by Aria Grace
"God, I'd think you'd be great with your hands," Marc says, "but your mouth..."
I laugh and work him with my hands. "My hands are great, too. I am very handy with them. But that's not the best that I can do."
"It's not?" He watches me with wide eyes.
I shake my head, and with my free hand, I test his entrance to see if he's ready for me. Oh yes, he's slick and so, so ready. I slip another finger in there, and he bucks against my hand.
"Good omega," I tell him. I sit up just a little bit to undo my trousers and slide them as far down my hips as they'll go.
"Oh my god," he says, "your cock, it's..."
"Ready for you," I offer proudly. If there's one thing I’m proud of, it’s that I inherited the family jewels. Because I know that I'm well-endowed.
"Huge," Marc corrects.
"Think you're ready for it?" I ask, even though I know he already is.
He swallows and nods. "Yes. Yes, please."
I put his legs on my shoulders, lifting his butt off the floor while his shoulders stay firmly planted. I position myself at his entrance, and then...
I drive myself in, slowly, ever so slowly, giving him a chance to expand around me.
He lets out a hoarse cry, and I'm glad that we're in the privacy of my place. Here, he can cry out as much as he wants, and no one will hear him.
I can please my omega just right.
Once I'm fully seated inside him, I wait just a moment longer for him to stretch a little further, making sure that he can enjoy every moment of this. And when his breathing comes back to normal, I slide almost all the way out and drive myself in again, this time a little harder.
He moans again, and as I build up speed, our skin slapping together, there's groaning and moaning as well. I think it's coming from me, as we're joining each other on this ride to pleasure.
He grasps at my hips as I piston into him, his nails digging into my skin. "Fuck, Joel, I can't..."
"Just let go, my omega," I tell him. "Don't wait."
He doesn't wait any longer, and the orgasm hits him. He throws his back and cries out, hot, white spurts coming from his own cock. I think those nails on my ass draw blood, and the thought of him marking me like that is enough to drive me over the edge.
I pump a few more times into him before my own orgasm takes me, and I empty myself into him, calling out his name like a war cry.
We stay for a few minutes in the afterglow, just breathing and letting ourselves come down to earth as my knot expands inside him, keeping us connected.
"Wow," he says as he smooths his sweaty hair back. "That was amazing."
I smirk as I lean over him, bracing my arms against the floor to come face to face with him. "I aim to please my omega. And I'm ready whenever you are." I kiss him lightly.
He looks up at me as he bites his bottom lip. "Can we try it in your bedroom? And then the living room? And then..."
I laugh and kiss him harder. "Anywhere you want. I'm not going anywhere."
I hope he understands that. I'm promising that I'll be here for him forevermore.
Tonight we made a connection with our bodies, solidifying the connection we already felt in our hearts. And I'll do anything for my omega.
22
Marc
"I wanna get macaroni and cheese!" Reilly exclaims as he swivels as far as he can from his seat at the very back of the shopping cart. "Please?" He looks up at me with puppy-dog eyes, and I can't help but chuckle at my son.
"All right, but only if you're good."
"Oh." Reilly closes his mouth and puts his hands in his lap. How did I ever get such a well-behaved boy? He must have gotten that from Chris, because according to my mother, I was a terror.
"Here's some toilet paper." I look up as there's a thump in the basket of the shopping cart. Joel is standing next to the cart and gives me a huge grin. "I got the big, big package of it."
I blush, which is something that I've been finding myself doing whenever there's anything that could be considered a euphemism for Joel's package. What can I say, he has that effect on me.
The three of us are out at the grocery store, stocking up on supplies for the week. It's been three months since Joel and I started dating, and, honestly, I can't remember ever being this happy. It's not that I'm happier now than I was with Chris. It's different. A different love. There's enough room for both Chris and Joel in my heart.
Then I realize that we’re next to the toiletries aisle. "Oh, I need to go over there." I steer the cart that way.
"What do you need, I'll get it," Joel asks. He winks at Reilly. "After all, Reilly wants macaroni and cheese."
"Yes, but..." I press my lips together, because how do I tell him that I want to pick up a pregnancy test? Especially when I'm in earshot of Reilly? I suspect that he knows where babies come from—after all, kids talk to each other about that kind of stuff, especially at Reilly's age.
But at the moment, I'm just not sure what to make of it.
The last two weeks, I've been feeling sick in the mornings. The past three days, I've thrown up as well and have had a horrible headache. I remember my pregnancy with Reilly. I remember that I felt the exact same way.
The only problem is that Joel and I haven't really talked about having kids. Our relationship is still new. And while I love spending every waking moment with him, we haven't really talked about long-term plans.
But I still need to know if I am pregnant. Even if my gut says so. And then I'll figure out how to tell Reilly.
"I just...need some shampoo," I say, deciding on the first thing that comes to mind. I think shampoo is in that aisle.
As I come around the corner and spy what's actually down the aisle, I feel a little relieved that shampoo is down here, too, especially since I can keep Reilly occupied while I get a test. "Ah! Reilly, can you get your favorite shampoo? I've got to pick up a new toothbrush."
