Alpha: Devil's Rose MC #3

Chapter 9: King Osborn

To think that I spent my life without her. Seph's laying here on my chest, her breath syncing up to mine, and I question how it was possible for me to function when she wasn't with me. Everything I once knew about life, happiness, love - it's all changed. And though I haven't known her long and I don't know her all that well, I don't feel like I have to. 

I want to spend every day learning more about her, sparing no detail of her life. I can barely breathe when she's around me, my whole body being choked up, but I can't breathe without her near. I find myself searching for her in every room I enter, even rooms I know she won't be in. I ache to be with her. In any way that she could want. I would give her my soul.

My fingertips press down on her perfect, cushiony stomach, my nose digging into her neck. I feel her hips push backward to my pelvis, and I suck in a tight breath as the innocently constructed yet appealing movement. 

She has no fucking idea what she does to me. At least, not yet, not until she feels my erection up against her juicy ass cheeks. But that's not going to happen. Just like Whiskey taught me - grandpa in a speedo, grandpa in a speedo, grandpa in a speedo. 

But then it hits me. That perfume, her favorite perfume. It wafts to my nose as she cradles her head onto my broad and sturdy shoulder. I groan lowly, and my hands seem to tighten my grasp on her body, my arms cradling her into me. I don't stand a chance.

"Should we leave you two alone?"

I carefully eye my parents but don't say anything so Seph can make the decision.

"She's asleep, boy."

"Oh, you can do what you wish."

"We know that but what do you want?"

"Mom. I couldn't care less."

"Yeah honey, we'll go. Breach."

"Yes, ma'am. Do you want anything for the road?"

"Take whatever ice cream they've got."

My father is gone before I can even comprehend what's happening, and my mother gives me a kiss on the head instead of a hug. Obviously because of the sleeping girl on my lap. I don't have a say when the two of them dash out of the house, three pints of ice cream in my father's one hand, whipped cream in the other. 

My mouth hangs open in pure disbelief. Seph's going to kill me when she finds out I let them leave without a fight. But I think we've already frustrated them enough for today and who knows what the two ladies might have been talking about before my father and I came out of my office. 

I can only imagine what my mother was thinking - 'King better marry this girl before she's gone.' I love my mother, don't get me wrong, but she has always been so goddamn pushy. Especially when she wants something extremely unlikely to happen. My sister is like that in some ways too. 

My father just gives up on whatever my mother wants, so he can't put up a fight either. Whipped bastard.

As my legs begin to go numb, I scroll through my phone, multiple videos of adorable dogs popping up on my Instagram feed. I send them to Seph so when she goes through her messages, she finds cute videos that I know will make her smile that gorgeous way. 

My chest bubbles with joy at the thought of making her smile, and a goofy expression falls upon my face. This is who I am now. Maybe I'm as whipped, head-over-heels as my father. Do I hate it? I can't say I do. Do I particularly enjoy it? No, knowing that I can't be with her right now. Not with the headspace and healing time she's in.