Love at Blind Date Complete Series: Books 1-4

by Lorelei M. Hart

  From the corner of my eye I noticed him inhale the brandy’s aroma and turn toward me. “Fess up,” he said.

  Jesus, is he a mindreader? I glanced down at my crotch wondering if he’d seen the outline of my stiff dick, but my lower half was in shadow. “I… it wasn’t… how did you…?”

  He gave me an odd look. “I didn’t pay attention to your like and dislike. No, what I should say is I heard them but didn’t take them in, if you know what I mean. Tell me what they were.”

  “They were lame.” That was no exaggeration. They were, but I’d given them no thought after I’d listened to Jason’s voice.

  “Tell me or do I have to check my phone?”

  “I like getting up early and watching the city wake up as I stand right here, and I hate being late.”

  He leaned on the railing, both hands clasping the snifter, and gazed at the river. “I’ve witnessed the second one. You were kinda irritated when we met last night.”

  “Yeah, sorry about that.”

  He lowered his voice and the husky undertones had my body tingling. “And I’d very much like to see the first.”

  “What?”

  Uncertainty clouded his voice. “But if I’ve misunderstood, I apologize.”

  “You want to stay the night?” I took a step toward him. “With me?” I needed him to spell it out.

  He took another swig of brandy. “Yes, but…”

  I outstretched my arm and pulled him toward me. “Not buts. I was summoning the courage to ask you.” I released my grip. “No, sorry, there is one but.”

  He peered at my ass and smirked. “And a very nice one it is.”

  God, he was gorgeous. “But…” I paused. “I have to be honest. I’m not looking for anything serious right now. Doing the blind date was a favor to the app designer.” I left out that he was my brother. Too much information.

  He hesitated. Say yes. Or say no if you want more than that. But I’d like you to say yes. But if he agreed, would I have the strength to say goodbye to him in the morning? “That’s okay. I’d love something more, but if that’s all you can give right now…”

  I took his glass and put both it and mine on the coffee table. I yanked him close so my engorged cock was pressed against him. “I’m so turned on.”

  “Me too,” he gulped.

  My hand slid over his butt and squeezed. “Mmmm.”

  Jason ground his hips against me, and my cock almost exploded. I ran my tongue around his lips, enjoying the sweetness of the brandy that mingled with his own unique tanginess. He panted while I trailed a finger along his jaw and back to his mouth. But he stuck out his tongue, flicked my finger, and bit down hard.

  “Ouch!” Pain and pleasure combined as I nibbled his ear and whispered, “We need to take this inside.” After dragging him into my bedroom, I studied the bed. My head wanted this to be fast, but my heart cautioned to take it slow, so I slumped into an armchair, my legs spread wide apart.

  “Is that how we’re doing it? In the chair?” he smirked.

  Putting a finger to my lips, I shushed him. “Much as I love that suit, I want to see you take it off.”

  He raised a brow, and it took all my self-control not to throw him on the bed and fuck him senseless. A wicked grin crept over his face, and my hand went to my cock and rubbed it.

  “Hey,” Jason whispered. “No touching. You wanted to watch, fine.”

  “But…”

  “Promise?”

  I gave in. “Fuck! You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?”

  “You bet.” He tossed off his jacket before undoing his tie and flinging it at me. I caught it and wound it around my hand as he slowly undid the buttons on his crisp white shirt. One. Two. A sliver of flesh appeared but his fingers lingered over the next button.

  “What are you waiting for?” My ragged voice was little more than a whisper, and I was tempted to unzip my fly and grab my dick.

  He blew me a kiss, and with his shirt unbuttoned, he made quick work of the belt and dropped his pants to the floor where they puddled at his feet. Beads of sweat trickled over my cheek and heat radiated from every pore when I studied the prominent bulge outlined under his briefs.

  I sat on the edge of the seat, both hands clutching the arms of the chair. Jason licked around his mouth and whispered, “Is this what you wanted?”

  “More. Please.”

