Kade smirks, meeting his eyes. “Get out there. I’m waiting.”
Felix squirms as he pushes his feet under himself, his cock thick in his pants. As he leaves, Kade reaches down to stroke himself.
He’ll be waiting for when Felix gets back. And when his omega returns, Kade will test just how well he can keep his voice down.
The second time they fuck in the store, Susan is at the counter, and Kade has to clamp his hand over Felix’s mouth, holding him down while he plows into Felix’s ass.
The third time they fuck, it’s on a night shift, and Kade sits under the counter, Felix grinding against him until the next customer shows up.
The fourth time, Felix is bent over restocking a back aisle, and Kade tugs his pants down without even greeting him, before pushing all the way inside. Felix grows hard in seconds.
The fifth time, Susan walks in on them in the bathroom, Felix on his knees, and she rolls her eyes, closing the door behind her.
The sixth time, Kade bends Felix over the counter, keeping an eye on the cars outside, and Felix comes all over the floor.
The seventh time, Rick walks in, and they freeze.
They’ve built a system by now: Kade checks the storefront and the cars at the pumps, and Felix will stop him if it’s a bad time.
And this instance is the same: Kade steps in when Felix walks out of the backroom, adjusting his pants.
“Thinking of me?” Kade asks, smirking.
Felix grins. “If I was?”
Kade crowds into his space, cupping him through his jeans, and it takes just three squeezes before Felix is hard, his cock thick against Kade’s hand.
“No one at the pumps,” Kade growls, stepping behind his omega. He pulls Felix’s pants open, letting his cock jut out at the snack aisle. Then he hitches Felix’s waistband down, exposing his pale, smooth ass. “Get me hard.”
Felix groans, slipping his thin hand past Kade’s waistband. His cool fingers wrap around Kade’s cock. Kade unzips his own jeans, so Felix eases his cock out, stroking him base to tip.
With an eye on the glass doors, Kade pulls his omega to himself, sliding between his cheeks, pushing his cock between Felix’s thighs. They watch as its tip nudges at Felix’s balls, pushing them up. “Don’t tease,” Felix says.
So Kade bends him over next to the end-cap of the shelves, sliding in halfway, then pulling out just to hear Felix whine. Then he shoves back in, and Felix shudders, his body opening around Kade’s cock.
Kade walks them closer to the door, Felix shuffling in front of him, dripping onto the floor. Kade anchors him by the hips, edging them past the candy aisle, to the snack aisle, then the muffin aisle, seeing how far they can get to the door before someone steps in.
Except Felix whines when Kade fucks in, and Kade’s attention fixes on him. He wants to hear that sound again. So he pinches Felix’s nipples, angling his hips differently, shoving in. Felix cries out.
Something moves at the door. Kade stills, his breath rushing through his nose, and Rick steps into the store. His nostrils flare.
They’ve been lucky so far, avoiding the manager when they fuck. Until now. And Kade finds that he doesn’t care. The bastard has been calling Felix names, crawling under Kade’s skin, and it’s about damn time something changed.
Their eyes meet over the shelves—Rick’s narrowed, Kade’s taunting. Felix straightens in a hurry, red sweeping up his face.
So Kade thrusts into him. Felix makes a little mewling sound, his cock jumping hot against Kade’s hand.
“What the everloving fuck,” Rick spits, his eyes bulging out. He stares from Kade to Felix, to their joined hips, and his lips twist in a sneer. “I always knew you two made a good pair. A slut and a measly alpha.”
Kade growls. Maybe they were asking for it, doing this in the store, but he refuses to let Felix hear any more of Rick’s crap. When Felix presses against him, his face paling, Kade slides his arms around him.
“You’re not,” Kade murmurs in his ear. But Felix’s eyes are fixed on his manager. Kade slips out of him, tucking his bondmate back into his clothes. More loudly, he says, “He’s my omega. If I want to fuck him, then I’ll fuck him, your store be damned.”
Like a tiger, Rick prowls toward them, his face turning puce. “This is my store,” he snarls, elbows knocking wrapped muffins to the floor. “I didn’t hire that whore to spread his legs! Especially for some puny alpha like you.”
“Don’t listen to him, Kade,” Felix mutters behind him.
Heat sears in his chest anyway. Kade nudges Felix to the side, stepping in front of him. It reminds him of decades ago, back when they were in school, and it was Kade protecting Felix from his bullies, tearing into them before they attack his most precious person.
But Felix doesn’t run. He freezes like a statue, eyes wide. Kade clenches his fists, staring down Rick.
“Just making sure he’s getting treated right,” Kade says, shrugging. Even though his heart thumps like a drum. “Needed to perk him up. You’ve been treating him like shit.”
Three feet away, Rick leers. “Sons of bitches,” he seethes, nodding at Felix. “Guess that sack of holes is good enough for you, if you rank so low. What’s wrong? You’re not good enough to get any better?”
Kade tenses. He’s good enough. He has to be. But even that’s not enough for Felix, is it?
Felix cradles his belly, and Rick looks him over. Kade wants to rip his eyes out.
“Huh. I never realized he was knocked up. Think he slept around? Were you gonna put a second one inside?”
It’s not his child, and the reminder sinks its teeth into him, a nagging shame. He doesn’t need this bastard, of all people, to know that. You have no goddamn right to speculate whose child it is. Kade growls, thinking about
