Marco and Shawn had gotten jobs. Marco at the bakery in town, Shawn at the bar, so they were not around as much, although they seemed to be settling in very well.
Apparently, Maddox, Zander, Nix, Ronin, Finn, and Dax had started digging into everyone that could have helped Anton and also if there were any other setups like he’d been in.
“So what do you want to do today, babe?” Ronin pulled him so he was sitting between his legs.
Ollie took another bite of his sandwich—it was tuna, pickles, mayo, and boiled eggs all mashed together—before he shrugged. “Anything that involves the couch,” he supplied.
Even though he hadn’t gotten morning sickness like Devon had, he was hungry and tired all the time. Still, his weight wasn’t quite where Ryder wanted it to be.
“How're you feeling, babe?” Ronin nuzzled his neck, his arms cradling his small bump.
“Good.” Ollie snuggled into Ronin’s chest. “Although I’m better now that you’re here.”
“Nowhere else I’d rather be.” Ronin nuzzled his mating mark, as had become his thing, and he couldn’t help the shiver that went through his body or the way his cock stiffened.
“Mmm,” Oliver murmured, and he shifted. He could feel Ronin’s cock poking him in his back.
“What you watching?” Ronin murmured in his ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.
“Fuck,” Oliver cursed. Ronin had slipped into his sweats, his hand wrapping around Ollie’s hard cock.
“Is the show any good,” his mate asked, while teasing the tip.
“What… huh?” Ollie lifted his hips trying to get more friction on his cock.
“No,” Ronin said, and nipped his neck.
Ollie moaned and whined, “Please.”
“Don’t worry, mate. I’ll give you exactly what you need.” Ro nibbled his mate’s neck.
Ollie used both hands to pull his sweats down just enough to release his cock.
“Are you needy, love,” Ronin whispered.
“Please,” Ollie whined.
“Okay, my mate,” Ronin said as he reached into the coffee table drawer pulled out a small bottle of lube. “I won’t make you wait any longer.”
Ollie chuckled, and Ro looked down at him. “What? It pays to be prepared.”
As he finished speaking, he caressed Ollie’s cock, which turned his laugh into a low moan. When Ro released his mate’s cock to pop the top on the bottle, Oliver looked up at him and let out a whimper.
“One second, love.”
“Please…” Ollie begged again.
Ro slicked up his hand, reached back down, and glided his fingers over the vein that ran up Oliver’s cock, from root to tip, while he started to suck on the sensitive spot behind his ear.
It was Ro’s turn to chuckle as Ollie’s back arched and he pushed his hips seeking more friction. The alpha wrapped his hand around the throbbing shaft and slowly began to stroke.
“Oh, my goddess. Ro, please. Faster,” Ollie continued to beg, the sensations making his mind focus only on the pleasure he was experiencing.
Ronin continued to suck and nibble slowly down his mate’s neck as he tightened his grasp and sped up the pace, making sure to swipe his thumb across the leaking crown on every upward pass.
“Fuck. Like that… just like that,” Ollie said, through ragged breaths. “I’m not going to last.”
He could already feel a tingling at the base of his spine that began spreading through his body.
