The Omega's Secret Pregnancy (Men of Meadowfall Book 1)

by Anna Wineheart

  “We’ll see you again,” the receptionist says as they head out. Kade nods at her, holding the door open for Felix.

  “Why are you doing this?” Felix croaks when he slows to a stop next to Kade’s bike, his eyes prickling again.

  “Why not?” Kade asks, then winces, as though he shouldn’t have said it.

  “Because...” Because I’ve hurt you. Because I left you, and lied to you, and so many other things. Felix twists his fingers together, sucking in a deep breath. I can’t cry right now. I’ve cried enough. “Because you have no reason to.”

  Kade studies him, his eyes dark, and Felix wants to fall into his gaze, wants to lean into his chest and stop thinking about everything else. “I’m doing it because I want to,” Kade says, and Felix’s chest feels too small for his heart.

  “Okay,” he says. It feels like a weak attempt at repaying the favor. “I have some cash at home. I’ll get that first, and as soon as I get my next paycheck—”

  “I don’t care about the money,” Kade says.

  Felix looks down at his hands. Kade did, in the past. He had tried saving up for a home for them, and together, they’d been frugal. Of course Kade doesn’t care about money now, when they don’t have dreams of a new place. That relationship had shattered when Felix left. “Okay,” Felix says. “I’ll pay you back anyway.”

  Kade sighs, unlocking the trunk. “I didn’t know there’d be risks for you. If you carry the baby full term.”

  Felix looks down at his belly, rubbing a hand over it. But the child is Kade’s, and he wants to bring a piece of Kade away with him, regardless of what it costs. “I didn’t know about it, either.”

  “You’re still keeping the baby?”

  Felix looks away, nodding. “Yes.”

  Kade’s eyes darken, and he looks pained, somehow. He hands Felix a helmet, glancing up at the royal-blue sky. “Want to grab some dinner? It’s late. I’ll pay.”

  “I guess it’ll be fine,” Felix says, pulling his helmet on. He owes Kade so much, and he needs to stop hurting him.

  They ride to an old diner with frilly green curtains and neon signboards flashing above the doorway. When they step inside, Felix trudges behind Kade across the checkered tiles, sliding into a booth across from him.

  “I’ll cook next time,” Kade says, nodding his thanks when the waitress leaves them with a couple of menus.

  Felix blinks. “Next time?”

  “The doc said you’re supposed to visit every month.”

  I can’t possibly set aside hundreds every month. Felix pulls a menu toward himself, scanning the bolded numbers on each page.

  “Stop looking at the prices,” Kade says.

  It was something they did back when they had their own place—going out for meals, buying the lowest-priced things on the menu, and then grinning if the food turned out good. Felix cracks a smile, looking at the numbers anyway.“Or, what, you’ll spank me?”

  “Up to you,” Kade says. Felix glances up so quickly he almost sprains his neck. Kade’s eyes bore into his, solemn, and Felix realizes that Kade might still want to fuck him after all, despite the pregnancy, despite all that’s happened over the past few days.

  “Oh,” he says, his throat running dry.

  “Do you?” Kade asks. His gaze stays on Felix, and Felix feels exposed again, like he had during the ultrasound. For the first time, Kade had seen the extent of his pregnancy, the one secret he’d been trying so hard to keep. Felix had panicked. And Kade had held his hand despite all the pain between them.

  It doesn’t feel any different in the restaurant, because Kade’s looking at another intimate part of him. Felix can’t hide his need to be touched, especially if his alpha is the one doing it. He gulps, tearing his gaze away. “I-If you want.”

  Which means yes. Kade’s attention lingers on him, and Felix’s pulse thuds in his ears. He looks back at the soups and salads on the menu, trying to figure if either will get him full. Or if he really wants to feel full, he should invite Kade into his bed.

  His pants grow tight. We’re supposed to be having dinner.

  Across the table, Kade watches him, and Felix feels far too transparent in front of his alpha.

  “Get something good for you and the baby,” Kade says. “Eating salads is like eating air.”

  Heat sweeps up his cheeks. “Not if I get the ones with chicken,” Felix says, but he’s flipping the page anyway, to skillets and sandwiches and steaks, and his stomach growls.

  “You probably need more meat.”

  Which sends his thoughts into another dirty spiral. Felix groans, covering his eyes and jabbing at the menu.

