Page 6 of Omega Dragon Manny
He then growled with the need to get closer to the man.
My dragon was being a pain in the ass.
Just as things got quiet in the family room, the food was done. After draining the pasta, I gave it a toss with the sauce and then plated up generous servings next to side salads. Nothing fancy, but it smelled good. “Dinner’s ready.” I kept my voice low and was glad I did because when I peeked around the kitchen archway, Clark was putting a sleeping Betsy between her equally unconscious brothers on the blanket.
Clark was huge and built like a linebacker. All broad shoulders and those alpha forearms that looked strong enough to carry a car, but when he cradled those tiny babies in his arms, he was so gentle that my middle practically fluttered. He may not have expected to be a dad, but he was damn good at it.
There was nothing sexier than a big, tough alpha who kissed the heads of his babies before looking up at me and smiling.
Damn, that did something to me.
I could feel myself grinning like an idiot, and when Clark caught me looking, his cheeks pinked as if he got caught doing something he shouldn’t. But he was doing exactly what he needed to be doing. For himself and those babies. And maybe for me too. “Hungry?”
“Starving.” His gaze was heavy as he walked toward me as if looking right into my soul. As he got within a few inches of me, he inhaled deeply. “Smells delicious.”
“Just pasta.” I bit my lip and swallowed, feeling the weight of his attention like a blanket covering every inch of me.
His head cocked, and he opened his mouth as if he were going to say something else but then thought better of it. “My favorite.”
We sat down to eat, and I had to force down a few bites because I was so distracted by the hungry alpha across from me. For the first time in my life, a perfect future seemed within reach. I could imagine raising these three babies in this house with Clark…and maybe even adding one or two more to the brood.
Clark obviously prioritized his new family and was committed to being a good father. Maybe if I played my cards right, he could see me as more than just the manny. Maybe he could see me as his dragon omega too.
When I first got hired as a manny, I was taught that we needed to know our place. We weren’t friends or family, no matter how much our families might make us feel like we were or in some cases full-out stated it. They told us that forgetting this would only lead to heartache.
And maybe it would, but right now I saw my place being underneath Clark, naked and slick. No amount of logic was going to change my mind, and if that led to heartache, then so be it. Because ignoring these feelings would be so much worse. I had to at least try. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t.
6
CLARK
Back in my twenties, I’d spent many nights in strangers’ beds. Sometimes by accident, and sometimes out of boredom, but rarely was I with anyone whose name I could recall after sunrise. I had no regrets. I hadn’t been in a place to have someone permanent in my life, and it was better to be upfront and honest about that than it was to lead an omega on.
I was no longer that alpha. Partly because my needs and interests had both waned over the years. Not because I didn’t want a partner or didn’t get horny. That was a yes on both accounts, but when I was busy, I was busy busy. I could go months before seeking out a hookup simply because I didn’t slow down enough to realize I could use an outlet.
But after just one day with Beau Draco in my house, my jaw was clenched and my heart racing like I just ran a marathon as I lay in my bed and tried to behave.
Behaving had never, never been easy for me, but this was on a whole new level. I was attracted to him more than I’d ever been attracted to anyone. I only needed to think his name and my body came alive. And when we were alone in a room together,the kids sleeping peacefully in another room, it was a miracle I hadn’t reached out and touched the poor man.
He was here for a job. I was his boss. Nothing could happen between us, no matter how much I longed for it.
The first thing I did after kissing the babies good night and thanking Beau for jumping right into the mix was to shut my bedroom door and yank off my jeans to finally give my hard-on some space. I felt guilty acting this way, but it couldn’t be helped. When I was around him, my body reacted. It wasn’t like I was doing it on purpose.
My cock had been in varying states of hardness since I woke up from my nap. Coming earlier had done little to alleviate my neediness. If anything it only made it worse. I finally had a moment to take care of it, and I was taking advantage of it. Just getting the jeans off was a huge relief. Literally and figuratively.
Once I was fully naked, I dropped onto my back and immediately started stroking myself, already close with just the image of Beau dancing in my mind. I was going to be quiet this time. Or at least quieter. I didn’t need to haunt the man with my masturbation audio. He didn’t get paid enough for that. I wasn’t sure I was paying him enough for the job I hired him for. I was going to have to ask around at work what the current rates were and not go by the agency’s recommendations alone.
Maybe ten hours total had passed since Beau stepped into my house, but I didn’t need more time than that to know he was different.
He was special.
The way he looked at me when I was holding the babies made me see just how desperate he was to have what I suddenly had. Andmade my mind wander just far enough to imagine we could have this thing together. This insta-family that he fell right into as if he always belonged. Each other.
Just as I felt my spine tense and my balls pull up, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. With the house quiet, I knew it wasn’t urgent, so I held my breath and relaxed into the climax that came fast and hard. Whoever was calling could wait.
Beau’s gorgeous face was like a billboard behind my eyelids as my body erupted with the pent-up tension that had been building for most of the day. I slammed my mouth shut, not wanting so much as a moan to escape, but that wasn’t what was threatening to come from my lips. No, that was his name. A random groan could mean I was getting off to porn. Embarrassing, sure, but not personal. His name? That would mean I was doing exactly what I was doing, and there was no way that was anything but personal.
For a few moments, I lay in my mess and just breathed in the content feeling in my body. When my phone buzzed again, I wiped my belly with my t-shirt before reaching for it.
