date to go south, so I changed the subject. It didn’t take long for us to get back on track and continue chatting the night away over some wine.

  Tucker ordered a cheesecake, which we shared. I at one point got a little of the whipped cream on my mouth, which Tucker was more than happy to use his hand to remove. He then dipped the finger in his mouth and eat the cream. I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to kiss him and taste him.

  Chapter 6: Tucker

  I knew I should have been the bigger man in this situation and just let it slide. Terry was such a sw
eet guy, trying his best to lighten my mood, but Joe’s words had stung. Just who the fuck did he think he was, talking to Terry like that, and being rude to us while we were on our date?

  I knew I should have just it go, but his words were eating away at me, and I had to give him a piece of my mind, but I didn’t want to lose my temper in front of Terry. I promised myself I’d only speak to Joe and not use any physical violence. I could still smell his stench, so I knew he was still in the restaurant.

  “Hey Terry, if you’d excuse me, I just need to use the restroom,” I said to Terry, as I got up to leave.

  “Sure, no problem. Just don’t ditch me and leave me here alone,” Terry joked.

  As I got up, I went into hunting mode and began to sniff out Joe. Ironically, his scent did lead me to the men’s room, which was where I said I was going. So technically, that made me not a liar when I told Terry where I was going.

  I could feel my blood pumping, and my adrenaline rising, because my body detected the possibility of a confrontation. I knew I had better control my rage, or I’d end up shifting into a wolf right here and now.

  As I entered the men’s room, the other men saw me and rushed out as fast as they could. Maybe they could see the rage in my eyes or maybe they were afraid of what might happen to them if they stayed. Even though I had vowed to leave my violence nature behind, I knew that there was a very real risk of that version of returning, so it was probably a good thing that they left the men’s room.

  At the end of the restroom, I saw Joe looking in the mirror, fixing his perfect hair, as always.

  “Couldn’t stay away from me, huh?” Said Joe, smiling at himself in the mirror.

  I rushed over to him and grabbed him by his shirt, and pinned him against the wall, growling at him. So much for not using violence. Something about seeing his self-entitled and smug look just pissed me the fuck off!

  “If you want me so badly, all you have to do was ask,” Joe laughed, while still being pinned against the wall by me.

  It took all my willpower to not put my fist, or even claws through his face.

  “Cut the shit, Joe. Why did you do that to Terry? I thought we had an agreement that we’d stay out of each other’s way?”

  “What agreement? As far as I know, you forfeited your rights to lay down the law when I took over the Wolfpack. You’re not our leader anymore, so I don’t have to listen to anything you have to say,” hissed Joe.

  “You know as well as I do, that we agreed to stay away from each other. And you don’t have to be an asshole to my date just because you’re a jealous bitch,” I barked.

  “Well, it’s hard to stay away from each other when you’re on my turf. And as for being jealous. Jealous of what, exactly? That skinny Twink in there with you? You think he will satisfy your needs, and give you what you need?” Joe asked, as he slowly pushed my hands away from him, and adjusted his shirt.

  “Joe, this is the exact sort of shit I’m talking. This part of town is neutral territory, and as for Terry. He’s more of a man that you’ll ever be. Sure, you and I had our fun, and it was good while it lasted, but it was a reckless and dangerous lifestyle. One that I don’t want to be part of again.”

  Joe looked at me and smiled. “We were good together, weren’t we? We were like Bonny and Clyde. Obviously, I was Clyde. We can be like that again, but we won’t have any room for your little Twink.”

  Joe’s attitude was starting to piss me off. I raised my fist to punch him.

  Joe raised his hands in protest. “Woah, Woah! Okay, okay, you can be Clyde. Jeez, you don’t have to be so sensitive about it. You know we both liked to give and take. We were versatile like that!”

  Joe knew how to get me worked up and what buttons to push. He knew that if I put my fists on him, he’d have an excuse to have me punished, maybe even attacked by his Wolfpack, which was once my own. He wasn’t worth getting mad it.

  “I don’t have time for your games, Joe. I’ll have your money next month, and then we’re done, for good. I never want to speak to you again,” I growled, as I walked away from Joe.

  “Sure thing, sweetie. Don’t forget to tip your waiter!” Joe yelled at me.

  Fuck that guy!

  Chapter 7: Terry

  Tucker insisted on paying the entire bill and tipping generously because he said it was his treat, and that he should pay as it was he who asked me out. I was more than willing to go Dutch because I didn’t usually like guys paying for dinner as it usually meant that they expected me to let them fuck me later. That was a form of prostitution that I wanted nothing to do with. However, on this occasion, I would be more than happy if my date with Tucker ended in sex. I should be so lucky—Tucker was probably too much of a gentleman to try it on the first date.

