by Bates, Aiden
“Good.” I forced my own boxers down and moved over him, rubbing the aching stiffness of my own cock against his for a moment before thrusting the tip lower. “Because you’re mine, Mr. Bishop.”
“I’m…Oh, god.” His eyes closed, lashes fluttering as I stroked his tight asshole with my fingers, already wet and willing and so fucking eager for me. “I’m yours. I’m all fucking yours.”
“Mm.” I raised my fingers to my lips, sucking them into my mouth to taste his honey. Salty and sweet. The perfect taste of a perfect man—my perfect man. My Omega. My own. “And you want me, Mr. Bishop?”
“God.” His teeth dug into his lower lip, trying to trap a whimper that escaped anyway when I replaced my fingers at his entrance with the engorged tip of my cock. “God—I do. I really do.”
He squeezed me so tight as I pressed into him, his body felt like a vice. His ass clutched at my cock, throbbing deliciously, pulling me deeper. Begging me to come inside.
And who was I to deny him then?
It was just like he said—he was mine. All fucking mine.
I took his hips in my hands, digging my fingertips into the flexing muscles there as I mounted him. I thrust hard. Deep. Caught up in my own desire not to hurt him, and the even darker desire to make him ache for a fucking week. Our bodies moved together, finding a compromise between the two. Slow and steady, but forceful. Raw. Wild. I gave him an inch, then another, then another—and then he was thrusting against me too, driving me deeper still until my cock was buried to the hilt in his wet, clenching heat.
“Mine,” I snarled again, dropping down against him so I could hold his body to mine. “All mine.”
I hooked an arm around his back, squeezing him tight as my pace quickened. His lashes, so long and thick, fluttered gorgeous as he moaned for me—the Oh, Gods, and Nathan, pleases, and flurry of swears all mixing together like a delectable symphony of which I was the sole conductor.
“Come for me, Damon,” I commanded him. My own balls were tense at the base of my cock, slamming against his ass over and over again until they were ready to burst. “You’re mine. You belong to me. Now fucking come for me. Come!”
“I love you,” he gasped, eyes clenching shut as his lips gaped in ecstasy. “I love you—I love you so fucking much—”
“Come!” I snarled again, squeezing him tighter than ever.
It all crescendoed perfectly, so perfectly my cock was giving a standing ovation inside him. My whole body seized up as my cum rushed up from my balls and out through my tip, exploding forcefully and filling him up with everything I had. My cum, my dreams of our future together—the sheer fucking adoration I felt for him—all rushed out from the head of my cock so fast it made me shudder. And beneath me, Damon was shuddering too, his moans mixing with the torn edges of my every breath as we came together, holding onto each other for dear life.
I stared down at him after, so transfixed by how perfect he looked with my seed in his ass and my child in his womb that it shocked every other thought from my mind. Instead of words, I found myself laughing, kissing every inch of his face that my lips could claim.
“I love you,” I finally said, resting my forehead against his. “God, I love you so fucking much.”
“That’s good,” he breathed, laughing back at me. “Considering how fucked everything else is…you have no idea how good that is to hear.”
I pulled back, licking my lips as I took in his perfect features all over again. “Mr. Bishop, the only thing in our lives that’s going to be fucked in our lives from here on out is, well, you.”
He raised his eyebrows. “My college?”
“I’ll pay for it.”
“Stalker situation at my apartment?”
“Move in with me.”
“This pregnancy? Our baby?”
“I’ll take care of you both.”
His eyes narrowed, still sparkling with laughter. “You really do think you have an answer for everything, don’t you, Mr. Garnet?”
My smile widened so much, it made my face hurt. “Maybe not everything. But you’ve got to admit, Mr. Bishop…I’ve got answers for an awful lot.”
He smiled too, so soft and sweet and handsome as his legs wrapped around my waist that I could see our whole lives playing out in the curves of his lips. “I’ll take it, then, Mr. Garnet. I’ll take all of it.”
I thrust a little deeper inside him, feeling my cock swelling with want of him again already. “Mm. You know, Mr. Bishop…I think you will.”
Epilogue
Duncan
At thirty-eight, I thought I’d seen it all. All the world’s wonders. All the world’s most gorgeous men. But even then, I had to admit it—I’d never seen that much good-looking squeezed into that tiny of a G-string before.
“You keep gawking with your mouth open like that and someone’s going to come over here to stick a cock in it.” Nathan pressed an ice-cold drink into my hand from the open bar.
“If he looks anything like that, he’s welcome to.” I picked my jaw up off the floor and smiled as the object of my affections swirled his hips and tipped his cowboy hat to the sound of his friends cheering him on. “They always like this after hours?”
Nathan shrugged, laughing as Damon helped his handsome cowboy friend down off the table he’d been dancing on. “Hard to say. Figure we better let them have their fun, though. It’s sweet of them to throw Damon a going-away party like this.”
“He wouldn’t be going away if you hadn’t knocked him up, you dirty dog.” I took a sip of the drink he’d handed me and nearly spat it out. “Is there not any booze in this?”
Nathan grinned. “Virgin mojitos.”
“What’s the fun in that?”
“Pregnant Omega, Dunk. Lighten up—let’s see if Damon will set you two up.”
Nathan summoned Damon over with a come-hither wave. I watched the way he narrowed his eyes at me when he saw me, but thankfully, the look softened as he approached. Apparently all of my incessant apologizing was finally starting to get me somewhere.
“What’s up, boys?” Damon looked at me pointedly. “I don’t have any more scholarships for you to lose me, you know.”
“I know,” I said with a cringe. “If I’d known that Jim was on your board… Have I mentioned how terribly sorry I am about that?”
Damon laughed, waving my worries away. “You’ve mentioned it from time to time. Don’t worry, though.” He ran his hands over his belly, which was finally starting to show beneath his t-shirt. “Would’ve needed to take school a little slower than the scholarship would’ve allowed me anyway. Everything’s worked out okay in the end. I almost even forgive you, you know.”
I echoed his laugh, already wracking my brain for ways to eliminate that almost. “I appreciate that. You’ll still have to let me buy that little bundle of joy of yours one of those expensive strollers or something to make it up to you, though.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll let you.” Damon rolled his eyes, snorting as Nathan wrapped him up in his arms. “What’d you call me over for? Is there a problem?”
“That one.” I pointed the cowboy out to Damon. “He’s my problem. Help me out here—how do I win that one over?”
Damon snorted as he laid his eyes on my prize. “Honestly, Duncan? The best I can do for you is to tell you to stay away. Kieran’s stone-cold—you’d be better off setting your sights on literally anyone else.”
A slow song trickled from the speakers overhead, replacing the party beats with sultry jazz. Nathan offered Damon his hand, leading him off onto the dance floor and leaving me to my own devices once again.
But despite myself, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of him. Cowboy Kieran—I liked the sound of him almost as much as I liked his look.
“Stone-cold, huh?” I sipped my boozeless mojito and smiled at the way Kieran’s jeans hugged his hips as he pulled them back on. Rugged, ripped, sandy-haired and wild-eyed…
Stone-cold sounded like just my type.
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His Broken Angel
Heaven’s Ballroom: Book 2
Aiden Bates
© 2019
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