Page 61 of His Innocent Omega
Even if I had wanted to stop, wanted to pull out, we were beyond that. My body was in control, my knot demanding it fill our omega, locking us together. I came with a roar as soon as my knot secured us to each other. Wyatt shook beneath me, his body spasming, as wet warmth painted both our stomachs with his release.
Finally, when we were both breathing normally once more, I carefully rolled to my side, taking Wyatt with me. He was practically boneless, clinging to me like a sloth.
“Okay, mon petit?” Brushing the hair back from his sweaty forehead, he smiled lazily at me, resting his head in the crook of my shoulder.
“Mmmm,” he breathed, “never better.”
“Sore?”
“Probably. Worth it. Sleep now.”
Cradling him in my arms, waiting for my knot to subside so I could slip out of him and clean us up, my stomach did a slow dip.
I think I was falling in love with Wyatt.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Becks
“I’m so excited!” Squirming in the seat, Wyatt stared out the car window in the line of traffic we were in like a kid hopped up on too much sugar.
Grinning over at him, I said, “I can see that. Should I put the siren on to get us through the line faster?”
Turning his head so fast his neck cracked, he squeaked, “Can you do that?”
I shook his head, “No. I mean I could, but no. We’ll be there in like five minutes.”
We were attending the Sweet Alps Holiday Festival and Wyatt had been waiting for this night all week.He had texted me at least five times to let me know that today was going onforever, and the hands on the clock were not moving.
Looking over the flyer with the list of events on it for about the hundredth time–like he hadn’t had the thing memorized the first time he read it–he talked a mile a minute. “Quinn has a booth and he said he’ll have free cookies for us if we stop by. And there’s the tree walk, where we can see all the different decorated Christmas trees. Oh! And a bake sale tent. I want to stop by there, because it’s for the elementary school and we should support that.”
“Nothing to do with you having a sweet tooth?” I asked him seriously.
Blinking innocently at me, he primly reminded me, “It’s for a good cause, Sheriff.”
Jules babbled from her car seat in the back. “Your daughter agrees with me.”
“We’ll go wherever you want to go, sweetheart,” I told him as we inched up to the parking lot where we had to pay to park.
“You’d think they’d give us a special parking spot by the door or something,” he muttered, as I took my change and the high school kid directed us to the correct row, that had open spots.
“I’m not on duty, remember?” I reminded him, “I just wore my uniform shirt and badge so the high schoolers can think I’m on patrol.” It never hurt to help my deputies out, even if I was technically not working tonight. Not that I expected trouble, but kids tended to be kids, and seeing the sheriff looking official might make a few teens change their mind if they decided to act up tonight.
Snapping Jules’ car seat to her stroller, I made sure her blanket was tucked around her tightly and her hat covered her little ears. The snow had melted last week when we’d gotten somewarmer weather for a couple of days, but it was back to being cold tonight.
Wyatt sniffed as we got closer to the entrance of the festival. The air smelled heavenly, with a mixture of different food vendors.
“It smells so good!” he was practically bouncing as he walked.
“Cotton candy or funnel cakes, I would guess.”
His face lit up, “Seriously! OMG, I need to try those.”
“Which one?” I pushed Jules slowly, smiling down at her when she gave me a toothless grin. She’d just started really smiling and it was one of my favorite things. Melted my heart every single time. Yep, I already knew that all she was going to have to do to get anything she wanted from me was to just smile sweetly.
“Both? Oh, there’s Quinn’s booth!” he exclaimed excitedly.
Goddess, if Wyatt ate everything he was planning to tonight, he was going to end up with a stomachache. But I loved seeing the light shining in his eyes, full of wonder and excitement. I wanted him to have these memories. He deserved to eat a funnel cake, and cotton candy, and anything else his heart desired. He deserved to have a night to act like the kid he’d never been allowed to be.
