Page 308 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
It’s ridiculously intense.
I come twice before he finally growls out his release, palming my stomach and raking his teeth over my shoulder. I gyrate my hips trying to milk every ounce of enjoyment from his orgasm.
He finally pulls out of me, but I’m not expecting him to grab my shoulder and roll me down until I’m lying on my back. His hand slides between my legs as he hovers over me. He grins into the kiss as his top half pins me to the mattress.
“Say it again, gorgeous,” he pleads, nipping at my lips.
“I love you, Nik,” I whisper, staring up into his light blueish-green eyes.
“I know you do. I can fucking feel it.” He laughs, twisting his thick fingers in and out of me. “Let’s see if I can make youscream while I finger fuck my cum back inside your tight little cunt.”
“Please,” I beg as he hits that magical spot inside me. He drives me to the edge with his hand while he teases my tits with his tongue, and he doesn’t stop until I coat him in a combination of his seed and my slick.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he growls. His cock is hard again, and it brushes my hip as he sits up, but he ignores it. He climbs out of bed and mutters a brief apology for waking me.
He makes it up to me by carrying me to the shower and pampering the hell out of me.
The guys meet us in the kitchen for breakfast. I’ve just finished a plate of sugary French toast with orange juice when I feel the same bizarre bubbling I’ve felt the last few days.
“Are you okay?” Oliver asks, leaning close to my ear. “Are you going to puke? I can’t decide what that feeling is, but if you need to pass gas, I’ll totally claim it was me.”
He tilts his head looking so serious that a ridiculously loud giggle bursts out as my head shakes against his shoulder.
Oliver just shrugs. “I know women are funny about stuff like that.”
“I really do love you,” I tell him, staring up at his deep blue eyes. “Like a fucking lot.”
“I love you, Mel.” He leans down to kiss me, and his glasses bump my cheek like they always do. “But I really want to know what that feeling was for next time so I don’t have to ask.”
“I think maybe that’s the baby moving.” I grab his hand, lifting my shirt and lowering my skirt before placing his fingers on my bare skin.
“Wow,” Oliver whispers as his eyes fall shut. “Okay, let me focus.”
I gently push his hand deeper where the light fluttering bounces against my skin.
“What’s up?” Miller asks, wiping at his mouth with a napkin.
“Shh,” Oliver hisses.
“You won’t be able to hear it,” I say with a laugh.
“The books are right—I can’t tell if that’s gas.” He grimaces. “I mean digestion, or possibly the baby moving around.”
“No fucking way,” Nik growls, tossing his fork down. “You think it’s the baby?”
I shrug. “I’ve been feeling this kind of light spasming or fluttering for a week or two now. It took me a while to really pay attention, though.”
“That’s awesome,” Carver says, sliding his hand over and gripping my free hand.
“Yeah, it really is.” I smile.
“Okay, so I need you to remember that apparently, I show love and affection through gifts,” Nik says, glancing at the door behind him and back to me.
“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s great.”
“Famous last words,” Oliver says under his breath.
“It’s all stuff you needed,” Carver says, leaning against the wall and looking like pure sex.