  “Oh, you mean this?” He slipped a finger inside his underwear, and I whimpered as he palmed his length. That should be me with my hand on him.

  “Come on, you gotta give me a little something,” I pleaded.

  He turned around and wriggled his cute ass and then yanked his briefs to his knees. I ran my fingers through my hair while silently begging him to face me. Instead, he leaned forward onto the mattress and shoved his butt high in the air. His cheeks were glistening with slick, and I jumped up and yelled, “Enough.”

  Jason giggled and glanced over his shoulder, giving me a come-hither look. I slammed into him, and he wriggled his slippery wet ass over my crotch. I slid both hands over his hips. One grabbed his dick while the other raked over his scalp and tugged at his tousled hair. I pulled his head back so it rested on my shoulder. “You have no idea what you’ve done,” I growled.

  “You’re wrong, Rex.”

  Those words had me pulling off his shirt and sinking my teeth into his shoulder. He yelped, and I kissed his skin. “Before I bury my cock in you, tell me why you didn’t really listen to my like and dislike.” I had to find out before we went any further.

  “You want me to say it now?” His voice sent a message to my stiff cock and it squirmed inside my pants.

  “Yes.”

  “Because I didn’t need to. You chose me based on what I’d said and that was enough. Now shut up and get naked.”

  74

  Jason

  “I need your knot,” I cried out over my shoulder as Rex kneeled behind me, teasing my slick hole. Enough with the foreplay. I’d been ready for him since before we agreed to get naked—I needed him to fill me and make me come.

  “Say it again,” his voice deepened, his fingers sliding in and out of me as he spoke. “Tell me how needy you are.”

  I wiggled my ass, pushing back against him, “So needy, alpha. Give me your knot.”

  He slowly removed his finger, and I let out a whimper unbidden. “I’ve got you, omega.” He held my hips. “You beg so sweetly, how could I not take care of your needs.” He slammed into me in one smooth motion, and I let my head fall to the bed. Bliss. It was sheer and utter bliss.

  “Yes…” I moaned. “Yes.”

  He slowly began to move, increasing with speed with each trip.

  “You feel incredible,” he praised as he continued to buck into me. “So fucking incredible.”

  “I need…”

  “Tell me what you need, Jason.”

  “To kiss you.” It was the antithesis of a one-night-stand request. Kissing was so much more intimate than fucking, so when he pulled out of me completely, it was no surprise. Sucky? Yes. But not a surprise.

  “Never mind,” I mumbled.

  “Roll over, omega.” I rolled over and his lips were on mine, his body pressed against mine, our erections snug together between us, and his hands cupping my face. My gods.

  “Is that what you needed?” he asked as our lips broke and we caught our breath, “or do you need more?”

  “More...yes...all of it…” Complete sentences were just not happening.

  “I can do more.” He pushed himself up and off of me, tapping my legs to move in the position he wanted, and lining himself up with my aching hole. Yes. “I can’t wait to get back inside you, to fuck you until you can’t hold back your orgasm anymore and then fill you with my knot. How does that sound, omega?”

  “Now!” I begged, and he lined himself up and fed me his cock so slowly I wasn’t sure if I could hold back my climax long enough for him to get fully seated.

  He leaned forward and kissed me u
ntil I could no longer think, our bodies moving in sync, his warmth, his scent, his everything enveloping me until all I could do was feel. As his hand reached between us and wrapped itself around my cock, I let go, his touch enough to have me spurting my cum between us as he called out my name, his knot filling me so completely I was in nirvana. He collapsed onto me, our bodies a pile of sweat and stickiness, both catching our breaths and allowing the moment to just be.

  We’d have time to clean up, to say the words that would break the spell, later. For now? Now we had this.

  I rolled over and looked, expecting to see Rex, instead finding his spot empty.

  He’s watching the city wake up.

  I smiled as I stretched, my body deliciously sore from our times together the night before. I climbed out of bed and padded off to the bathroom for a quick stop, slipping on my boxer briefs as I went out to the terrace which I found completely empty.

