Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“So much better than any fantasy,” Ricky croaked, his voice sounding wrecked, which was, for whatever reason, sexy beyond measure.
“Uh-huh,” Morgan agreed. He cuddled Ricky close and kissed the side of his head. “Much better. Best.”
Ricky laughed and then coughed.
“Sorry about your throat,” Morgan said bashfully. He gently petted Ricky’s neck. His mate had clearly enjoyed what they’d done, but maybe he had been too aggressive.
“I’m not.” Ricky tipped his head back and smiled. “That was awesome.”
Appreciating the smile but still concerned about his mate’s scraped voice, Morgan put his finger over Ricky’s lips. “Save your voice.”
“Are you worried my parents will hear it and know what we were up to?”
“Oh God.” Morgan’s heart rate kicked up for an entirely different and less pleasant reason than it had moments earlier. “I wasn’t until you just said that.”
Ricky cackled.
“It’s not funny.”
“Yes, it is.” His Omega cuddled close to him. “Come on, Alpha, admit it.”
“Maybe if it was happening to someone else.”
“Funny is funny.” Ricky kissed his chest. “And something tells me you need to laugh more.”
“That is probably true.”
“Probably need to come more too based on what you told me earlier.”
“That’s also true.”
Ricky grinned up at him. “Good thing I’m here then, right?”
“That.” Morgan kissed his mate’s forehead, the tip of his nose, and then his lips. “Is definitely true.”
***
“We’ll be able to hear him if he wakes up,” Morgan assured Ricky as he set the monitor on the bedside table. “I tested it out.”
He had found the monitor in a closet they used to store extra supplies for when guests visited. The bassinet had been there too. Morgan’s personal space in the Alpha house had a television room, a den, and a bedroom. He set Alex up in the den and made a note to change the space into a nursery.
“Thank you for doing that.” Ricky sat on the bed, the comforter pulled up to his waist, and looked at the door Morgan had just closed. “I’ve never slept apart from him.”
“Do you want me to bring him in here?” Morgan took a step backward. “It’s not a problem.”
“No.” Ricky shook his head and his cheeks darkened. “I’ve been looking forward to having this time alone with you.” He shrugged. “I'm just going to miss him.”
Morgan pushed his underwear down and then climbed onto the bed, resting his knees on either side of Ricky’s hips. “I met him less than twenty-four hours ago and I miss him too.” He placed both palms on Ricky’s chest, covering him fully from one end to the other. “How about we have our adult time and then we can check on him. Make sure he’s sleeping well in there?”
“Yeah, okay.” Just that small touch and Ricky already sounded breathless.
“You sure?” Morgan leaned down and nibbled on Ricky’s earlobe. He loved the scent of his mate’s arousal, loved watching him succumb to his need.
“Uh-huh.” He tilted his head to the side, leaving more skin exposed.
“We can convert that room into a nursery.” He slid his hands up Ricky’s back and onto his shoulders.
“It’s your space. You shouldn’t have to…” Morgan dug into Ricky’s muscles, massaging and soothing. “You shouldn’t have to…”
“Not have to, want to. And it’s our space.”
“Our space,” Ricky repeated, but Morgan wasn’t sure he understood what he was saying.
He carefully lowered his mate onto his back, stretched out above him, and slid his lips over Ricky’s. “Mmm,” he moaned at the taste of the one person destined to be his. “Perfect.” He kissed Ricky again, the press of lips transitioning into the twining of tongues at the same time the blanket got pushed aside. Before long, his nude body was tangled with his Omega’s.
“Morgan,” Ricky gasped, hips bucking. “Alpha.”
“I’ll take care of you, Omega.” He tipped onto his side and lapped at Ricky’s chin, his neck, and his shoulder while blindly reaching for the lubricant on the nightstand. “Going to make you feel good.”
“You already do.” Ricky gazed at him, his expression blissful.
Over the past few months, Morgan had spent many lonely nights dreaming about being with his mate this way, and now that it was happening, the reality was exponentially better. With one hand, he caressed Ricky’s nipple, and with the other, he flipped the bottle open. He coated his fingers and reached down, smoothing his fingers over Ricky’s erection, down his balls, and finally into his crease.
“Yes.” Ricky planted both feet on the bed and angled his hips up. “Inside.”
“Love how you ask for what you want.” Morgan pressed his finger against Ricky’s hole and slowly pushed inside. “I’ll always give it to you.”
“Lord.” Ricky stretched his neck back and grappled for Morgan’s arms, digging his fingertips into them. “That’s incredible.”
“Ever had anything inside you this way?” Morgan’s words were strained, his breathing uneven.
“Nuh-uh.” Ricky shook his head. “It’s so good.”