Page 41 of Vegas Baby!

Ava nodded like a bobblehead and tipped herself forward as much as the bump allowed. She still had a decent amount of growing to do so she wasn’t as inhibited in movement as she would be in a few weeks. Sliding off my cock left her open for Jesse. It was a particular pleasure to watch her eyes cross as he fucked into her.

She was unfairly beautiful. Her bottom lip was plump from biting it, her cheeks flushed, every curve on display. I had heard that some pregnant people were self-conscious about their bodies, but maybe we were so feral for her she hadn’t had time to worry about that. I couldn’t imagine not wanting her.

Hoisting one of her heavy breasts to my mouth, I let my tongue go right back to work. Ava clutched my head to her, huffing and puffing against my hair while Jesse ruined her. In lieu of working out later, I let my core muscles bear the brunt of her weight leaning on me so I could reach her clit.

“Fuck.” Ava groaned against my hair, her fingers trembling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god.”

She cried out, giving me the gift of her pleasure. Jesse hissed, his pace stuttering. Apparently he was also overwhelmed by how exquisite our omega was. It didn’t matter how quickly we climaxed when it came to her; she was always going to be satisfied first. Preferably multiple times.

Ava was still shivering and breathing hard as I lowered down and she leaned backward into Jesse. I laced my fingers beneath my head, admiring the view of her on display.

“What should we do today once you’ve regained the ability to stand?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” She laughed. “Did you have something in mind?”

“I’m happy to do anything as long as I get to do it with you.”

“Let’s start with a shower.”

I was proud to say it only took us a few minutes between all three of us to figure out Bryce’s techie shower. It had room for everyone so we scrubbed down together and decided on some bagels for breakfast.

The line was a bit intense, but we made it out eventually with three everything bagels loaded with cream cheese for Ava. It would have been nice to try out a classic lox bagel, but I wasn’t going to give up my opportunities to kiss her since salmon was still making her queasy.

Jesse kept Bryce apprised of our location throughout the day. We kept Ava carefully between us, but even with preventing anyone from touching her, her scent took on a burnt edge.

“Getting overstimulated?” Jesse asked.

“More than I expected,” she admitted.

“Do you want to go back to the apartment? Or maybe to Central Park, or one of the museums?”

“Let’s try the art museum. It seems a shame to go back already.”

Before we’d ventured out, we had gotten set up with an app for the car service Bryce used, our fancy-pants new packmate insisting we use it, all expenses covered. It didn’t take them long to locate and pick us up. Ava was much more relaxed inside the vehicle, not one bit annoyed by how long the trip took with all of the traffic.

I was quietly pleased she chose the museum over the park since while I knew the park would be beautiful, it hadn’t acquired its summer greenery quite yet. Spring was a season of hope for a lot of people, but I just found it muddy in most places.

We trailed after Ava while she marveled at the art pieces on display, stopping often to let her sit down and rest.

“How long until Bryce is back?” Ava asked.

“Probably another hour or two,” replied Jesse. “Should I tell him to meet us here?”

“I’m getting hungry. Could we meet him somewhere for food when he’s done?”

Jesse handled that bit of communication and after waiting for a minute, he nodded. “He sent us an address and said we have a reservation in two hours.”

“Reservation sounds fancy,” said Ava.

“He knows we’re out and about today. I’m sure he’s not picking anywhere with a ridiculous dress code,” I assured her.

We lingered in the museum for another hour or so, getting Ava a treat at a nearby bodega to tide her over.

“Have you had a good day so far?” I asked her.

Ava beamed up at me. “The best.”

Leaving Ava’s side was torture. At least she was in New York with me and it would only be for a few hours. If she’d stayed back in Vegas, I wasn’t certain I’d have been able to make it through the day. The longer we were apart, the stronger the nausea and headache became. Alphas weren’t meant to be away from their newly bonded omegas. I should be tucked into bed with her right now, but instead I was at work, sorting throughmy workload and waiting for my boss to finish his meeting before the one I had scheduled with him.

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