  “Sausage is fine,” Kade says.

  Felix hides his face in both his hands.

  Dinner drags along. After the waitress leaves them with drinks, Felix squirms. Kade asks about the website. Felix says he’s been selling a painting every week, and Kade’s eyes sparkle with triumph.

  “You look better,” Kade says when they’re halfway through the meal, popping a sprig of broccoli into his mouth. “More relaxed.”

  “I didn’t think you were looking.” Felix blushes. Isn’t Kade angry with him?

  Kade shrugs, his gaze sliding away.

  At the end of the meal, the waitress leaves the bill at the end of the table. Felix reaches for it. Kade slips it out from under his fingers, grabbing his wallet.

  “That’s cheating,” Felix says, reaching out for the bill. Kade is already paying for the doctor’s visit, and he wants to make this even, somehow.

  Kade stares at him. Felix meets his gaze. I’ll swap his card out for mine when he sets it down.

  Instead, Kade slides out of the booth, striding toward the counter. “I said I’m paying.”

  His heat whispers into Felix’s skin when he brushes by. Felix shivers, nerves tingling. He needs Kade closer, wants to be held against his bondmate. But it’s still not fair that Kade’s paying for everything.

  So he stalks after Kade, a slew of protests on his tongue. All it takes is for Kade to rake his gaze down Felix’s front, and Felix’s thoughts sink back into the gutter, the heat at his groin a distracting pressure.

  When Felix joins him at the bike, Kade glances over him once, his eyes lingering on Felix’s hips. Felix turns, trying to hide his erection. Kade’s gaze lingers on him anyway.

  So Felix slides onto the raised passenger seat, leaving an inch between their bodies. Kade’s heat radiates through that space, tantalizing, and their thighs bump when the bike pulls out of the parking lot.

  Felix desperately wants to press closer to his alpha, wants to push his cock against his spine.

  The bike vibrates beneath them, Kade’s scent washing into his helmet as they fly down the streets; brief notes of pine and cedar. Felix groans, needing to adjust himself, needing to be touched.

  The sodium lights cast their orange glow onto the roads, but no one will look at his hands. So he reaches between his legs, squeezing his cock through his pants, trying to get into a more comfortable position.

  Screw it. Felix unbuttons his pants and sighs when he wraps his fingers around his cock, pulling it out. The night air rushes warm over his skin, and he strokes his cock once, sliding his fist up its silky skin, catching the droplets at his tip. Kade doesn’t know what he’s doing. A thrill swoops down Felix’s spine when he looks down, and his cock juts pale against Kade’s leather pants, against his jacket, and the seat. They’re riding in full view of everyone, and Felix has his cock out.

  The light ahead of them changes from amber to red, and Kade brakes. Felix bumps into his back, their helmets knocking, his cock shoving against Kade’s back. Pleasure jolts through his body. Fuck.

  For long heartbeats, Felix doesn’t move. His legs are spread around Kade’s. If he doesn’t budge, maybe Kade won’t realize just what Felix is prodding him with.

  Kade turns, but his helmet hides his eyes. Felix holds his breath. Does he know? Kade looks straight ahead, waiting for the cars in the cross-st
reet to drive by. More cars pull up alongside them, streetlights glinting in their windows. Felix swears. He can’t pull away from Kade now, or he’ll be exposed to the passengers in either car. Kade shifts slightly, and Felix gulps when his cock drags across Kade’s pants.

  Kade moves his arm. Something taps against Felix’s hip, and he realizes it’s Kade’s gloved hand, slipping between them. Kade knows. He felt Felix’s cock shoving against his ass, and he isn’t repulsed at all.

  His fingers rub up the side of Felix’s cock, nudging at it. Felix leans back a little, just enough for Kade’s fingers to slip around his cock, squeezing. Pleasure hums through his body. But it isn’t enough. He needs to fuck into Kade’s hand, needs more pressure, and he grips the steel bars next to his seat, rolling his hips up so his cock slides through the circle of Kade’s glove.

  When the light turns green, Kade releases him. The night air rushes by his bare cock again. Felix squirms, sliding his foreskin down to expose his glistening tip. It looks lewd like that, dusky in the shadows moving over them. He swallows, slipping his skin up, then down, playing with himself, wondering if Kade will want to touch him, or bend him over again. The thought sends precum dripping down his cock.

