It's Getting Hot in Here

by J. D. Light

  "I'm fine," he said, clearly amused. "You can sleep longer. Slick isn't open today or tomorrow, so I can stay as long as I need to."

  Forever? Probably shouldn't say that, right? Though after getting to sleep in and waking to the sight of a gorgeous man wrestling my wayward toddler, I had to admit, I was seconds away from asking… or even begging. A guy could definitely get used to this life.

  "But don't you have errands to run?"

  "A few, but some of them have to wait until tomorrow anyway because not much is open today."

  Arden reached for me, and I took him easily as Calen climbed up on the side of the bed and over to me, and I snuggled my boys, pressing kisses to their heads. "Well, I'm awake now, so you don't have to stay…" I trailed off, meeting his eyes and biting my lip. "Unless you want to."

  He watched us, a soft smile on his face for a long moment before raising a finger in the air. "Hold on."

  He disappeared for several long moments, and my bladder got the best of me, letting me know I couldn't sit there for much longer without relieving it, so I sat the boys aside and ran to the adjoining bathroom, not at all surprised when they followed me inside, both immediately doing their best to climb over the ledge of the tub in an effort to get to the shampoo and conditioner.

  Calen, though shy, was the best climber of the two, and just like I'd feared, he was already maneuvering his cute little diapered butt over the side, and if I wouldn't have caught him when I did, it would have only been a matter of seconds before he'd be sharing a bottle of something with his brother, who would have happily shared it with ever surface of my house.

  I figured I should take a moment to brush my teeth and did so quickly while using my legs and feet to herd the boys around the bathroom in order to keep them out of trouble, while they giggled the whole time because apparently Dada kicking you around the bathroom like soccer balls was fun.

  Just as I spit, rinsed and dribbled the boys out of the bathroom and into my bedroom, Wagoner came striding in with a tray, a smile and a blush… and the fucking air whooshed out of me because he was ridiculously gorgeous and had clearly been taking care of my boys long enough for me to get some extra hours––or normal hours for some––of sleep, and he was standing inside my bedroom with breakfast for me.

  It wasn’t fucking fair. I needed him to do something annoying again or something I could easily justify the fact that I'd been a bit of a dickhead to him when all my reasons before had been bullshit.

  "You made me breakfast?" I asked, already knowing the answer, but kinda hoping he'd say it wasn't for me, and that I was going to have to sit there and watch him eat it or something.

  "Well technically, it's a mid-afternoon snack now, but I originally made it as breakfast. When it was clear you needed more sleep, I put it up for later. I'm going to have to start staying over more often so you can get more sleep."

  I wanted to be irritated with him that he sounded a bit like he was trying to boss me around, but it was actually really sweet, and the me that used to be able to find something to get irritated at every single time he spoke to me in the past, was having a hard time revving up. He broke my revver.

  He smiled again, and things happened in my pants to let me know that at least one revver was definitely not broken, so I climbed back under the blankets quickly. No need in flashing the man right in front of my children.

  Or at all, Jennings. Just because the gorgeous man turns out to be nice and helpful and caring does not mean you need to sex him up real good… regardless of what your dick and ass are telling you.

  "Thank you," I whispered in a way that made it pretty fucking clear my voice didn't get the memo about not trying to seduce the man, since it definitely sounded just like it wanted the D.

  That big ol' alpha D that had been grinding against me in the room during the hottest fucking make out session of my entire life.

  I'm fucking doomed.

  "I know you've been taking care of things all on your own this whole time, but now that you've been made an official Foster––whether you like it or not––you'll always have family around to help you, and we both know I don't mind annoying the hell out of you, so I'll go ahead and warn you, I'm probably going to make sure you accept that help."

  "Fuck," I groaned as he sat the tray down on my lap, letting my head fall back as I closed my eyes. "This is not how this is supposed to work."

  I felt the bed jostle next to me, and felt warm breath against my neck, and knew he was leaning in close to me as goosebumps broke out along my skin. "If it helps, I went through your panty drawer. Newsflash, you have way too many pairs of grandpa underwear."

  I chuckled, opening my eyes and bringing my head back around so I could look at him. His face was inches from mine, and because I'm the weakest man in the world, I reached out and hooked his neck with my hand, pulling him in to press my mouth against his.

  He opened for me immediately, and I slipped my tongue inside, groaning as the taste of him washed over me all over again. How had I made it this long without tasting him again. It had been over thirty hours since the last time. I must be a fucking saint.

  He let me have full control for a moment, but the more heated the kiss got, the more he pressed back against me. He grabbed the tray off of my lap, setting it aside, and maybe I was a horrible dad, but I completely forgot there were little hellions running around as he pressed me back against the bed, climbing on top of me and sweeping the blanket out from between us so that he could grind his very prominent erection down on mine.

