Page 57 of His Innocent Omega
We ground together, my hand jacking him faster and faster. Pulling him down for a wet kiss, our tongues tangled, mouths grinding together. “Come, sweetheart. Come for me.”
He did. His body tightened, and he cried out, as I gave his dick one final squeeze. Hot cum spilled over my hand, as he panted raggedly against my ear, then collapsed against me in a boneless heap.
My own wet spot was spreading inside my jeans, something that hadn’t happened in more years than Wyatt had been alive.
Removing my hand from his pants, I brought it to his lips. “Clean it up, baby.”
Watching Wyatt lap up his cum dripping in between my fingers was one of the most erotic sights I had ever witnessed. He was a debauched innocent wanton angel, and he took my breath away. My dick was pulsing in my jeans, my usual refractory period that came with age apparently not existing when it came to the gorgeous omega.
When he was done, he stared at me with wide eyes, both of us still trying to catch our breath. Finally, I said, “I’m not sorry that happened. I want you, Wyatt. I want to see where this thing between us goes. I know we started ass backwards with a baby, but can we try starting from the beginning?”
He stared at me, then blinked sleepily, “Huh?”
Laughing, I kissed him on the end of his nose, “Little genius,what I mean is, I want to take you out. On a date. Dinner. Whatever. I really don’t care what we do. Fuck, we can go to the damn grocery store for all I care. I just want to spend time with you. And Jules, the both of you.”
His teeth came out to nibble on his kiss swollen lips, and I gently thumbed the tender skin. “Sweetheart, you’re going to wreck these pretty lips.”
“Okay,” he finally nodded. “What day works for you? You’re the only one working right now. Miss Rose ran me out of the daycare last week when I tried to sneak in with the baby. Apparently, she takes the six-week rule to heart.” He rolled his eyes, puffing out air between his teeth.
My mind did a quick scan of my schedule. “Wednesday would work.”
“Thanks again for my picnic,” he murmured, leaning into my chest. Rubbing his back, I smiled into his messy, sweaty hair. “I plan to help you cross off lots of stuff from your list, sweetheart.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Wyatt
We pulled up to the massive, five-story, brick house, with a circular drive full of cars, and I stared wide eyed. I knew my mouth was hanging open, but I couldn’t help myself. “Wow.”
Grayson cut the engine on his SUV, staring out the windshield. “Yeah, it’s massive.”
Snow had fallen the week before, lightly dusting the ground, ensuring we had a white Thanksgiving.
Julianna babbled happily from the back, content in her car seat. She was two and a half months now, and it was amazing how fast she was growing. Last week, she had rolled from her side to her back, and she could fully holdher head up during tummy time. She loved kicking her legs and flapping her arms. Best of all, she was sleeping for longer periods of time at night, sometimes going a full three hours in between feedings.
Grayson and I had been quietly dating for the past several weeks. Which, with a baby, meant we spent a lot of time at one or the other’s houses. Dinners in and a lot of movie watching. While I didn’t always agree with his choice of what constituted a great movie–for such an intelligent man his movie choices were questionable–I did love the make out sessions that usually happened during, or shortly after, the movies.
I had one rule and that was no sleepovers yet. Our relationship had started with sex, and if we were going to have an actual, real relationship, I wanted us to go slow and get to know each other. Surprisingly, he hadn’t pushed, even when he’d watched Julianna when I had gone in for my six-week checkup.
Halloween had been a fun time, and another new experience to check off my list. I had never gotten to dress up and go door to door for candy before. My parents had thought trick or treating was beneath us, and had never answered the door to our high rise apartment when other residents would ring the bell.
Wade’s birthday was on Halloween, and while he apparently hated birthdays on holidays, he thoroughly enjoyed dressing up and taking the kids out. He had insisted Julianna and I were going to join the other omegas and their mates, and I had quickly learned that when Wade Sinclair decided you were going to do it, you just went along with it.
Picking out Julianna’s costume had been fun, and I had finally decided on a bumble bee. She had no clue what was happening, but she didn’t mind being pushed in her stroller or all the attention she got, and I had enjoyed the time out with friends. The weather had been decent even, the night clear but chilly.Grayson had to work, but he would show up every few blocks in his patrol car.
Now we were sitting outside Mary Sinclair’s mansion where we’d both been invited for Thanksgiving. Grayson had a standing invitation, and I had been shocked to receive a phone call from the Sinclair matriarch herself last week.
Mary Sinclair had a pleasant voice that instantly put me at ease. She had wanted to make sure that Julianna and I were planning to attend with Grayson, as he was family and according to her Sinclair rules, I was a part of too.
I still found it strange that so many people had been so welcoming to me, in such a short amount of time, but I found myself lapping it up.
“Mary lives here alone?” I asked, still wide eyed, staring at the large house. Grayson got out, opening the back door to unhook Julianna’s car seat to carry her inside. “She did once the boys moved out. William, their alpha dad, died when they were ten. Jamie doesn’t say much about him, but I get the impression he kind of fucked them all up in one way or another. He was a shit ton older than Mary,” he chuckled when I raised my brows and him, silently noting our wide age gap. “Yeah, I know, don’t remind me. Anyway, he was really old school alpha. Do not give me that look, I’m not like that.”
Walking up to the wide, ornate double doors, I teased, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, old man.”
“I think it was almost an arranged marriage. Old school money to old school money. A rich older alpha that needed a mate and an heir to carry on his name. He ended up with four boys all at once and didn’t have much use for the extra three. Mary raised the boys here after his death and was alone until last year. She met her fated mates and now they all live here together.”
My eyes widened, “Mates? Plural?”
