“That means a lot coming from you, but I think you’re mostly trying to make me feel good.” He was murmuring, staring into his lap, but I cupped his chin and brought his face up so he’d meet my gaze.
“I saw you on television, remember? I watched the crowd groan when you lost and heard the announcers call you the heartthrob ninja. And did I mention you’re smart?”
“Uh huh.”
“So don’t try to tell me you have no idea you’re the hottest guy in five states. Sure, I know the people at the lounge like me, and some may even want to make a pass at me, but you...Kipling, you’re in a class by yourself.”
His face softened and he leaned in to press his lips against mine then pulled back to smile at me. “Sounds like we have a mutual admiration society going here. Would you like to come with me to the gym tomorrow and see how the heartthrob ninja works out off season?”
“Do you wear a shirt when you do it?” I was really getting into this.
“If you’ll agree to try out a few moves, I might be convinced to work out shirtless.”
Now, that’s what I was talking about.
Chapter Six
Kipling
Brenda’s lived up to the hype. Hal ordered us both steaks with gruyere scalloped potatoes and grilled asparagus. The place was busy but quiet. We’d gotten a table near the back in a secluded corner.
“I hope you like it.” Hal reached across the table and touched my hand. He was a touchy-feely type of person, and I absolutely loved it. I’d been involved once with a man who didn’t believe in public displays of, well, even knowing each other casually, and it always bothered me.
If I wanted to lean over and kiss my alpha, I should be able to, and he should want me to.
And right now, sitting across from Hal, I wanted to—so badly.
“Everything is delicious. Thank you.”
He nodded and scooted closer. “I took the liberty of ordering us something special for dessert.”
“You did? When?”
He chuckled and the sound made my cock stir. “When I called in our reservation. You have to order this dessert ahead of time. My waiter friend tipped me off.”
My face heated. This alpha was doing everything right.
I would bet he did other things just right as well.
“Planning dessert is a good thing,” I said, taking another bite of potatoes even though my stomach was telling me to stop.
“Are you being specific or abstract, omega?”
Gods, I loved it when he called me omega.
“Both.” I shrugged on purpose, trying to be flirty and failing hard.
“So let’s say I wanted a different type of dessert later, would I have to let you know now, or would you rather be spontaneous?”
“Yes,” I answered and we both giggled. “Yes to both, actually. I’m a big fan of planning, but I also love to be surprised. What about you, alpha? Tell me what you prefer.”
We were so not talking about chocolate cake or peach cobbler anymore.
“I actually like an omega who initiates things. I like being surprised, and I love the angst.”
My chest warmed. “Good to know.”
Our plates were soon taken away and replaced by chocolate egg-shaped things on saucers. I almost asked what they were, but then another server appeared and poured hot chocolate on top of each shell making the top melt, revealing a cute little piece of red velvet cake inside. I’d never seen anything like it.
“Certainly worth the call-ahead,” I said, and Hal’s smile told me he thought so, too.
We dug in and I let out a moan, and when I looked up to see if I’d alerted the whole restaurant of my loving this cake, I only saw Hal. “What?” I asked, not knowing all of his expressions yet.
“You do things to me, omega. And that sound you just made…”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
He reached over again, but this time under the table, and his hand slid up my thigh. I shuddered in pleasure. “Don’t apologize for that sound. I’m taking it as a personal challenge to make you repeat it later.”
“Okay,” I said like a goof because I couldn’t think straight with his hand on my thigh.
We finished our dessert; Hal had a coffee with his. I passed, knowing I would be up until the wee hours of the morning if I did.
“Ready to go?” Hal asked, signing the receipt for dinner.
“Yes.”
Except, I wasn’t ready for the date to be over. Not by a long shot.
We got into his car, and he started it up. It was time for this omega to start being a little bolder.
“How about we drive up to Star Point?”
Hal stopped midway across his chest, seat belt in hand. “That place is for teenagers to go make out. Really, omega?”
Shit. That’s what happens when I decided to be brave.
Idiot.
“Yeah, it was just a thought.”
Hal chuckled hard and loud and put his hand on my thigh again. “Kipling, I’m just kidding. I’d love to go make out with you in the dark in my car. Steam things up a bit.”
The ride to the well-known makeout spot was filled with sounds of Hal singing along with the music. He held my hand in his and brought it up several times to kiss my palm. Yeah, I loved his ways.
“Looks like we have company,” he said after parking. We glanced over to the car next to us to see two teens, but they weren’t steaming up any windows. On the contrary, they looked to be angry and yelling at each other.
“They don’t look happy.”
He kissed my hand again, but this time allowed his lips to linger. “That’s too bad, but I, on the other hand, am damn near giddy to have my omega so near.”
Tingles ran up and down my body at hearing him speak so sincerely.
“Me, too. How about you get rid of the seat belt and get over here.”
Hal’s smile faded and he reached over to unbuckle himself. “Tell me what else you want me to do, love.”
I sucked in a breath at his words. He leaned over but then nodded his head over at the other car. As I looked to where he did, I saw they were driving away. We were finally alone.