"Toothbrush?" Reilly asks. "Because your breath is gross." He laughs, and this is some new thing that he has picked up at his daycare, but at least he's occupied, looking for the brightest color bottle.
Good enough.
I try to ignore Joel's frown as I go to the spot where the tests are. He follows me, and I can feel my cheeks burn in embarrassment. Then he spots what I'm trying to get.
"Oh my god," he whispers, clearly shocked. He glances at me. "Really? You think you might be?"
I nod, even as I feel tears form in the corners of my eyes. "I think so, but I need to check." I watch him warily for his reaction. "Are you angry?"
Joel shakes his head. "What? No. I'm excited." He hugs me. "This is everything I ever wanted. This is perfect, I love you." He kisses me, just as his words settle down my spine.
That's the first time he's told me he loves me. And I can't keep my grin from my face as he steps back. "I love you, too," I admit.
He kisses my forehead. "Let's see if you're knocked up."
I nod as I take the closest test.
"Found it!" Reilly calls, holding up a bottle that looks somewhat like a fish. "What are we getting next?"
"Your macaroni and cheese," I promise him as I surreptitiously drop the test into the basket.
What I don't tell him, is that we may also be getting him a baby brother or sister.
"You know this is a little hard to do with you pacing outside the door," I call out to Joel. "You're making me nervous."
"Sorry," Joel says. "But...I am nervous! This is the first time I've ever been maybe a dad."
I laugh to myself as I'm finally able to start the stream on the stick. My alpha is so sweet.
"Well, we don't know yet," I tell him, although my gut keeps telling me otherwise.
"Yes, but..." I hear him sigh. "I keep thinking of all the woodworking I could make for him—or her. A doll house. A rocking horse. Toys. And when the baby's old enough, I'll teach them how to make their own toys."
"They'd better be pretty old before we let them wield sharp tools," I mutter as I hold up t
he test, watching as the lines appear.
"My dad taught me when I was Reilly's age," Joel says. "And once I was good enough I started making more and more toys."
I'm about to say something else, when I stop short. Two pink lines. I have to double-check the packaging to make sure.
I'm pregnant.
"Oh my god," I whisper.
Joel pushes open the door to the bathroom. "What?"
I turn the test around so he can see. "I'm pregnant."
Joel blinks, taking this news in. And then he rushes forward and wraps me up in a big hug, even though my pants are down around my ankle. "Oh my god!" he cries. "Oh, Marc, you have made me the happiest alpha in the world!"
I'm crying tears of joy and happiness. I want to feel this happy for the rest of my life, and I'm starting to think that I could be this happy always with Joel.
"I love you," I tell him for the second time.
The alpha steps back and grins widely at me. "I love you, too. I know we haven't been together for very long, but—I want you to know that I love Reilly as much as if he were my own son."
I nod, a tear slipping down my cheek. "I think Chris would approve of you."
He hugs me tightly to his chest. "You have no idea how much that means to me."
"I do," I say with a nod. "Because it's a relief to me as well."
He kisses my forehead. "I'll be here for you," he promises. "Here for you, Reilly, and the baby."
That promise is more important to me than anything in the world.
23
Joel
"Remind me again why we are watching a Christmas movie when tomorrow is Father's Day?" I ask Marc as he snuggles up closer to me on the couch, leaning against my shoulder.
"Because Reilly wanted to watch it," Marc answers good-naturedly, even though the person who chose the movie is asleep on the couch and lying in my lap. Marc and I lost interest in the movie shortly after he started snoring, so I had turned down the volume. Marc and I are now just sitting in the glow of the TV, talking to each other about, well, everything.
The future, our present, the baby.
"Right. I kind of forgot about that."
I feel Marc nod against my shoulder. "It's Reilly's favorite movie."
I chuckle. "I know—we've watched it about fifteen times in the past week. He has already started writing his Christmas list, too. Even though Christmas is—what?—six months away."
"You weren't around for the toddler TV show years," Marc says, suppressing a shudder. "There’s one about dogs on a police force. Reilly would watch the same episode over and over again, and it's not meant for parents to watch."
"Not yet." My hand hovers over his belly. He's in his thirty-sixth week of pregnancy, so his belly protrudes out what seems like an impossible amount. He may think he looks overweight and fat, but he's the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen. And he's carrying our child, a child conceived out of love.
I may have made a lot of things with my hands over the years, but I know that when our child is born, they'll be the greatest thing I've ever had a part in making. I can't wait for Reilly to have a little brother or sister. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with Marc.
We've discussed marriage, sure. But after Marc's first alpha died, we feel as though those titles don't really have the same meaning to us as they do others—we don't need to be husbands to be committed to each other. Marriage may be in the future, but for now, we're just happy as a family of three with another one on the way.
"Ooh," Marc murmurs, sitting up, his hand on his belly. "That was...painful."
I watch him, at the expression on his face, and I'm suddenly alarmed. "What?"
"Contraction." I hate that he looks like whatever it is hurts. "Don't worry, it will pass. They're Braxton Hicks."
I frown. "Do you think it's time?"