  “Rex?” I called out.

  No reply.

  I tried a little bit louder.

  Nothing.

  I wandered back into the apartment.

  No one.

  He was gone. Not a word, just gone.

  Maybe he went out to get breakfast.

  I tried to convince myself, but failed. He left. He woke up with a case of the morning-after blues and didn’t want a confrontation. I got it. I did. He didn’t know me well enough to know I wouldn’t have been an ass. Although, from an outsider's perspective, his running off was dangerous given all the beautiful pieces he had in his home.

  Ha, but like any of the guys before me would’ve known that.

  My stomach clenched at the thought of another omega warming his bed which was stupid. We’d said nothing serious, and I hadn’t even known him until the other day. Of course he had brought other people up here. He was only human.

  Then why did it have to hurt?

  Maybe he had been right to leave and save us both the awkward good-byes with false hopes of a future time together.

  I wandered back into the bedroom and put on my clothing, a piece of paper on his pillow catching my eye.

  I got so wrapped up into our evening together I nearly forgot about my morning flight. You looked so peaceful I couldn’t bring myself to wake you. Raincheck on watching the city wake up? I’ll be back in four weeks—two for work and two on vacation. Maybe we can talk? You have my number.

  ~Rex

  He’d left...without saying good-bye...for four weeks.

  Maybe this one-night stand slash casual thing hadn’t been such a good idea. I wasn’t built for them.

  At least he didn't say something about it not being me. That might have been too much. I left the note right where it was and walked out to the foyer where I pressed the button for the elevator. At least I didn’t need a keycard to go down. I climbed in and pressed one, watching the vase in the corner as the doors slowly shut. It was better this way. If I was this upset after one almost date and one actual date, imagine what it would’ve been like if we had spent any real time together.

  The elevator opened up not in the garage, but a grand lobby, and I stepped out onto the marble floors, my shoes making a small click as I made my way to the front entrance where a doorman wished me a good day as he held the brass and glass door open for me. I half-expected the guy to tell me I didn’t belong and hoped the aroma of sex wasn’t wafting off me.

  I said goodbye to a world I wasn’t part of. Yeah. It was better this way.

  75

  Rex

  This was lousy timing, but I had planned a month ago to oversee my company’s numerous projects across the country before beginning my vacation. I hadn’t taken a proper holiday since branching out on my own. Two weeks of sun, sand, and solitude were very much needed after 14 days of crisscrossing the country.

  During the first few days I was away, Colin badgered me about my date, though most of his initial questions were about the actual app. But as he’d held my hand through the whole process, there was nothing I could tell him. Ask Jason, I’d messaged him.

  Jason the tailor, Keith’s friend and employer? was his response.

  Yes to the first and no idea about the second. Warning bells went off in my head thinking the whole Jason thing was a set-up. But Colin had given me his word that it wasn’t, and I trusted my brother.

  I met him with Keith. He seemed nice. How was the date? he asked

  Don’t start. But that was the worst thing to say to my little bro.

  The phone rang. “Give me the deets,” he insisted.

  “Wasn’t it you who claimed to be a professional?”

  “Yes. Not claimed to be. I am. This is my livelihood,” he retorted.

  “Well, a professional wouldn’t be asking personal questions, so back off.”

  Colin sighed. “Touchy, touchy. I’m guessing it didn’t go well.”

  “Why do you say that?” Had Keith said something?

  “You’re cranky.”

  “I’m annoyed because my brother is trying to worm information out of me.” I added, “And don’t go asking your old school buddy, Keith.”

  “Shit.”

  “You forget how well I know you, Colin.”

  “Did you invite him back to see your pottery?”

  Damn! He knew me inside out as well. “You make it sound sleazy.”

  “You did! Oh my God! Did you sleep together? Was it good? How many times did you… you know? Did he stay the night? Have you two spoken since then?” Colin was out of breath by the time he’d finished.

