“You’re sure you don’t mind me staying with you?”
When we’d arrived back at the Omega Destiny, International the morning after our courthouse wedding, I’d given Paul the option of staying and completing his schooling -with me as his roommate, of course- or of joining me back at my home in New Mexico. I’d barely finished my sentence before Paul had jumped at the opportunity to leave the school that had been his near prison for almost five years.
“We talked about this,” I reminded him patiently, more than cognizant that it was hard for my sweet Omega to believe that he was genuinely wanted. “Of course, I want you with me. Did you change your mind?”
“No!” Paul rushed to assure me, drawing in a deep breath that I was starting to think meant he was frustrated with himself. “I just don’t want to put you out.” He hesitated. “I mean, you must have someone waiting for you to get back, right?”
I glanced over and cocked a brow. “You think I was cheating on someone when I made love to you?”
“What? No!” Paul denied, his falsehood betrayed by the flush creeping up his cheeks. “I, uh, never mind.” He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, but I could tell by the stiffness in his body that he was beating himself up over his question.
“You didn’t upset me,” I assured him calmly. “But I wasn’t even in a casual relationship when Chuck called, that was why I agreed to help Bari. You’re not going to be interfering with anything, Tiger, and I am very happy you came home with me.”
Paul’s eyes stayed closed, but he relaxed a little and his lips quirked into a small smile. “Thank you.”
“It’s still my pleasure,” I teased him, counting it as a win when he snickered. “Now, we’re still about an hour away if you want to get some more sleep.”
~*~
Being alone and being celibate are two vastly different things.
Before Chuck called me for the favor that had somehow led to me marrying a barely legal but pregnant Omega, it had been a few months since my last hook up. Not exactly a long time when one considered dry spells. Especially since it wasn’t as if I had even tried to pull anyone. As maudlin as it seems, you really do hit a point where sex for sex’s sake just isn’t worth the effort if your hand still works, and I’m ambidextrous, so, no worries there.
As for the other, I’d been alone for a very, very long time. So long, in fact, that I couldn’t even remember the last time that I’d wondered if I should start looking for another partner. That might have been why I nearly panicked when two weeks into having Paul living in my house, I began to think in terms of the future.
We spent a good amount of every day cuddling to stave off the threat of neglect and help the baby thrive, but we hadn’t had sex again. We weren’t even sharing a bed, with Paul sleeping in the master bedroom that had a smaller connected room that would work well for a nursery. Just in case he decided to stay past the three-month mark, that was. After all, Paul and the baby were still going to need physical contact from an Alpha until the pregnancy was through. Right?
I was walking down the hall past his bedroom one afternoon and I heard him gasp my name, a desperate plea for help that had me bursting through the door before I remembered that Paul didn’t know I was home so couldn’t have actually been calling me.
“What’s wrong?” I yelled, charging in and skidding to a stop at the sight that greeted me. “Oh, my.”
Paul was naked on his elbows and knees on the bed, a flush coloring his creamy white skin. One arm was stretched behind him to slide his long fingers in and out of his hole as he rubbed his leaking cock against a towel spread over the bed, still whimpering my name even as he stared at me over his shoulder in shock.
Before I could stop myself, I’d walked to the edge of the bed and laid a hand on the creamy skin of his lower back. “Do you need me, Tiger?” I asked, my voice gruff as my throat tightened.
“Please,” Paul pleaded with me, dropping his face to the bed and shoving his butt back toward me.
“I’ve got you, beautiful,” I assured him, tugging his fingers free, my mouth watering at the sight of his pink hole fluttering at the sudden emptiness. Leaning down, I licked over the sensitive skin, savoring the taste of the sweet slick that coated my tongue. “Mmm,” I hummed against his rim, my cock jumping in my pants when he shivered at the contact. “Is this okay?”
“God, yes! Please!” Paul was babbling and shoving back against my face so hard I grabbed his hips before he could break my nose.
“I’ve got you, Tiger,” I promised, settling in to give his sweet hole the attention it deserved.
By the time I pulled back, my face was covered in sweet Omega slick and Paul was shaking with the effort of keeping his knees up to support his weight. He’d long since given up and let his arms collapse so he could bury his face in the pillow, not that it was doing much to stifle the erotic sounds falling from his lips.
“Sylas,” Paul moaned my name, making my cock jump again. “Want you.”
“Yeah?” I rubbed my thumb over his loosened hole. “You want me here?”
The way his rim pulsed at the question had me unbuttoning my jeans even before his verbal response came.
“Yes!”
I eased Paul’s cheeks apart and slid in slowly, releasing a groan of my own as his tunnel tightened around me before accepting the intrusion and fitting around my length, allowing me to seat fully inside him.
As I started to move, I was struck once again at how absolutely perfectly Paul fit me and then, briefly, wondered why in the world I wasn’t trying to make him mine.
Chapter Thirteen
