CHAPTER 11
Alex
The last thing I want to do tomorrow is go to work. But we still have the entire day to spend with Hudson.
Fuck, I hope he’s understanding about our work schedule. There are plenty of staff around to ensure he’s safe and to help him if he needs something or even gets turned around in our large house.
I hadn’t meant to show him the playroom. It just happened. If that’s what convinced him, I’m not sorry. Could be seen as manipulative, sure, but it felt right.
Problem is I’m so fucking drawn to Hudson, as in more than simply wanting him to carry our child.
We didn’t want to add an omega. Not that we didn’twantone, we simply felt our life was complete the three of us.
Okay. Another half-truth. We were complete as a pack, but we’ve wanted a family pretty much since we became bonded mates.
We tried adoption, but no agency wants three male alphas. We were escorted out once for asking if the same rules applied to bonded female alphas. That was the day I stopped apologizing for wanting a family.
Pushing all that shit away, I move around the kitchen quietly, making pancakes, eggs, and bacon. The coffee’s brewing, and I’m already picturing waking Hudson with breakfast in bed. I can’t wait to spoil the shit out of him.
Guilt gnaws at me. We work long hours, and he’ll spend a lot of days here alone. Spoiling him won’t change that.
He’ll be left in this giant house alone with the exception of when we’re able to take off time for heat leave.
Shit. Didheneed to take off time from work, as well? I don’t remember asking him about his personal life, about his family or work life or friends.
We’re literally asking him to turn his life upside down for us and we haven’t bothered warning him about our work schedules.
Setting the food and a mug of coffee on the tray, I grab the bowl of sugar and bottle of creamer and set them beside the plates. I have no idea how Hudson takes his coffee but want to make sure we have everything he needs.
Des shuffles in wearing sweats that hang low enough to make focusing impossible. He kisses me, then reaches for the coffee.
“Waking our omega,” I say.
He frowns. “He’s not ours, Alex.”
“Maybe not yet.” The ache in my chest says otherwise.
Thing is, I feel a pang of sorrow trickling through the bond from Des, too. He feels the same sense of loss over the fact this entire thing is temporary. Not like dating someone and not knowing whether it’ll work, but we’re going into this knowingthe day will come when we all say goodbye and he moves back to his apartment.
“Hey,” I say, turning on my heel and carefully balancing the tray with both hands. “We need to get the information about his apartment so we can make sure it’s paid while he’s gone. I’ll find out if there’s any furniture or anything specific he wants to bring here other than the rest of his wardrobe. Oh, and did he mention having a job?”
“You talked to him more than I did,” Des says as his cheeks grow bright pink.
Yeah, no. We might have talked a little while I was giving him a tour of the rest of the house, but most of the time we were alone was spent with his perfect cock in my mouth.
Simply the memory of how good he tasted makes my dick twitch and thicken in my sweats.
Desmond’s eyes dart down then back up to my face, and yep, his cheeks have grown pinker.
The difference between my two mates is so crazy. Where Mason is super dominant in the bedroom, Des is gentle and sweet.
Des is soft everywhere but in court – there he’s all teeth.
Puckering my lips, I blow him a kiss and make my way to the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. We have a couple rooms downstairs, as well, but those are guest rooms with a few we delegated for our children’s rooms.
Those rooms are no different than the playroom – untouched.
For now.
