Once we got home, Preston changed into his favorite robe, and I slipped on some sweats, and then we settled on the couch to watch a replay of the big Thanksgiving Parade on TV. After the hosts finished discussing the holiday traditions and showed a giant three-story-high turkey balloon, Preston turned in my arms, looking serious.
“Are you sure you didn't want to go, Joe? I know your father is an asshole, but it’s Thanksgiving.”
Preston had been worrying about the holiday all week since I told him my mom asked when I’d be arriving for Thanksgiving and I told her I wasn’t. I told her everything, and she had no idea what Father had done. She was mortified.
“I’m sure, handsome. My mom told me to spend it with you this year. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Besides, we had your doctor’s appointment and found out we’re going to be a family of four next year, not three. There’s no other place I’d rather be.”
Preston’s face relaxed and some of the tension eased from his shoulders. I pulled him over next to me on the sofa, turned him around, and rubbed his shoulders gently.
“God, that feels so good. I’m glad you aren’t going. If you went, then I would have had to go, and as much as I want to meet your mom, I couldn’t be in the same room as your dad again any time soon.”
“He stepped over the line this time, and I’m not sure there’s any coming back from that.” I leaned forward, kissed him just under his ear, and got a moan that was much different from the one the shoulder rub had elicited.
“Mmmm, Joe, that spot is—” Before he could finish his sentence, I licked the same spot, then nibbled at his ear lobe. “Fuck, that feels so good.” My hands roamed down from his shoulder to his chest. Parting his robe, I pulled the belt loose, then opened the material, so he was more exposed.
“You’re so beautiful, handsome.” My hands slid down his lightly furred chest, tweaking his nipples as I went. His moans were getting deeper and needier the more I played. His cock was full and hard just from my kisses and touches. The surge of pride at being able to please and take care of him made my head spin.
We hadn’t had much intimate contact like this in the weeks since we’d decided to become a couple because of the morning sickness, which still occasionally reared its ugly head even with my presence being almost constant now. I hadn’t wanted to push for more, and we’d both been content with cuddles and kisses. But just the way Preston’s pregnancy hormones made him more sensitive and his nesting urges were already starting to pop up. My alpha urges were starting to come out, too. I wanted to take care of him and the baby. I wanted to provide everything possible to make their lives easier, safer, and pleasurable.
“Are you feeling alright, handsome?” I gently kissed his other shoulder, then kissed up until I could lick and nibble the same spot under his ear on this side.
“I feel fucking fantastic right now. Please keep doing that. It’s been so long.”
And that was all the encouragement I needed. I pulled him back until he was nestled between my legs. I put my arms around him and spread his robe wide, so he was completely exposed. My hands settled over his belly, which was just starting to show a small pooch. I rubbed the place where our babies were nestled safely, and that flare of protectiveness went to my head again. This was my mate, and he was carrying our babies. As my hands inched lower toward his stiff cock, I decided to share how I felt at that moment.
“I’ve drifted from one thing to another my whole adult life, you know.” I took one finger and swiped the precome that was leaking from his tip, causing a jolt and a whine. “I was looking for something, but I didn’t know what it was.” I brought the glistening finger to Preston’s lips and painted them with his juices. He tried to suck the finger in, but I pulled away and went back to his cock, this time spreading his juices all down his length until he was slick and ready.
I tipped his head to the side with my other hand until he was looking at me. “I was looking for you, Preston Page. You and our family are the purposes I’ve been searching for. I know it might seem too fast, but in my soul, I know it’s meant to be.”
I kissed his lips hungrily, tasting his juices as they mingled with the now familiar tang of something indefinable, it was the taste of my mate, and it was intoxicating. My hand was pumping him while we kissed as he squirmed and bucked, trying to get more friction. His moans and whimpers were becoming my new favorite meal.
“I love you, Preston.” I breathed the words against his lips, swollen from my kisses and rubbed red from my scruff. I squeezed him, then increased my speed on his cock to bring the pleasure I needed to give him.
“Oh, God.” He bucked, but I held him still, so I was doing most of the work. “Joe. Mmmm, fuck.” He was almost there. Cradling him in my arms, I felt the tension coil in his muscles just before the first of his release shot out, covering my hand and shooting out spurts onto his belly. “I love you, too, Joe.”
I rubbed the milky puddle into the skin on his belly. “I did that. I made you come. I made you feel good.”
He stretched and covered my hand with his, helping me paint his growing tummy. “Yes, you did. You made me feel fucking fantastic.”
My fingers traced where I imagined our babies were floating in there, loved and safe. Elemental pride surged in me when I thought about how we’d created two lives.
“I put a baby in you.”
Preston held his breath and clutched at my hand on his abdomen. Even though he’d just had a massive orgasm, his cock tried to twitch.
“Say that again.”
Hmmm, that was interesting. My lips grazed over his earlobe, soft as a whisper, while I explored this new discovery.
“Fucked you so good. I put two of my babies in you.”
Preston tensed and groaned, then arched back for a deep kiss.
“You begged for it, didn’t you?” When he didn’t answer fast enough, I bit down on his earlobe and watched his nipples pebble up into enticing peaks of pleasure. “Answer me, or the game stops, handsome.”
“Yes. I begged for it.” The words were strained from his admission.
“Tell me what you begged for. Or do you want me to say it?”