Marc shakes his head. "Nah, it's still too early. Reilly was born right on time, and we still have four weeks. Ooof," he adds. "This is a strong one, though."
He pushes himself up to his feet and waddles to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" I call after him, trying to be quiet so I don't wake up Reilly.
"I've gotta pee," Marc calls back. "I think the baby is sitting on my bladder, and the combination of contractions..."
There's silence from the bathroom for a few minutes, and I keep my eyes on the movie as a human-sized elf runs around New York City. But I can't keep my mind off worrying for Marc. He really looked like he was in pain.
However, Marc has been through this before, and this is my first time. I know that he'll do everything to keep safe.
Then, from the bathroom, I hear, "Uh, Joel?"
I whip my head toward the bathroom. "Yeah, babe?"
Marc comes to stand in the doorway of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. "My water broke. I guess it is time."
I stare at him, trying to process what he just said.
Marc suddenly waves frantically. "The. Baby. Is. Coming," he says in staccato, his voice so strained, I'm worried that he'll have the baby right here and now.
I spring to my feet, sweeping up Reilly as I do so. The poor boy protests, but still remains asleep. Blissfully. "Let's go, then."
On the way to the hospital, I call Marc's parents to come join us to watch Reilly while I'm in the delivery room with Marc. Never have I been so glad to have my in-laws in the same town. They show up just as I pull up to the Labor and Delivery wing of the local hospital.
"Oh, it's magic time!" Marc's mother exclaims, her excitement palpable as I get out of the car and head to the back of the car to unbuckle Reilly from his carseat.
"Thank you so much for helping," I tell her as I pass Reilly over to her. Again, he protests, but doesn't wake up. I suppose there's a possibility that he may sleep through this whole thing.
"Of course," Marc's mother says. She clutches her grandson to her. "Any way I can. How are you feeling, Marc?" she adds as I open the door for him.
"Oh, I’ve been better, Mom," he replies through gritted teeth. "I forgot how bad labor is."
"Totally worth it." She winks at me as she turns away. "We'll be in the waiting room. You just bring my second grandchild into the world safely."
"Of course." I slip my arm through Marc's and help walk him up to reception, where they immediately admit him. I fill out the paperwork for him, but my hands are shaking so much. What if I miss the big moment? What if I'm not ready?
I hand the clipboard over to the receptionist and she flips through it quickly. "Thank you, Mr. Daniels," she says. "He's in room B201."
Thank god I filled that out correctly, because I don't think I have it in me to do it a second time. I run down the hallway to the room she told me, and I'm surprised to find that it's already full of nurses and doctors. Marc is on the table, his feet up in stirrups.
"Joel," he says, almost apologetically. "Sorry about this. They always say your second is faster. I didn't think that was true."
I don’t really care either way. He’s bringing my baby into the world, and I'm here to be whatever support he needs to get through it. I take his hand and kiss the back of it. "I'm here, my love."
He grins up at me, although it turns into a grimace at the end. "Our kid doesn't want to wait much longer."
I open my mouth to say something else, but a snap of gloves draws my attention to his androcologist, Dr. Biehn, who is suited up in surgical scrubs. "Are you ready for show time?"
"No," Marc whines.
Dr. Biehn chuckles. "Too bad, because your baby wants to come now. When I say push, you push, all right?"
"You can blame me for this," I tell my omega warmly.
"I will thank you for this," he tells me, and I love him more than anything.
He clutches my hand tightly as the contraction hits.
"Push, Marc, push!" Dr. Biehn prompts, and my omega does.
I haven't been around any deliveries, but I do know that Marc handles it like a champ, even though he w
ould probably say otherwise. It only takes a few pushes, but after the last one, there's a split second of silence before we hear the most wonderful sound in the world.
Our baby crying.
"It's a girl!" Dr. Biehn announces, holding up our daughter for us to see.
Marc bursts into tears, and she's just beautiful. A nurse wipes down the baby and puts her in Marc's arms, putting them skin-to-skin for bonding. I kiss Marc's head and smooth back the fine hair on top of her head.
"I have an idea of what to call her," I say in a moment of inspiration.
"Yeah?" Marc says, keeping his gaze on her, like he couldn't tear his eyes away, no matter how hard he tried.
"Christina. After Reilly's alpha father."
Marc looks up at me and gives me a watery smile. "Really?"
I nod. "Really, really."
He looks down again at our daughter. "Hey, Christina," he says, as if trying out her name on her. "I'm your daddy."
"And so am I," I say proudly.
"Speaking of which, I feel like I should say something," Dr. Biehn says, drawing our attentions over to her. Her eyes are sparkling in amusement. "It's 12:03 in the morning. Sunday."
I frown at her. "Yeah?"
"It's Father's Day," she says. "Your daughter waited to make her appearance right on Father's Day."
Marc's bottom lip trembles. "A gift for Father's Day," he whispers, looking back at me. "Just like how we met."
"Yes," I say. "The best gift a father could ever ask for."
About Summer Chase
Summer Chase loves naughty boys, and she loves them even more when they turn out to be nice guys, too. She's the pen name for a New York Times bestselling author who wanted to have another name like a superhero.
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