Page 63 of His Reward
“Wait, aren’t we going home?” he asked once we were in my car, driving out toward his condo instead of the firehouse.
“Yep,” I said with a smile. “We’re going home.”
“The condo?” he asked, confusion rippling from him.
I nodded. “Your mom moved out yesterday. She got that new place farther down the beach with the money she took out of your parents’ joint account. She’s only renting, at least until the divorce is finalized and she gets her share of your parents’ estate, but she’s really happy about it.”
Lucien knew most of that, but he was still confused as we drove out to the condo, parked, and went inside.
Bea was fantastic. She hadn’t just cleaned the place up when she left, she’d redecorated, making the condo look like it should be in a magazine or something. More than that, she’d converted the unused second bedroom into an adorable nursery.
“Mom did all this?” Lucien asked, looking around the nursery with wide eyes and a racing heart, hand pressed over the slight bump of his belly.
“She loved doing all this,” I said. “She said decorating the nursery was her reward for everything she had to go through with your father.”
“She’s done an amazing job,” Lucien said. His gaze traveled around the room once more before landing on me. “This is some reward.”
“You’re my reward,” I told him, pulling him into an embrace and cupping the side of his face. “You’re my reward for waiting all this time for the perfect omega to come along and for trusting my gut and staying by your side.”
“I guess you could say I’m your gold medal,” Lucien said, grinning cheekily up at me.
I laughed. “You’re so much more than that.”
I slanted my mouth over his, kissing him with my whole heart. He’d become so much a part of me that I could have gone on kissing him forever.
“I want you,” Lucien whispered when we finally stopped for breath. “I want to feel you inside me and all around me. Right now.”
I couldn’t help myself. “Um, not right here in the baby’s room, though.”
He laughed. “Of course not.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room, then around the corner into his bedroom. Bea had left the place spotless. There was even a faint hint of lavender in the air. But it wasn’t nearly as tempting as Lucien’s strawberry ice cream scent.
“Take me, alpha,” Lucien ordered as we both tried to strip out of our clothes while still touching and kissing each other as much as we could. “Take me and make me yours.”
“You’re awfully bossy for a sub,” I laughed, though it was clear we weren’t playing some scene. We were just loving each other.
“I belong to you and you belong to me,” he said, pulling his shirt off over his head then helping me tug mine off as well. “That means I can tell you what to do, and right now, I want you to fuck me silly.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” I said, undoing my jeans and getting rid of them as fast as I could as Lucien stepped out of his training pants.
“Oh yeah?” Lucien asked, standing straight and showing off his entire, gorgeous body to me, his cock standing proud.
I laughed deep in my throat and kicked my jeans aside before all but tackling him onto the bed. “Yeah,” I said.
We had to squirm around a little to pull back the bedcovers and end up the right way around in the bed. As soon as we did, I spread Lucien on his back under me and started kissing my way from his lips, down his neck, and across his shoulders and chest on both the good side and the bad side indiscriminately.
“I love the way your body is already changing,” I said between kisses, then closed my mouth around one of his enlarged nipples to suck.
Lucien made a sound that had blood rushing straight to my cock and arched his body against mine. “Boston,” he panted, like he was already so worked up with lust that he couldn’t speak.
I loved him that way. I loved my omega every way, but there was something special about him when he was horny and unfettered. His libido could be off the charts, which was perfect, since mine usually was, too.
“So beautiful,” I said as I continued to kiss every part of him, paying special attention to the slight swell of his stomach.
I couldn’t wait to see him get bigger and rounder as our baby grew in him. I hoped my omega would be just as eager for my cock when he was about to burst as he was now. Flashes of what it would be like to fuck him when he was on his hands and knees, his belly extended under him and his chest full of milk kickedmy arousal up another notch. I’d heard somewhere that sexual stimulation could cause mammary glands to shoot milk during sex. I was definitely looking forward to that.
“I need to be in you,” I panted as I reached the base of his belly.