“Well, now that we are alone…”
His lips were on mine in seconds. I fisted the front of his shirt, and we had to finagle our way around me taking off my seat belt as well. “Hal,” I moaned before our mouths met again in a mind-numbing dance. His hand drifted toward my waist and then further down. I knew I was hard as a rock, but as he ran his hand over my groin, the rest of me felt like melting.
“Omega mine, you are so ready for me. Is all of you ready for me?”
I nodded, the words were stuck in my throat.
“Let me ease you?” He licked his lips and I nodded, ready to explode in waiting.
I lifted my hips as he unzipped and unbuttoned my pants and slid them down along with my boxers. He reached across my waist and pulled on the lever to allow the seat to lean all the way back. I thought I might come right then and there before he even got started.
“You want me to use my mouth?” he asked, and I said something like yes.
In seconds, his hot mouth enveloped my cock, pumping me in and out until my hips bucked in anticipation. I spread my legs and he took the hint, my good alpha knew what I needed.
He stopped his work on my dick and began sucking and nibbling at my sac while his fingers explored my ass and my hole, the place that needed him most. One finger went in and then two, and I moaned loud and hard.
“So fucking slick, love. That’s what I wanted to hear, omega mine. Moan for me.”
He returned to sucking on my cock while his fingers delved deeper and faster into my entrance. Hal’s mouth and fingers kept the same pace until seconds later, the passion concentrated in my groin and I exploded, grabbing onto the back of Hal’s head and crying out his name.
“Wow, that was loud,” I breathed out, watching Hal lick his lips once
again.
“It was absolutely perfect. But next time, it won’t be my fingers making you come.”
Chapter Seven
Hal
It was all I could do to drive home after our makeout session. We kissed a little and cuddled until my breathing calmed down—you’d have thought I was the one who got off like a rocket ship. But I wasn’t going to take this any further until I had him alone in my bed. Not that I’d never taken an omega against a wall or in the grass in a quick, passionate moment, but this was not a casual lay. Everything in me insisted on getting him naked in private.
Although I’d been lonely from time to time, I hadn’t felt any great compulsion to find a mate. My friends thought I should, especially my married/mated friends. Couples always thought everyone should share their joy or misery...whichever it was. And all my teasing of my daytime boss, Patrick Chen, DDS, had led him to turn my own words on me once he’d met his own omega. I’d laughed it all off and continued on my busy way. Working all day in the dental office and all night at the Moonlight Lounge left very little time for more.
But riding in my low two-seater sports car with my omega, an omega...hell, my omega at my side, I was starting to get an inkling of what all my couple friends were talking about. Just being in his presence made me feel more alive, aware, protective. And horny. Very, very horny.
“Hal…”
I snapped a glance at Kipling, whose clothing was still askew, his hair tousled, and a dreamy glaze to his eyes. I tried not to feel guilty about the pride that gave me. I put that look there. “Yes, omega?”
“I’ve never been with an alpha who didn’t put his own pleasure first.” He gave me a wavery smile. “I wanted to say thanks.”
Turning down my street, I gunned it, so anxious to get him home, and more than a little irked that anyone had treated him that way. And that anyone had touched what was mine at all even though we hadn’t met at that time. “Oh, I didn’t neglect my satisfaction, omega.”
Another glance showed a tiny furrow between his brows in a passing streetlight’s glow. “I don’t understand. You only...you know.”
“There is no ‘only’ in touching you. That’s actually how it’s supposed to work. When you feel good, I feel amazing.” Pulling into my parking spot, I turned off the engine and sat back.
“So you don’t need to umm, you don’t need me to…” For a counselor who I suspected talked about every subject under the sun with his clients as necessary, he was certainly tongue-tied with me. Kind of charming, really.
“Oh, I need you to. I need us both to.” I made my way around to his side of the car and opened the door before he could do it. “And I can’t wait much longer.”
“I want your knot.” With that, he scooted out of the seat and started for the door to my townhome, leaving me gaping.
Five minutes later we were stumbling up the stairs, undressing each other and kissing every inch of exposed skin as we went. Any hesitancy gone, the only reason we made it to the bedroom was my concern about us ending up falling down the stairs mid-coitus and breaking our necks. As the last bit of clothing fell away, I scooped him up in my arms and carried him down the hall.
“I’m way too heavy to be carried,” he protested.
“Yeah, I know.” Shifting him higher, I strode into the bedroom and tossed him on the bed. He bounced. “All that muscle. But I like doing it anyway.” In truth, he had the most amazing body I’d ever seen in real life or film. And I’d had the preview when I’d seen him on the ninja show on TV. But take those little shorts off and ka-bang! Not bulky, but tight. The man had an eight-pack! Not an ounce of fat, and while I did think I looked pretty good considering how little work I put into it, my omega put me to shame. The moonlight shone right down through the skylight to make his skin glow. Amazing.
After his bounce, he scrambled up to lie in the middle of the bed then propped up on his elbows and smiled. “How do you want me, alpha?”