  “I’m hanging up now, and Colin, if you tell our parents, I’ll kick your ass.”

  I stared around my hotel room. It had all the amenities I needed except one thing. Company. And not just anyone. One omega in particular.

  I’d gone on that date expecting very little. In a way, I’d gone hoping to prove that listening to someone talk about something they liked and hated was not the beginning of a lifelong love.

  But I’d gotten more than I’d bargained for. I met a man who was smart and sexy on the one hand, so both my cock and my brain were on high alert. But being with him was comforting as though we’d known one another in a previous life. That’s so corny. I didn’t need to pretend. I could be me with all my flaws. Well, I’d keep a few hidden at the beginning. No need to scare him.

  It’d been three days since I’d left Jason sleeping in my bed, and I felt bad rushing off. A scribbled note and a sentence saying how much I’d enjoyed our night together was bad form, but I hadn’t wanted to wake him at five in the morning and toss him out into the street. I’d considered doing it just to see those beautiful blue eyes again.

  Did he wake up grumpy until he’d had his first cup of coffee like me? Or was he chirpy and annoying as soon as the sun came up, similar to my former college roommate?

  I might never find out. Maybe it’s for the best that I’m out of town. My schedule was set up weeks in advance, and I couldn’t put my life on hold because of one evening of intimacy. A perfect night. I’d lain awake watching Jason sleep, both amazed and horrified when a vision of him being there every morning flashed through my head.

  As I flicked through the lousy TV choices the hotel offered, I thought about contacting him but in my haste to delete a contractor’s contact details—one who’d done crappy work and I’d never use again—I’d also accidently deleted Jason’s information from my phone. I no longer have his goddamn phone number. He had mine. I stared at the stupid dating app for the hundredth time. Why was it so damn complicated? Truth was, it probably wasn’t. It was me. I was an idiot. I threw the phone on the bed and headed for the shower.

  But as I stood under a stream of warm water and my hand slid to my dick, the distinctive sound of my phone ringing penetrated the pounding in my ears. It could be work in which case they’d phone back, email, or leave a message. Or it might be him. No. Yes. Maybe.

  I leapt out of the shower, tripped over my own feet and slammed into wet tiles. “Shit!” God that hurt. I imagined the
bruises that would show up in a few hours as I hurled myself out of the bathroom and dived onto the bed just as the ringing stopped.

  “God fucking damn!”

  I stared at the unknown number debating whether to call back. It could have been anyone? The front desk asking if I wanted more towels. Big emergency! My trembling finger hovered over the screen when the phone pinged. One word. Hi.

  I studied it, half-expecting a secret message to be hidden amongst those two letters.

  It’s Jason.

  Yes! I assumed he wasn’t about to tell me he’d made off with half my stuff and actually wanted to have a conversation. After gazing at the messages trying to determine if they meant, “That was fun but I don’t think we should see one another again,” or “I had a great time,” I replied with Hi. Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up.

  It was a little weird but I get that work comes first was his reply.

  That didn’t tell me how he felt about us—if there was such a thing. We were both apparently hoping the other one would show his hand by avoiding any talk of the future. As I was the one who’d said I wanted to keep things casual, I had to alpha up. Casual didn’t mean a one-night stand. Right? It was just nothing serious.

  What was there to lose other than my pride? I’d like to see you again when I get back.

  Me too.

  I flung myself back on the bed and hugged the phone to my chest. It was so dumb to get excited about two little words. Colin would give me shit if he could see me because I was such a hard-ass when it came to business.

  The phone beeped again. But this is still a casual thing, right?

  And there it was. The messiness of relationships. And I was no longer sure. If I answered, “Yeah,” was I trying to have my cake and eat it too? Possibly.

  I tried honesty. That was my idea but I really enjoyed being with you. I was being lame again. A middle school kid could have said it better.

  Help me out here, Jason said. We hardly know one another apart from sharing a meal and a bed! Do you want my company or just a fuck-buddy?