Page 59 of His Innocent Omega
Mary Sinclair’s hug was like a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day. You felt it down to your toes. For a second, I let myself imagine having someone like her as a mom. How nice that would have been. How different. It was what I wanted for Julianna.
“Becks, he’s lovely.”
Blushing at her praise, I ducked my head so she couldn’t see my face. “None of that,” she chided, “now come along. Dinner’s almost ready. Let’s head to the kitchen. That’s where everyone is hiding out. We have wine.” She winked over her shoulder at me.
Thanksgiving dinner at the Sinclairs was a loud, boisterous affair filled with wonderful food, laughter, teasing, but most of all love that could be felt in the air.
Mary had been right, and Julianna had been passed between Gigi and Miss Rose, then Mary, Maeve, and even Allan Rafferty had taken a turn. When I had tried to take her to feed her, I had been told to sit down and enjoy my meal. Julianna was treated like one of the family, another grandchild to be doted on, and it brought tears to my eyes each time I looked over to see her being rocked, or changed, or fussed over like the other babies in the room were. Julianna was the youngest one there and had that “new baby smell” as Gigi put it, before she had turned hergreen eyes and given Quinn a pointed look.
He'd promptly taken a sip of his wine, snarking, “I gave you two at once. Don’t look at me. I’m done.”
“I’ll just have to count on Wade to take one for the team, then.” She had sassed back, and Finn had nearly died choking on the bite of food he’d had in his mouth. Finally, he’d wheezed, “We gave you three in four years. Tapped out, Gigi, tapped out.”
“Never thought the Sinclairs were quitters before,” she had muttered, shaking her head and rocking Julianna.
Bash, who I was sitting next to had put his head down, trying not to be noticed. “It’s up to you, Wyatt. Jamie and I are done, too. Unless Brendan and Ryan come through for us.”
Ryan had blushed, and Brendan had grinned, “We’re working on it.”
“Uh…” I had floundered, then blushed when I had looked across the table at Grayson, who had winked at me. “I’m good for now.”
Driving home later that night, after dessert and playing several board games, while a football game had played in the background, I stared out the window into the darkness.
Grayson reached over and squeezed my hand, “They’re a lot, but you looked like you were having a good time.”
Turning to look at him, I nodded, “I did. Just thinking.”
“About?”
“Family. Julianna. What I want for her.”
He pulled into my driveway, leaving the motor running so the car stayed warm. Turning in his seat, he faced me. “What do you want, Wyatt?”
“I want holidays like today. I want a family that makes her feel wanted. I want hugs, and laughter, and no one wants anything from anyone. I want happiness. I want her to feel protected andsafe. I want a home filled with warmth.” Bringing the sleeve of my jacket up, I wiped away the silent tears I hadn’t even realized were sliding down my face.
Grayson reached over and traced a tear with his thumb, catching it before it fell from my chin. “I want that for you both, too.”
“What I’m trying to say, Grayson, is that I want all that with you. If you want us.”
His answer was a sexy growl, and a searing kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Becks
I’ve never moved so fast in my entire life. Thankfully, Julianna didn’t wake up when we got her inside and tucked into her crib. We’d had the foresight to pack her pajamas and had changed her diaper before we had left Mary’s, so she was still dry.
Shutting the door on the nursery, I moved Wyatt across the hall with the bulk of my body. Our lips were joined in a heated kiss, our hands removed clothing haphazardly, until I had him naked and splayed out in front of me on his bed.
Pausing our frenzied movements, I feasted my eyes on him. “Fuck, Wyatt, you’re so gorgeous.”
His arms were above his head, his legsspread wide. He was long and lean, and I could see his hole glistening with slick. His eyes were hooded, and when he held out a long fingered hand, beckoning me, that’s all I needed.
“Is it okay?” I whispered, stretched out next to him, running a hand down his waist to his hip. “Finn said sex is a go, right?”
He took my face in his hands, kissing me deeply. “Yes, it’s all good. I even got on birth control, so we don’t need to use condoms, if we don’t want. I’ll only have one heat a year though, in about six months, give or take. Now shut up and fuck me.” Since shifters were immune to STD’s, condoms were only needed to prevent pregnancy.
Moving down his body, I licked at his cock, sucking the head into my mouth. Wyatt’s fingers buried deep in my hair, and his legs and hips moved restlessly under my ministrations. The rich scent of blackberries filled my senses, making my head swim.
