Page 268 of As The Shifter World Turns

While I pushed Charlie on a swing and held the dog’s leash with the other hand, my thoughts returned to babies and Nate and I having our own. We had to have the talk. Not the birds and the bees. We were adults and way past that. But were we ready to start a family of our own or not?

I planned on calling Nate this evening once he’d finished work. I could have waited until tomorrow evening when he was home, but I wanted answers. Warning bells went off in my head saying, “Wait until you’re face to face.”

But in the end, after Martin picked up Charlie, I fell asleep on the couch and finally crawled into bed in the middle of the night. When I woke up, it was early morning. Friday morning. Nate would be home in time for Friday night on the Sunshine Manor roof. We had all weekend, just the two of us.

I had a busy day ahead but as I was up early, I ordered new sex toys,scented candles, flowers, and got enough food so we didn’t have to leave the apartment all weekend.

But there was a knot—not in my butt sadly—in the pit of my stomach as I wondered if Nate was on the same wavelength as me.I guess we’ll find out.

I sent my usual heart and hug emojis to my mate but there was no response. He was probably working already. At least that’s what I told myself.

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LAST TO KNOW

Nate

Friday nights on the roof was this odd mix for me. I loved being included and having people act like I was part of the group. But also, I never felt like I really was. I was still “the new guy” even if they didn’t say it in those words. I had a feeling I’d be “the new guy” for a long time. Or maybe just until Daire and I did something wild like having a baby.

Not that that was in our plans. He was still in the time of his life where he was figuring out who he wanted to be career wise although that was leveling out. I could be patient. I loved Daire. And really that was all that mattered.

“I think this should be enough.” I started to cover the veggie tray I made with plastic wrap. “If not, I guess we could just order more food.”

Daire came over and wrapped his arms around me. “It’s perfect. Thank you for coming home early and for making it.”

That wasn’t why I came home early. I missed him. The helping was just a good excuse.

“It’s cutting up veggies, not like a soufflé,” I teased. “But if you wanted to pay me back, I could think of a way.”

He looked up at me with a grin. “Ohhh, I bet I know…” He reached for the button on my pants and I shook my head.

“Nope.” He froze. “If I’m going to do all of the work and make this amazing feast for our friends, it’s only fair that I’m the one who gets the treat.” I put my hands on the waist of his jeans. “Don’t you think?”

I waited for him to nod before working the button.

“Most guys would argue that I should be the one doing this,” he said, his voice getting that husky tone it only got when he was hard.

“Most guys didn’t spend allllllll afternoon cutting up carrots and celery and cauliflower.” This guy didn’t either, the entire thing taking a half hour tops and a chunk of that was finding the right tray to put them on. “I should be the one getting dessert.”

The button free, I slowly unzipped him, thrilled that he was already hard and pressing against his clothing, his cock begging to get out.

“If you put it that way.” He nipped at my lips. “But next time I get to make the platter.”

I loved it when he sassed like that, when he was open and not blocking me out. When I didn’t feel like I was the one he spoke to the least.

“Maybe.” I pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees as my own knees hit the floor. “But I doubt it. I like the reward too much.”

I looked up to him and licked my lips as he sucked in a breath. Stifling a moan, I brought my attention to what I wanted most; his cock in my mouth. I loved the way he squirmed as he tried to stay still when I licked his tip or swallowed around his length. And his sighs of pleasure—they were everything.

My hand circled around his length and jerked him a few times as my tongue gathered up the precum. I made mmm sounds as I brought it into my mouth and swallowed it down and then went back and circled his tip before bringing it into my mouth again. I brought him back as far as I could, sucking as I slowly released him. I did this again and again, each time his cock getting further and further inside of me. When his balls began to tighten, I reached behind to his slick entrance.

He was so slippery. Had we not already been running late, I’d have had fun bending him over right there in the kitchen and pounding into him. As it was, even with being as late as we were, I was tempted.

I circled his hole as I worked his cock, Daire’s hands forming fists at his side as he actively tried not to grab my hair and take over, fucking my mouth. I wouldn’t have minded if he did. It was hot when an omega did that. But it was equally hot seeing him try to keep his self control.

Sliding my finger inside of him, I made sure to swallow deeply around him. His knees gave out for half a second and encouraged me to keep going. He wouldn’t last long like this, not with my finger rubbing what he called his “magic place” inside him and my mouth bobbing up and down his length.

One finger became two became three, the third barely entering him when he cried out my name as his orgasm raced through him. I swallowed every last drop of his offering and cleaned him with my tongue as I slowly removed my fingers.

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