  The bike prowls into his driveway. Kade turns it off, pulling the keys from the ignition, and the bike’s purr stops, leaving a ringing silence around them.

  Kade slips off his helmet, reaching back to tap the keys against Felix’s cock. They slide cool and hard against his skin, and he gasps.

  “Take your helmet off, then open the trunk,” Kade says. “Don’t leave your seat.”

  Felix whines. The lube’s in the trunk. They’ve never opened it, ever since Kade bought it from the convenience store so long ago. He fumbles first with the helmet, then the keys, reaching over the trunk.

  Kade’s warm hand circles around his cock. Felix sucks in a sharp breath. When did you shuck off your gloves? Before he can think, Kade slides his skin down, rubbing his callused thumb around his head. Pleasure hisses through his nerves. Felix groans, his hips snapping up, and Kade rewards him with a squeeze. His breath stutters.

  His alpha watches him sidelong. Felix bites hard on his lip, unsure if Kade wants sex or if he wants to punish Felix somehow, or...

  Kade pumps his cock twice, fast then slow. Felix drips onto his fingers, trying not to moan. They’re still in the driveway, and even though the neighbors’ windows are dark, someone could still walk by. He shoves the key at the trunk, but it skids over the smooth plastic surface. Then it pushes into the keyhole, and it’s almost like sex, finding the right fit.

  The key turns in the lock. Felix lifts the trunk lid with a sigh, his cock throbbing in Kade’s hand. “Grab the lube,” Kade says.

  “I’m trying,” he mutters, fingers skittering through the trunk. He finds some cloth bags, some bottles, and finally the smooth cardboard box containing the lube. Kade pushes his thumb under his foreskin, circling his tip, and the air rushes out of Felix’s lungs. “Kade!”

  “What do you want?” Kade growls, his thumb sliding around Felix’s sensitive head, flicking it. Felix groans, thrusting his hips up, wondering how no one is around to see them, even if they’re mostly cast in shadow, the streetlamps only lighting his back.

  “Need to come,” Felix whispers, tearing open the box, the bottle of lube falling heavy into his hands.

  “Squeeze it here,” Kade says, tapping his cock with a finger. The vibrations hum through his body. Felix gulps, turning the bottle upside down.

  Cool lube hits him like a shock. Kade smooths it over his skin, twisting his grip, slicking him up, until lube drips down Felix’s pants, trickling down his balls. Then Kade turns to face the front, wiping his hand against the seat of his leather jeans, and the slope of the cushion against his ass.

  “Push it in between,” he says.

  Felix stares. Kade wants him to fuck... his ass. And the bike. It’s never happened before, and Felix doesn’t know how to react, except he needs this so badly.

  He angles his cock down, holding on to Kade’s shoulder for leverage. They’re not exactly touching. Kade’s still in his clothes, but as Felix pushes his tip into that crease, the warmth of Kade’s body soaks into his skin, and he slides in, moaning at the pressure. His hips snap forward, shoving him all the way down, until the tip of his cock hits the base of Kade’s seat, and the leather caresses his cock, smooth and warm.

  Felix gasps, hands trembling. He eases closer to his alpha, rolling his hips back, then forward, feeling the drag of his foreskin against leather, feeling it slip away from his sensitive head, and he’s pushing back in, amazed that Kade’s letting him do this.

  Kade rolls his hips, leaning back against Felix’s cock, and the pressure sends a thrill through his body. Felix shudders. He can’t control his need, can’t control the way his body jerks forward, pushing down into the snug space between Kade and his bike. He whimpers, one hand slipping down under Kade’s jacket, curving around Kade’s side.

  Kade’s heat seeps into his skin, and as Felix pulls himself closer, he slides his hand down to Kade’s groin. Kade’s cock is thick behind the leather. Felix wants it opening him up, wants it on his skin. He moans, squeezing it.

  And Kade rocks into his hand. Felix wraps both his arms around Kade’s waist, undoing his pants, pulling out his cock, whimpering at the smooth, heavy weight of it.

  “Will you... will you fuck me?” Felix whispers, rocking his hips, pushing his cock against Kade, feeling Kade pressing down against him.

  Kade glances away, hesitating. Felix’s stomach plummets, and he bites his lip. Of course, he’s just doing me a favor.

  But Kade growls, “Yeah,” and he slips off the bike, nodding at his seat. “Move up.”

