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Philip laughed. “As if Trent will be your last.”
Liam blushed, and Alex nosed his neck. “I think your brother is suggesting we have another.”
Liam swatted at Alex. “Don’t even think about it, unless you want to find the financing for either a new house or an addition.”
“So you’re saying yes if I can find us the room?”
Liam sighed, and everybody laughed.
“You boys had better start staggering your pregnancies better,” papa called from across the room. “Do you think knitted blankets just come out of nowhere?”
Everybody who hadn’t been laughing before joined in.
As awkward as it had initially been, I found myself liking Gabe’s family.
I just wished they were more progressive in their attitudes about omegas and could see him for the brilliant and capable man he was.
Chapter 11 - Gabe
Icouldn’t decide if I was in heaven or hell.
Christian had spent the past three nights in my bed, and it was driving me crazy with need. I’d gotten up immediately the other mornings to keep him from seeing my hard-on but I just wanted to enjoy it for once.
We were getting married in a matter of hours, and it was a bittersweet feeling.
The joking conversation from the other night weighed heavily on me. I wanted to be a real part of Christian’s family, with his mark on my neck, and his baby growing in my belly.
Had he really been looking at me like he wanted to see me pregnant?
Christian shifted in his sleep and slid his arm over me, holding me in place so he could spoon up behind me.
I squeezed my eyes shut and turned to bury my nose in his chest.
His arm tightened at my waist, then he made a few noises as he started to wake.
I looked up at him, his eyes still half-closed.
He was so handsome, and I couldn’t stop myself. I shifted to kiss him, and ground my erection against his stomach.
Christian growled softly and slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring it lazily while we kissed.
I ground my dick against him again, and he grabbed my ass, pulling me to him so that his hard cock pressed against mine.
“Please,” I moaned into his mouth.
Christian stilled, and for a moment I thought I’d asked for too much, then his fingers dipped below the hem of my pajama pants.
“Just this,” he said, wrapping his fingers around my dick. “Can’t have you walking down the aisle funny.”
I shivered at the implication that he could fuck me hard enough to make me walk funny. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more of him.
I squirmed to get my pants down off my hips, then pushed his down so that I could take his gorgeous cock in hand. I gave it several long strokes, loving the heft of it against my palm.
He growled into my mouth, released my cock, then slid his hand between my ass cheeks. For a moment I thought he was going to prep me, but I quickly realized he was coating his hand with slick. Then he shifted so that he was slightly over me, removed my hand and pressed our cocks together, holding and stroking them in his hand.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. It was almost unbelievably good with the smooth skin of his shaft sliding against my own.
He thrust against me, his cock rubbing against mine just right, and my head fell back against the pillows.