  After we left the restaurant, Tucker took me over to his car, sliding into the driver’s side and grinning at me.

  “Do you want to go to the barn? We can see the stars there from the open rooftop,” he offered.

  I nodded, trying my best to keep my cool, but the obvious bulge in his pants that I saw for a brief moment still lingering in my mind. Was he that turned on by me? I felt both honored and excited as well.

  My heart was racing, and my body’s heat was growing warmer with every passing moment.

  We made our way to the barn, and when we got there, I looked up. The stars lined across the roof of the barn, the small hole in the rafters put there on purpose.

  “This is beautiful,” I said, as I laid back.

  “Sure is. Just like you, Terry,” Tucker whispered.

  “I had fun tonight. Thank you,” I said.

  “You’re very welcome. I would take you out again, any time you want to,” he replied.

  “I’d love to,” I said, sounding super desperate and excited.

  Tucker smiled, but then his expression changed to that of concern.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  Tucker placed his hand on my cheek and then took a deep breath. “It’s just that you’re such a sweet guy, and I just know that I’ll say or do something to screw things up with you, and I really don’t want that to happen. I haven’t felt a connection like this with anyone ever before.”

  “You won’t ruin it. Stop being paranoid,” I said, smiling.

  “You don’t get it. I wanna be a nice guy to you because you definitely deserve it, but I have a part of me that is very dark,” Tucker said.

  What could he be so worried about? This was turning on me and exciting me.

  “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m sure I will understand,” I said to him.

  “I can’t do lovey-dovey relationship stuff. I mean, I can do relationships, and I want to be a nice guy, but I find that stuff too stale and boring. I love rough sex, dirty talk, and dominating guys. And I am worried because I don’t want to be that guy with you. I don’t want to scare you away.”

  I reached up and held his hand that was on my cheek. “I’ve seen it all, Tucker. You forget that I come from the big city, so nothing you say or do is ever going to be too extreme for me. And if it is, I’ll yell out my safe word, which is ‘cheesecake’.”

  Tucker laughed at my silly safe word, and I could see my words had comforted him.

  “So, are you going to kiss me now or not?” I teased.

  We moved closer to each other. Suddenly, I felt a sense of arousal as he got closer to me. Was he going to kiss me? Normally, I would accept just a kiss at the end of the night on a first date, but with this rugged and handsome cowboy, I would take that and so much more from him.

  Sure enough, he closed the gap between us, planting a kiss on my lips. I felt my deep desires come forward, my body growing hot, and I started to kiss him back, not stopping for anything, we locked lips and kissed passionately. His stubble felt so good against my skin. So much for swearing off all men and being single. If I was truthful to myself, this was what I had wanted from the very first moment I saw Tucker, and now that I had it, I wasn’t going to let it slip awa
y.

  “Take me, Tucker. Make me your little slut!” I said, looking deeply into his eyes.

  Tucker began to grope my body and kiss my neck, and it felt unfucking-believable. His strong, masculine scent put me in such a hypnotic daze. He started to kiss me more passionately, and soon I felt the small slip of a tongue into my mouth. I gasped, indulging in the feeling of his tongue as it started to explore my mouth, lightly touching and massaging against my own. Tucker put his hands around my upper leg and butt, then lifted me up as we kissed. He was so strong and able to lift me up with such ease, with his powerful arms.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck. His cock was right next to my own, and soon our clothed groins started to move against one another, the friction causing a spark to drive through my body, and the excitement between us to grow even more so.

  Moans escaped I as Tucker moved his lips down my neck. He then put me back down and began to unbutton my shirt, lightly caressing and touching the skin of my chest with his lips. He flicked his tongue lightly over my nipples, making me moan and whimper in excitement. With a swift move of his hands, my shirt was unbuttoned and ripped from my body, exposing my naked torso to him. Tucker’s hands were against my chest, squeezing my nipples with his huge, powerful, manly hands. A shiver of pleasure wafted over me as he let his fingers and tongue teased me. I cried out, my body wanting more, and he immediately listened to my actions, slipping his hand down my stomach, and into my pants, where he stroked my hard dick, while he kissed my neck.

  “Tucker, I want you so bad,” I whimpered.

  “I know. I want you to, Terry,” Tucker said, as he went on to start kissing my lips and neck again.