  Felix’s pulse thunders. He doesn’t hate me. He’s willing to touch me. And he shuffles up into the rider’s seat, its lingering warmth radiating into his thighs.

  Kade slides onto the seat behind him, squeezing Felix up against the bike’s metallic tank. Felix leans up, hooking his thumbs into his pants. Except Kade grabs his waistband, pushes his pants down roughly, exposing his ass to the night air. Felix gasps.

  Kade pulls away for a moment. The keys slide out of the trunk with a rasp. When he presses back close, the keys jangle in his hand, and he pushes it into the bike’s ignition, turning it.

  Beneath them, the bike rumbles to life, vibrating and smooth, a beast waiting to prowl. Kade slips his hands under Felix’s thighs, moving him up further, until his cock presses flat against the bike’s tank. Its vibrations shiver through Felix’s cock, sending a hum of pleasure through his body. Felix moans, leaning into it, leaving his ass vulnerable to Kade.

  Kade leans in behind him, his jacket open, the heat of his chest soaking into Felix’s back, and he strokes his callused palm down Felix’s thigh, lips brushing his ear. “You lied to me,” Kade murmurs, and his hand pulls away.

  It returns a split second later, a sharp slap against Felix’s thigh. Felix gasps, pain jolting through his leg. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, trembling.

  “Are you?” Kade sets a heavy hand on Felix’s back, leaning him further forward, trapping his cock against the bike, and the next slap lands sharply on his ass, a burst of pain through his body.

  Heat crawls through Felix’s face, and his cock throbs. He deserves this, deserves to be punished, and he shouldn’t be growing harder, or finding this pleasurable. “I am,” he says, his voice almost drowned out by the bike’s engine. Kade spanks him again. “Ah!”

  “I don’t want you lying to me,” Kade murmurs in his ear, his breath hot. Felix shudders, jerking when Kade spanks him over and over, leaving his cheeks tender and burning.

  “I know,” Felix gasps, his fingers sliding against the bike’s tank, his cock dripping onto it, knowing he deserves more pain than this. “You should... you should beat me harder.”

  “I should,” Kade growls, squeezing his tender cheeks with his hands, spreading them open. Felix groans when Kade slid
es his cock between them, pushing up against his hole. “But that’s not what I want.”

  And he thrusts inside, spreading Felix open. Felix shudders, his fingers scrabbling against the bike, and Kade slides further and further in, until he’s completely buried.

  “More,” Felix says, rocking back. Kade pushes in deep. Felix shudders against him, pleasure heavy in his body. “I can’t... can’t hold on.”

  Kade pulls him away from the bike, one hand across his chest, so Felix’s cock isn’t pressed against the vibrating tank. It stands neglected in the warm night air, and Felix squirms, needing to touch himself.

  Kade thrusts in a little harder, his cock thick, filling Felix, sliding out, easing back in. Felix’s cock jumps, taut, and he’s so close right now, having his alpha hold him, having his alpha caring for him and their child. Kade reaches around, sliding his fingers up Felix’s cock with the faintest touch. Then he leaves Felix straining up, his hips rocking harder.

  “Come for me,” Kade rumbles, fucking into him, his hands anchored against Felix’s groin, holding his legs open. Felix shudders, the pressure in his cock building.

  He thinks about Kade’s hands on him, Kade inside him, Kade tolerating him enough to want him close. Kade grinds up against his prostate, and despite Kade neglecting his cock, he comes hard, arching as pleasure floods his body.

  Kade looks down at him. Felix is too far gone to be ashamed, when cum spurts from his cock, warm and sticky, leaving a mess on himself and the bike. Kade gathers it up in his fingers, lifting his hand over Felix’s shoulder to suck it off.

  Felix groans. Kade strokes him through the rest of his release, slowly thrusting in. Felix shudders.

  “You can go harder,” he says, grinding back down. Kade groans, fingers curling warm against Felix’s chest. He leans Felix over the bike, hips snapping up, thrusting firmly, burying his cock deep, and he’s coming with a roar, anchoring Felix against him, spilling inside.

  Kade leans into his back, his hands falling to Felix’s thighs, and for a while, they merely breathe. When Kade begins to swell, Felix pushes his feet under himself. Kade wouldn’t want to knot inside him, would he? He should leave now, get home, and maybe Kade won’t regret fucking him come morning.