“Jackson already came to me and asked if I’d be okay with the job offer. I know they want you to handle an ops team. If that’s something you want, you should go for it. Maybeafterthe baby’s born, though?”
“He seriously came to my alpha and asked permission?” Dash said, rolling his eyes.
“Not permission so much as ensuring I wouldn’t get pissed by the offer and tear him a new asshole. I told him to go for it. I assumed you’d jump at the opportunity.”
“Six, seven months ago, I would have. My life is different now. My priorities have shifted. I need balance in my life, and I doubt I’d have that if I took the job. I also don’t know how much time I’d have for our child if I took it. I don’t want other people raising our kids, Em.”
“Kids?As in more than one?”
“We don’t know what comes next. We might have another down the road. If my body allows it.”
“You haven’t had this one yet,” Emerson said, smiling. “Maybe hold off decisions for more until then.”
“Nah,” Dash said, rubbing his belly. “This little boy deserves to have at least one sibling. Not seven of them, mind you, but I can handle two kids.”
Emerson gasped. “But I wantedeight,Dash.”
“Noooooo!”
Emerson roared with laughter.
Dash got up and sat on Emerson’s lap. “If you’re nice to me, we could start practicing for baby two tonight.”
“Aaaaah,we have to have baby one first.”
“I said try. Not necessarily succeed,” Dash replied. “Are you really that thick or do younotwant to fuck me tonight?”
Emerson trembled. “Do we have to wait until after we eat?”
“I’m starving,” Dash said, sliding off Emerson’s lap. He reached for his plate. “And we have a show to watch.”
Emerson shook his head, lifting the remote. He opened the app, but it wouldn’t allow them to log-in.
“Damn it,” Emerson said. “I think Bayley has changed the password.”
“Oh, I’m going to kill him,” Dash said. He reached for his phone, starting a text to Bayley to ask for the credentials, but deleted it. “I’m going to get our own subscription. So there.”
A few minutes later, they turned on the first episode of Cinder’s season and ate their dinner, comfy together on the couch. Midway through the second episode, they stopped paying attention to the heat on the screen and made a little of their own.
Once they were both naked, Emerson laid Dash down on the couch, sliding between his mate’s thighs. Dash’s hole was coated in slick. Since his pregnancy, he had produced the natural lubeall the time, unlike before. It made spontaneous sex a lot easier on the pair of them—and allowed only a little fingering to get Dash writhing and ready.
Emerson slid into his mate, thrusting gently as they kissed. On screen, Cinder danced around the ballroom, the music rising in tempo and pace. Emerson quickened his, thrusting into Dash along with the beat.
Dash moaned, locking his heels behind Emerson’s ass, keeping the strokes short and rapid. Emerson reached between them, using the same tempo to stroke his mate’s cock.
“I love you, Em,” Dash whispered against his lips. “I love yousomuch.”
“I love you, too, baby,” Emerson said, getting closer and closer to the edge.
When Dash’s body shook violently under him and wetness coated his palm, Emerson held tight to his control, wanting to ensure his mate got all the attention. His control snapped seconds later and he shattered, his knot locking them together as he came deep inside Dash.
They clung to one another in the aftermath, panting. Emerson’s heart raced, his body languid. Rolling them over, he lay under Dash and smiled up at the man. Dash rested his head on Emerson’s shoulder for a few minutes—until he sat upright, stretching his back.
“Are you okay?”
“Belly’s in the way,” Dash said. “We need to reconsider final positions from now on. I can’t lay on my stomach for more than a few minutes before I get uncomfortable.”
Emerson caressed Dash’s small stomach, never getting tired of seeing it grow. He grinned. “I sometimes can’t believe we’re going to have a baby.”
