Because so many people wanted more, here I am posting a chapter 3 hours after the last one. Sorry if there are any typos. I usually proof read, send it to my editor and proof read again but that last proof read was more lightly skim as I press the down button on my keyboard since this was on rush. XD

I think you guys will really like this one~. ;)

A Hot and Sexy Alpha for Arthur Chpt 8: Hitting a Couple Speed Bumps on the Way Pt 2

Arthur held onto the alpha's shirt, holding onto Alfred for what felt like dear life.

They rode for a few minutes more until Alfred parked in a parking spot with his initials on it.

Arthur looked around hesitantly.

Alfred noticed. "Actually... hold on, babe. I think I'll park in the parking garage instead." Alfred said and started the motorcycle again. Alfred drives around into the parking garage and drove up to a solid metal door before clicking a button on his keys. The door opened, revealing the inside, which looked like a parking lot of his own with nearly 30 different cars.

Arthur climbed off the bike a little shakily.

Alfred helped him off. "Just lean against the other car there while you get your bearings."

"I'm fine, really," he replied as he smiled and looks around.

Alfred nodded and got off the motorcycle, propping it up. "I'm sorry about earlier, Arthur, really. First, the dress and me making you feel bad, then the girl, then me almost getting into a fight. I shouldn't have let you leave the lobby. I'm sorry the picking you up part of the date has been so shit."

Arthur smiled. "It's fine. I don't mind. Honestly, I've had much worse. You've treated me better than any other alpha I've dated."

Alfred smiled and took off his helmet, flashing Arthur that movie star smile. "I'm glad." Alfred turned off the bike, shoving the keys into his pocket before opening the compartment and handing Arthur his purse. Alfred took off his helmet, hung his sunglasses on his collar, and put his helmet in the bike. "Helmet, if you would?" He asked Arthur, who still had his on.

Arthur took off the helmet and handed it to Alfred. His hair was even messier than before.

Alfred chuckled. "Your helmet hair is adorable. Most people's hair get flat but yours gets kind of messy." Alfred said, putting away the helmet.

"My hair is always like this," Arthur said, giggling.

"I noticed. It's an adorable kind of messy, though, so it's all good. I like it. Plus, it means you won't fuss over your hair so much. I had this one beta girl and all she talked about was her body. Oh, my hair this, my nails that. Even when we had sex, she was like, 'do you like how nice my shaved body feels?' "

He chuckled. "I grow more of a peach fuzz in terms of body hair. It's one of the few things that I actually like about my body."

"Aw, that's cute. Peaches are so soft and adorable. Well, that is, unless you get the yeti of the group. My friend actually had a peach fuzz hairball in his mouth once."

Arthur laughed softly and smiled. "That's funny, and kind of cute."

"I took pictures, too! He made me delete them the next day, but what he doesn't know is, I had already saved them to my computer. They're still there." Alfred said as he offered Arthur his arm.

Arthur chuckled and gently held his arm.

Alfred walked Arthur to the elevator. "Oh, before we go, pick a car." Alfred said, turning them around on the slightly raised platform.

Why?" He asked, confused as he looked at the cars.

"Because, I can't exactly take you shopping in a motorcycle. All of the 28 cars and 6 motorcycles in this garage are mine."

"Oh... Well... Which one do you like?"

"I love them all, that's why I bought them. Do you want a sports car? Normal car? Electric car? Truck?"

"Normal. I don't like a lot of attention."

"Okay, baby. How much shopping do you think you're gonna do?"

"Not a lot. I don't have much money."

"That's fine, babe. Everything today is my treat."

"I can't do that to you. I'll be fine."

"I insist. Besides, it's not me paying, it's the company." Alfred wrapped his arm around Arthur and kissed him sweetly. "Like, it doesn't even come out of my paycheck or anything."

"Are you sure?" He asked as he looked at the alpha. "I don't want you getting in trouble."

"No, I won't. Trust me. I told my manager about my plans for our date and he told me to spoil you as much as I want. You're a contest winner, so no expense spared. We-... I want you to have a good time." Alfred said as he caressed Arthur's cheek.

Arthur nodded. "Alright." He kissed the alpha's cheek in return.

Alfred kissed him softly and sweetly. "Why don't we go up now, so I can make brunch, hm?"

"Sounds lovely. Can I make a slightly odd request of you?" He asked.

"Sure, babe. What is it?" Alfred asked as they stepped into the elevator.

"Can you carry me?" He asked with a small blush on his face.

Alfred smiled and picked Arthur up bridal style before pressing the 50th floor. "Just an FYI, my penthouse is the whole top floor of the building and the elevator leads directly into it." Alfred said as he typed in the passcode into the number pad for his apartment.

"That's fine. My legs are still kind of shaky. I don't think I can stand."

Alfred chuckled. "Less than 10 minutes ago, you were telling me you were fine and didn't need to lean against the car. Do you really think you can't stand? Or, are you making excuses? Because if you are making excuses, I hope you realize you can just ask me to hold and carry you and I will." Alfred said as he nuzzled Arthur.

He shrugged a bit and blushed. "You don't have too..."

Alfred kissed Arthur sweetly. "You misunderstand me, Arthur. I'm honored such a pretty omega like yourself would allow me to carry you. I don't need made up reasons for you to ask."

"I honestly wanted to see how strong you were."

Alfred chuckled. "Plenty strong, trust me. I mean, I lifted that other alpha by his neck without a problem and he looked to be around 200 pounds, if not more."

He nodded. "I also like you holding me."

Alfred nodded and kissed Arthur sweetly. "And I like holding you."