Although my jutting cock showed how ready I was, I took another moment to look at him, in my bed, naked and waiting for me. If I had my way, he’d never sleep anywhere else. “Just like that, omega,” I said, moving in to give him what he’d asked for. “I want to see your face when I fill you for the first time.”
His gaze dropped to my groin and his smile faltered. While he had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of in the dick department, my size could be intimidating. “Wow. I’m not sure…”
“It will fit, omega.” Pressing his legs wide apart, I knelt between them and leaned forward to steal a kiss. As I twined my tongue with his, our cocks bumped between us and I reached down and did my best to wrap a hand around them both, stroking and squeezing until I felt the tension seep from his body to be replaced by another kind. Breaking the kiss, I offered, “We could just do this, if you like. Does it feel good?”
He blinked up at me, nodding, hips already bucking against my grip. “So good...but I meant it. I want your knot. Just go a little slow?”
After jacking us a bit longer, I released our dicks and slid my fingers down to find him slick and hot. I worked one finger, two, then three inside. “I’ll go slow, but you’re ready for me. Just right.”
“Like Goldilocks?” he quipped, throat moving as he swallowed hard.
“Like the bears.” Removing my fingers, I replaced them with the swollen, aching head of my dick and paused. “Push down.”
He obeyed, letting out a deep sigh, and I gave a short thrust, submerging my tip in his slick heat. His eyes flickered closed, but I chided, “Oh no. Open them.” When he did, they were glazed again, and I took that as my cue to withdraw and plunge deeper. “You’re so tight, omega.”
He shuddered and rocked his hips. “I need you. Don’t wait. All the way.”
“What happened to slow?” But I wasn’t waiting to be asked twice. True, it was a tight squeeze, but I saw no trace of pain in his eyes, and his pants, his writhing torso all told me he was ready. I thrust in again and again, becoming lost in the body of the lover I’d waited my whole life for. Despite my attempts to hold back, my balls tightened far too soon and my cum poured out into Kipling. I had just the presence of mind to close my fist around his dick and bring him off, as my knot swelled, holding my seed inside him.
When my knot subsided, we rolled to the side, taking him with me, tugged a comforter from the foot of the bed over us, and spooned him, and we drifted off to sleep that way, bellies sticky from his cum, sweaty, messy, and without another word exchanged.
I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but I knew what I hoped for. I hoped he would feel the same.
Chapter Eight
Kipling
I intended to wake up and make my alpha breakfast, yeah, in my mind, he was already my alpha. The night before had been exactly what I’d needed and wanted for so long. I had an alpha who was attentive, and his desire for me matched mine for him.
Maybe I’d been waiting for my singing alpha all along.
But the fantasy burst when my phone rang in the middle of the night. I jumped out of bed and fumbled through my pants, now draped over a chair, courtesy of Hal, and finally found the damned thing after two more rings. “Dr. Taylor,” I barked into the phone. I listened as the foster parents of one of my patients cried at their foster son being taken back to his biological parents.
“Joseph, please calm down. Is Isaac in trouble? Should I go over there?”
He said Joseph was indifferent about returning home. It was he and his husband Erik who couldn’t stop crying and didn’t know who else to call.
I settled the phone between my shoulder and cheek and listened. That was 99 percent of my job, listening. If more people would listen instead of argue, judge, and overtalk, the world wouldn’t need to pay people to nod and hear.
Joseph and Erik had had custody of Isaac for three years, enough time to get really attached to him and at the same time, apparently, time for his bio parents to clean up their acts enough to get him back
.
Sometimes life was a roller-coaster for these foster parents.
Hal was still fast asleep as I pulled on my boxers and sat in the chair nearest the bed and watched him sleep while Joseph carried on. I felt for them. I really did. Foster children would often get returned to their biological parents without much notice.
It was one of the heartbreaking parts of my job.
I stayed on the phone two more hours before deciding that on the phone in my boxers wasn’t really helping them as I’d thought it might. No, they needed a little bit more.
“Sure, Joseph,” I said, not happy about leaving Hal at all. “I can be there in a few.” I avoided Joseph’s pleas to make me promise to help get Isaac back. Yes, I played a part in the well-being of every child who came into my office, but in no way did I make any decisions regarding placement, and it would be unprofessional for me to take sides.
I was on the child’s side, in every case.
I hung up and sighed, reaching over to push a stray hair from Hal’s face. My body was still aching in the best way possible from a few hours before.
“Hal?” I tried to coax him awake, but his deep breaths continued uninterrupted.
Finally, I got up and, after a quick shower, dressed and got ready to leave.
Except, there was no leaving this alpha high and dry. I had to do something.
I pulled a business card from my pocket and wrote a quick note on the back, telling him I was sorry, duty called, and that I would call him the next day. The note went on the bedside table and I kissed his cheek before going. The man slept like a rock.
“Good night, Hal,” I whispered in his ear and then left, going over to Joseph and Erik’s right away by cab. When I got there, they were no better than when we got off the phone. I sat in their living room and wrangled with being professional and removed. It was the worst part of my job. They were crying, so lost and shattered, yet I crossed my legs and nodded. My words spoke empathy and care, but how much that did, I would never know.
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