Page 46 of His Pretty Omega
I moaned again, when he parted my cheeks and the head of his cock breached my slick hole. He held my hips roughly as he pulled me back onto his thick length, spreading and filling me.
“Fuck, yes!” I hissed, the slight burn amping up my desire.
“Hold on, love,” he commanded, and I braced my palms against the slick tiles. Hot water cascaded over us, the air turning humid around us. Alex held me by my hips, slamming me onto his cock again and again, hard and fast like I had demanded. I was helpless to do anything beyond pant, keen, and wail, as my orgasm rushed over me.
He followed behind me a second later, holding me tightly against his rigid body, as his cock swelled inside me and I felt the hot rush of his cum filling me up. He pulled out way too soon, before his knot could bind us together. While I knew he had done it because we had people waiting on us, my hole ached at the emptiness.
His body was still wrapped around mine though, and my head fell back against his shoulder as we both worked to steady our breathing. His hands roamed over my belly, soothing. We both laughed softly when the baby kicked at his hand, likely woken up by our morning antics.
“Welcome home, Seth,” Alex whispered in my ear.
I smiled softly. Home.
“What in the ever-loving fuck is that?” I demanded, hands on my hips as I stared out the kitchen window into the backyard.
When we arrived at my apartment, Bennett had the moving party well in hand. Within a few hours, everything had been loaded onto the moving truck, and even the stuff to be donated or tossed had been taken care of. Now we were all back at Alex’s house–our house–everything unloaded and waiting to be unpacked.
“What’s happening out there?” Wade Sinclair demanded, coming up on my side to see what I was looking at.
“I do like to see a bunch of alphas doing our bidding,” Quinn Sinclair commented, flanking my other side.
Bennett took a spot next to Wade, all of us peeking outside at the activity going on.
“What are Alex and Asher whispering about?” Bennett wondered aloud, taking my attention from the two Sinclair alphas that were unboxing some kind of contraption in the yard.
So far they had unboxed several metal poles that were going to be…I had no clue what-so-fucking-ever.
Sure enough though, my mate and my boss had their heads together, both of them with their cell phones out, clearly up to something. As we watched, Alex called to Finn, and then the three of them were huddled together, heads shaking, and whispering conspiratorially.
“I’m afraid to ask,” I muttered, “but nothing good, I’m sure.”
Pointing as Quinn’s husband, Lachlan, joined his two brothers in whatever fuckery they were up to, I repeated. “What the fuck is that?”
Wade pushed up further on his tip toes so he could get a better look. After a moment, he declared, “Swing set.”
“Swing set?” I squeaked. “Not happening.”
Bennett shrugged, “Never too early, I guess.”
“The fuck it’s not.” I huffed. “Those things are nothing but stitches and broken bones. Ask me how I know.”
Quinn snickered, “Look, it’s got a baby swing. Rory and Patrick loved their baby swing.”
Rubbing a hand over my belly, I stared, horrified at the thought of putting my baby in that piece of plastic with leg holes. “They won’t even be able to hold their head up.”
“But by next spring they will, and they’ll love it,” Gabe Carmichael, Asher’s alpha mate, sat down the two boxes he’d been carrying. I guess when you’re a Kodiak bear shifter carrying two boxes was nothing.
“Well, you might want to get out there and help them,” Quinn turned to look at our hulking friend over his shoulder. “Lachlan can’t be trusted with directions like that. Seth is already freaked out by the swing set, as it is. We don’t want him worrying that the swing is going to come crashing to the ground with his child in it.”
Looking at all our horrified expressions, he tacked on, “Ask me how I know. Thankfully, I still had a hold of Patrick when it started to come down and no one was hurt.”
“Realllyyy?” Wade drew the word out with many syllables and skepticism.
“Let me clarify; my child wasn’t hurt. Let’s just say I will forever have something to hold over Lach’s head until we die.”
“Jamie seems like he would be able to put it together though,” Wade observed. “I’d put my money on him over Brendan any day.”
“Anyone want to bet on which Sinclair brother can put a swing set together properly?” Quinn seemed ready to take our money.
