Taking one last look at my handywork –the shimmering metal of the caskets, the stained glass sparkling in the afternoon sun, the stone floor that a speck of dust wouldn’t have dared to light upon- I pulled the door closed. It swung easily on the freshly oiled hinges and the antique skeleton key turned cleanly in the recently graphited lock. Even the small lawn surrounding the building was neat and tidy, devoid of weeds. I was truly out of excuses to stay, so I went.
It was early evening when I pulled into my driveway. I’d considered stopping to eat along the way but wasn’t able to convince myself to when everything that I put in my mouth tasted like cardboard.
Stepping through my front door, my heart clenched when I was blasted by Paul’s scent still lingering in the air. Like anise and sweet brown sugar with a touch of ginger all sweetened by the overlying scent of the honey bodywash I’d given him on his birthday. After so many hours, I’d expected it to be nearly gone but it wasn’t. Not even close.
Mentally chastising myself for pointless self-pity, I stripped out of my clothes in the laundry room and headed straight for the shower. After four days without washing, gamey didn’t even begin to describe the funk clinging to me.
I scrubbed and rinsed and repeated until my skin was tingling and there was no doubt I was clean. Tossing my towel over the drying rack, I pattered to the bed through the dimly lit room, never mind that it was only eight-thirty at night. Three nights of sleeping on the rocky ground had me more than ready for a good long sleep in a soft, comfortable bed. Sliding beneath the light comforter, I froze when I encountered a warm, familiar, and very naked body.
“Paul?” I nearly choked on the whisper, wondering if I’d well and truly lost my grip on reality.
“It’s me,” his sleepy voice murmured as he snuggled back against me, my arm instinctively wrapping over his waist, my palm resting on the bump that was Bun’s safe haven.
“Sorry,” I automatically apologized and started to pull away. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“No,” Paul said with a soft laugh. “But Ididknow that you were here and this is your bed, so why are you apologizing?”
Good question.
“You want me to stay?” I needed clarification before I let my hopes get up even a little.
“I want a lot more than that,” Paul huffed, trying to drag me back to spooning him by my wrist. “But for right now, I want you to hold me.”
I gulped. “I can do that,” I agreed, gathering my precious Omega against my body, allowing my hand to stroke over the sweet baby bump.
“Relax, Alpha,” Paul yawned, bringing my other hand to his lips for a kiss. “Director Keir explained everything.”
“He did?”
“Uh-huh and you’re an idiot,” he mumbled, holding my hand to his chest.
If it meant having Paul back in my arms, I could live with that.
I leaned ever so slightly forward to rub my nose in the crook of his neck, sucking in the uniquelyPaulscent of him. “Good night, Tiger.”
A giant sigh rumbled out of the man in my arms, his body relaxing completely. “’Night.”
~*~
I don’t know how long I lay awake, soaking up the pleasure of having my missing piece again as I obsessed about what Paul had meant bya lot more,but when I woke to the warm, wet heat of his mouth engulfing my morning wood, I started to get an inkling.
“Paul? What are you doing?”
A shiver ran through me as his laugh vibrated around the sensitive flesh he held in his mouth. Drawing down, he sucked lightly as he pulled off, making me curse. “Seriously? Either you’re still asleep or I’m not doing it right.”
That surprised a laugh out of me. “Oh, you’re definitely doing it right.”
“Yeah?” Paul nuzzled into my groin, stopping to suck one of my balls into his mouth and pulling a deep moan from me.
“Fuck, yeah.”
Another chuckle vibrated through my sack and I nearly unloaded right then. “Language, Alpha.”
“Get up here,” I growled, winding my fingers into the soft waves of hair under my hand and tugging lightly.
Releasing me with a loudpop,Paul crawled over me, sparks shooting through my nerves as each inch of his smooth skin rubbed against mine in his travels. He stopped when his taint brushed against the steel of my cock, throwing his head back and moaning as he ground against me, the slick coating me leaving no doubt in my mind that he was ready for me.
Physically, anyway.