He kissed back. "You're too kind."

"Hey, Arthur. I'm gonna ask you something, but don't freak out. It's just something I've noticed most omegas who like me holding them like as well."

"And, what's that?" He asked curiously.

"Arthur, do you by chance have a strength kink?"

"A small one. But, in terms of physical attributes in alphas. I like alphas who are confident and dress as such. With your outfit, it says that you're young and like to show off your body. That's very alluring to me."

Alfred chuckled and nodded. "Do you wanna hear a story about a client I once had?"

"Sure. I'm all ears."

"I once had this cute omega client for his whole heat cycle. His name was Chase and he had beautiful baby blues, adorably messy chocolate brown hair, and stood at a proud 5'5"."

Arthur nods. "What about him?"

"Well, you know how most omegas don't feel safe almost anywhere that's not their nest?"

Arthur nodded.

"Well, Chase loved being held in my arms. Like, he had a huge strength kink. A majority of the sex we had, I was standing while I held him, if that makes sense.

Arthur smirked softly, "Interesting. We might have to try that.~"

"Do you want me to show you his favorite position?"

"Sure," he purred.

Alfred set Arthur down. "Face forward and place your hands against the wall, okay?"

He does as told, blushing slightly.

Alfred put his hands on the inside of Arthur's thighs from behind in a sort of awkward position for his arms. "This will all make sense in a moment. Lean back against me, reach back your arms and wrap them around my neck."

He nods and does so. "Like this, love?"

Alfred nodded and lifted Arthur up so he was supporting Arthur's thighs, spreading the Omega's legs and leaving him completely open and feeling a bit exposed even with clothes on. "This was his favorite position. Since he was quite a bit shorter than me, it was easy for him to just look up over his shoulder and kiss me."

He blushed a bit. "This is rather strange for me, I don't like feeling so exposed."

"I was never implying it would be your favorite, too. I mean, he also liked to do it in front of a mirror." Alfred added, "Do you want me to let you down?"

"Yes, please. And, the mirror idea sounds nice."

Alfred set Arthur down. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to you uncomfortable. Can I show you how I would hold you if we had sex like that?"

"Of course. If it's anything like you have been holding me, I'm sure I'll love it."

Alfred picked Arthur up, facing him, supporting the omega's upper thighs and ass. "Wrap your legs around my waist and arms around my neck... If we did it, I'd hold you missionary style, just me holding and supporting you."

He nods and does as told. "This is nice."

Alfred kisses at Arthur's neck lovingly. "Much more intimate than the other position, yeah? You're mine to love and hold for today and tonight. And, I'm only yours."

Arthur purred happily. "You have no idea how badly I've needed something like this. A day to spend just being pampered by a sweet, caring, handsome alpha."

Alfred smiled and kissed him. "That's what I'm here for, baby.~"

Arthur's stomach growled softly. He blushed a bit. "Forgive me. I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday."

"That's perfectly fine. I'm about to make us brunch anyway." The elevator opened to a beautifully decorated and spacious penthouse. It had a huge living room and open floor design leading to a beautiful, spacious kitchen with all the latest tech and supplies. Alfred carried Arthur to the kitchen. "What do you want?"

"Anything is fine."

"French toast and a fruit salad coming right up!" Alfred said as set Arthur down on the kitchen counter and kissed him lovingly.

He giggled and kissed back softly. "Thank you."

"Of course, babe. Though, tell me, why haven't you eaten since lunch yesterday?"

"I've been nervous." He said, shrugging.

Alfred nodded and kissed his forehead. "No reason to be nervous... Would you like me to show you how to make the breakfast I'm making? You don't have to get up. I'll just tell you what I'm doing while I make it. Sound good?"

He nodded. "Sure. Why not?"

Alfred nodded and kissed Arthur's cheek. "First, you need your supplies." Alfred went over to a cupboard and opened it, pulling out what looked like a shelf on wheels and a track. Alfred grabbed a salad bowl and a smaller bowl for the eggs. "Bowls." Alfred placed them next to Arthur and slid the shelf thing back in. "A cutting board and knife." Alfred got those from the rack on the wall they were hung up on and set them next to Arthur.

"A pan or two, and spatula." Alfred grabbed them off the wall rack and set the two pans on the stovetop burners across from Arthur where he sat on the kitchen island with plenty of room in between, provided by the large kitchen "aisle" in between. "A stove burner set on medium heat." Alfred set the stove top burners on medium heat. "Cooking spray, so the French toast doesn't stick, eggs, and bread." Alfred grabs eggs from the fridge and brings the bread over. "Cinnamon sugar and maple syrup." Alfred grabbed the syrup and the cinnamon sugar from a cupboard and brought them over.

Arthur sat and watched patiently.

Alfred kissed Arthur sweetly. "You look bored. Do you want to help a bit?"

"You don't want that."

"Why not, baby?"

"I'm awful at cooking."

"Okay, so don't cook. Help me cut up the fruit and I'll do all the cooking."

Arthur nodded. "Okay."

Alfred kissed Arthur's cheek. "Anything you wanna talk about while I start the French toast?"

Arthur thought. "Hm, not really."

"Tell me about yourself. You're always asking about me. What about you?"

"Not much to tell."

"Oh, come on, there has to be something. Hobbies? Crushes? Your boss do something that really pisses you off?"

"Most of my time is spent working. I don't really have a crush at the moment. And, my boss always pisses me off. His phone rings. He looks at it. "Speak of the devil. Should I answer?"

Alfred nodded. "Go ahead."

Arthur answered. "Hello, Mr. Micheals?"

To Be Continued... 

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