Page 58 of Alpha & Omega

Pippin looked at Harley shyly. “He’s really sweet.”

Stix hooked an arm around Hudson’s elbow. “We’re keeping him,” he said, making Hudson laugh and blush.

I swear my chef just beamed.

It had been an amazing day, and I was filled with hope and pride that my family was continuing to grow. That night, we both had to work, but we promised to meet during the day on Tuesday to cook.

Iwokeuptothe filtering light of the late morning, stretching and smiling, seeing Kingston’s sleeping face, his body curled, facing me.

One of my favorite parts of being in a relationship was waking up next to my person, snuggling in bed before we got up to have coffee together. I loved the smell of sleep on him and the feel of his hard body pressed up against me. It was so different from a woman, reminding me of my preference for men and making me grateful I found him.

Now that Kingston and Hudson knew each other and had gotten along really well, I felt comfortable with him sleeping over more, which allowed us to see each other often and worked well with our busy schedules.

Ever since we got back together, our relationship couldn’t have been more perfect.

I stretched again as my morning wood grew.

“Stop squirming,” he said sleepily.

I pressed my body against him, slipping my thigh between his legs so he could feel my hard-on. “But I’m needy. Give us a hand. Pretty please.”

He raised a blond brow but didn’t open his eyes. “Us?”

“We all know cocks have their own brains.”

“Is that a scientific fact?”

“It is, indeed.”

As Kingston woke up more, he also stretched, and his swelling dick pressed against mine, making me harder.

“Take a shower with me, and we can rub one out together.”

He breathed heavily, and his eyes slid closed again as he nodded. “Give me five… I’m not much of a morning person.”

I leaned forward and kissed his full lips. “Maybe after coffee and breakfast, we can be lazy before work and watch some romantic comedies while snuggled in bed.”

“Sounds fun. Being lazy is a rare luxury, and I wish I could take it, but I’ve got to see Tony today.”

“I understand. We have plenty of time and other days.”

I eventually climbed out of bed and padded to the bathroom to take a piss and start the shower. Then I pulled up my hair into a messy bun to keep it from getting wet.

As soon as the water was hot, Kingston stumbled into the bathroom, sleepy-eyed and yawning. His cock was still erect with morning wood, so I cupped him and kissed him, morning breath and all. I didn’t care.

After he pissed, I took his hand and led him under the hot spray of water. He leaned forward, his hand resting on the stone tiles as the water sluiced down his tanned skin.

I turned him around and kissed him for a moment before I grabbed some shower gel, poured it into my hands, then fisted our cocks together.

Kingston leaned against the wall, his eyes closed to the sensation of me stroking us in languid movements, building up the arousal rather than rushing to the finish line.

Frotting was probably my second favorite thing sexually, next to sex. Feeling our lengths rub against each other took hand jobs to the next fucking level. The heat, hardness, and smooth glide, feeling him pulse against me, thrusting in my tight fist… fuck.

I glided my thumb over the sensitive heads, pulling a groan out of both of us.

I leaned forward, rested my forearm on the tile next to Kingston’s head, and pressed our foreheads together, breathing heavily as the hot water cascaded over us, quickly washing away the soap from my hand and our dicks. The muscles in his abs were tight and rippling as his chest rose and fell with gasping breaths.

He reached for my lips and kissed me as his hand slid into my hair, tugging on my bun. Our tongues fought each other, and we thrust for more friction in my hand. His hand landed on mine, squeezing it to squeeze us tighter.

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