Page 34 of Golden Valley
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“We’ll be able to hear him if he wakes up,” Morgan assured Ricky as he set the monitor on the bedside table. “I tested it out.”
He had found the monitor in a closet they used to store extra supplies for when guests visited. The bassinet had been there too. Morgan’s personal space in the Alpha house had a television room, a den, and a bedroom. He set Alex up in the den and made a note to change the space into a nursery.
“Thank you for doing that.” Ricky sat on the bed, the comforter pulled up to his waist, and looked at the door Morgan had just closed. “I’ve never slept apart from him.”
“Do you want me to bring him in here?” Morgan took a step backward. “It’s not a problem.”
“No.” Ricky shook his head and his cheeks darkened. “I’ve been looking forward to having this time alone with you.” He shrugged. “I'm just going to miss him.”
Morgan pushed his underwear down and then climbed onto the bed, resting his knees on either side of Ricky’s hips. “I met him less than twenty-four hours ago and I miss him too.” He placed both palms on Ricky’s chest, covering him fully from one end to the other. “How about we have our adult time and then we can check on him. Make sure he’s sleeping well in there?”
“Yeah, okay.” Just that small touch and Ricky already sounded breathless.
“You sure?” Morgan leaned down and nibbled on Ricky’s earlobe. He loved the scent of his mate’s arousal, loved watching him succumb to his need.
“Uh-huh.” He tilted his head to the side, leaving more skin exposed.
“We can convert that room into a nursery.” He slid his hands up Ricky’s back and onto his shoulders.
“It’s your space. You shouldn’t have to…” Morgan dug into Ricky’s muscles, massaging and soothing. “You shouldn’t have to…”
“Not have to, want to. And it’sourspace.”
“Our space,” Ricky repeated, but Morgan wasn’t sure he understood what he was saying.
He carefully lowered his mate onto his back, stretched out above him, and slid his lips over Ricky’s. “Mmm,” he moaned at the taste of the one person destined to be his. “Perfect.” He kissed Ricky again, the press of lips transitioning into the twining of tongues at the same time the blanket got pushed aside. Before long, his nude body was tangled with his Omega’s.
“Morgan,” Ricky gasped, hips bucking. “Alpha.”
“I’ll take care of you, Omega.” He tipped onto his side and lapped at Ricky’s chin, his neck, and his shoulder while blindly reaching for the lubricant on the nightstand. “Going to make you feel good.”
“You already do.” Ricky gazed at him, his expression blissful.
Over the past few months, Morgan had spent many lonely nights dreaming about being with his mate this way, and now that it was happening, the reality was exponentially better. With one hand, he caressed Ricky’s nipple, and with the other, he flipped the bottle open. He coated his fingers and reached down, smoothing his fingers over Ricky’s erection, down his balls, and finally into his crease.
“Yes.” Ricky planted both feet on the bed and angled his hips up. “Inside.”
“Love how you ask for what you want.” Morgan pressed his finger against Ricky’s hole and slowly pushed inside. “I’ll always give it to you.”
“Lord.” Ricky stretched his neck back and grappled for Morgan’s arms, digging his fingertips into them. “That’s incredible.”
“Ever had anything inside you this way?” Morgan’s words were strained, his breathing uneven.
“Nuh-uh.” Ricky shook his head. “It’s so good.”
That one man could be sweetly innocent and intensely erotic at the same time seemed impossible, and yet there Ricky was, writhing in pleasure underneath him.
“I’m the luckiest person in the world,” Morgan said, meaning every word. He added more slick to his fingers and then leaned down and kissed his mate as he slid a second finger into him.
“Alpha.” Ricky bucked his hips and spread his legs wider. “So full.”
“My dick is bigger than this.” Morgan panted against Ricky’s lips, moving his fingers in and out and twisting them. “If it’s too much, I can—”
“Not too much.” As if by instinct, Ricky began undulating his lower body, feet planted on the bed as he pushed toward Morgan’s hand. “It’s perfect.”
Perfect was his mate. “Omega,” Morgan rasped, his own arousal nearing its peak. “You’re incredible.” He smashed his mouth against Ricky’s, tugging on his lips and sucking on his tongue. “I’m lucky you’re mine.” When he was sure Ricky was as prepared as possible to take him, Morgan climbed between his legs and grasped his own erection. He fisted his shaft, spreading lube on it, and then dipped forward, supporting himself with one arm while he used the other to press his glans to Ricky’s pucker. “Yes,” he groaned as he sunk into tight, warm heat. “So right.” He looked down to watch himself disappear into heaven and caught sight of the crinkled skin on Ricky’s belly. The skin that blessed him with a son. His heart pounded and his chest ached with affection and gratitude. “Ricky.” When he bottomed out inside his mate, he caressed Ricky’s belly with his free hand, his wrist bumping against a rigid erection. “Gorgeous mate.”
