Page 28 of Omega's Midlife Love
Chapter 10 - Alan
David was soft in my arms, and absolutely stunning in the early morning light. Purple marks decorated his shoulders from where I’d needed some way to make it clear that this omega was mine.
I wouldn’t put a claiming bite on him, no matter how much I wanted to see it on his neck. Not without talking with him about it first.
But it wasn’t time for that discussion. We’d both been alone long enough that there was no need to rush. I would court him properly, and prove that I really wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
My knot released, the third one of the night, and he let out a contented little sigh as I slipped from him.
I carefully crawled out of his bed, determined not to wake him, and walked into the small bathroom in the hall. I wet a washcloth, then returned to clean him.
David barely stirred as I coaxed him into position, and hummed softly in his sleep as I wiped the combined spend and slick from him. I had no doubts he’d be sore, especially after not having had an alpha in so long. But once we’d come together it was like we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
I traced a finger down his jaw, and smiled when he leaned into the touch. Then I kissed his shoulder before tip-toeing from the bedroom.
I made my way to the kitchen, thinking that I needed to feed him, but was quickly stumped when I opened the fridge.
I’d had private chefs my whole life, and the few times I’d tried to cook for myself I’d failed miserably. Waking my omega with a smoke alarm wouldn’t exactly be the best start to a relationship.
I sighed, quietly snuck back into the bedroom, and retrieved my pants. I pulled them on, then dug my cell phone from the pocket and opened a delivery app.
I could handle delivery. Maybe it wasn't as romantic as a home-cooked breakfast, but it was far more romantic than a kitchen fire.
After a few minutes of browsing I decided on a breakfast of croque madames and some croissants from a nearby French bistro. I made sure that I switched the delivery address to David’s apartment, then I set to making sure that everything would be ready for my gorgeous omega to wake up.
After setting the table I decided that the only thing missing was flowers. I’d have to have Victor get him some later, or maybe Antonio.
I shook my head. Victor at least knew about my feelings for David. I was sure that Antonio had his suspicions, but he hadn’t worked for me long enough for me to gauge his potential reaction.
With the table ready I turned to see how else I could make it a good morning for David. I went to the single bathroom, but decided that there wasn’t much I could do with just a shower besides maybe lighting a few candles.
The thought of slipping into a tub of hot water and wrapping my arms around him crossed my mind, and I decided that I’d need to treat him to an evening in my hot tub, and probably my bed. My cock threatened to harden again at the thought, but I managed to keep it down.
I chuckled. My cock seemed to think that both David and I had the stamina of teenagers. Not that I didn’t want to wake him up by burying myself inside him again, but I knew he needed his rest.
Noise started to filter in from outside. Doors closing, traffic, children laughing and yelling as they went outside to play. It was a reminder of how different his living situation was. I looked around, thinking that his entire apartment could fit into one of my living rooms.
It was going to be a process to work David into my life as a mate rather than an employee. At what point in courting him was it appropriate to ask him to move in? When was the right time to ask him to resign from being my chef to instead step into the role of partner? There were so many things to consider, and I didn’t want to screw things up. He was too important to me.
A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. I turned and opened it to see the delivery man there. I blinked and started laughing. It was the same twenty-something from the night before.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Alan Beischel?” he asked, an embarrassed tone in his voice.
“Yes.”
“I have your delivery from Cafe Paris.”
“Great. Do you need ID or card verification?”
He shook his head, face coloring with a blush. “I’m good.”
It was then that I realized that I’d only put on pants, not a shirt. I chuckled and accepted the bag. “Thanks for your work.”
He nodded and scurried off.
I shook my head and walked back in, carrying the bag to the table. Then I snagged my phone, opened the app, and made sure I left a sizable tip for the young man, who was likely traumatized after the two encounters.
David shuffled from the bedroom only a moment later, only wearing pajama pants, moving slowly and obviously sore.