  "Fuck," we whispered in unison against each other's mouths.

  It was incredibly embarrassing how quickly I was getting worked up. I could feel the tingle in my ass as my slick started to ease from my hole. I was pretty sure I was going to blow within seconds, but I'd be damned if I was going to stop, it felt too damn good, and it had been too damn long since I'd gotten off with anyone else.

  I needed this. I deserved it.

  He pulled his hips back and I whined until I realized he was working on the front of his pants. I wiggled around, pushing my underwear down and them whimpering when his bare dick brushed mine.

  I needed to see us, so I pushed back on his shoulders, lifting his shirt out of the way and looking down to where our dicks were side by side between our bodies. All I could really see were the shiny, leaking heads pointing straight up at us, his slightly girthier than mine, but they looked so fucking hot together.

  Jeez, everything about him was fucking perfect. His bronzed, perfect abs with the thin but dark hair that led down. The pretty head of his dick, red and clearly in need. Everything. I wished I could see more. I wanted to see him completely naked. I wanted to feel every inch of his skin, but I was too close to stop now. My balls were pulling tight, and I could feel myself cresting as tingles raced along my spine.

  I cried out as I started to shoot, and he covered my mouth again with his, grunting and moaning as his own release joined mine on my chest.

  It took a moment for reality to crowd in as I tried to catch my breath against his mouth, completely enjoying the puff of warm air against my lips and the weight of his much larger body pressing me down into the bed.

  I gasped when giggles finally registered, and I lifted my head quickly, looking around Wagoner's large shoulders toward the floor where the two little goofballs were sitting under the blanket just feet away from the bed. I chuckled, letting my head fall back to the mattress as I imagined Wagoner tossing the blanket off the bed and catching the two like mischievous little rodents in a net.

  "Shit," he whispered, chuckling too. "I forgot about them. I'm the worst babysitter ever."

  I laughed, looking up into his pretty blue eyes and reaching up to let my finger dip into one of his dimples as he smiled down at me. "You had company in forgetting. Thankfully, neither one of us seem to have enough stamina for them to get into trouble."

  He let out a groaning chuckle, pressing his forehead to mine. "If anyone asks, we took so long, they had
already set the kitchen on fire and put it out. Twice."

  I nodded, trying not to smile as I gave him my most serious face. "For sure. It at least took an hour to run down to the store and get the gasoline."

  Somehow, Wagoner's shirt had managed to evade all the cum, and we were able to get cleaned up pretty easily while the boys continued to wiggle around under the blanket. Their blond hair was a staticky disaster when Wagoner finally pulled the cover off of them, and they giggled even more as they reached out and tried to touch each other's hair.

  I ate my meal, that was embarrassingly, still kinda warm, so clearly stamina wasn't our thing. I blamed the fact that the chemistry between us was obviously off the charts. That much build up was bound to blow up quickly. The next time things would be much slower... Not that I was planning a next time.

  Wagoner stuck around most of the day, and I tried desperately not to allow myself to be swayed too much by the seductive looks, the dimply smiles or the occasional stolen kiss, but it was not easy, and by the end of the day, I was close to begging him to stay over another night.

  I knew he had errands to run the next day, and we'd pretty much taken an entire day of his two that he got off each week. I couldn't ask him for more. That wouldn't be fair.

  When nighttime rolled around again, and we'd already put the boys to bed, he glanced outside and sighed, shaking his head. "I can't believe it's already dark. I probably should have gone home hours ago."

  "Oh shit. Do you have animals or something that you need to feed?"

  "I have a dog, but I texted Da a little bit ago to see if he would feed it for me. I just live down the block from them. Of course, I probably should have called someone else, because he's been texting me constantly asking me if I'm still here, and if I'm planning on marrying you."

  I sputtered out a laugh, looking at him with wide eyes, and he smirked. "I told him we weren't, but I'm pretty sure he's already booking us in the December slot. So, unless I can talk one of my other brothers into finding someone and settling down, you should probably keep your Saturdays in December open."

  I blinked at him, not really sure what to think.

  "Okay," I said slowly.

  "I hope I'm joking, but I'm probably not. He's absolutely not believing me when I tell him we aren't dating. At all."

  I opened my mouth and then closed it. Opened it and then closed it. "Even if we were dating, would he really be planning our wedding already?"

  Wagoner laughed…. and then laughed some more. "December is five months away."

  "I don't think we think of five months as the same," I said still talking slowly because I wasn't entirely sure he was understanding me.

  "If Dad would let him, we'd be getting married in September with Cole and Riley, but Dad told him he can only plan one wedding a month."

  What the hell does any of that have to do with anything? I was getting more and more confused the further we got into this conversation. I was going to have to resign myself to marrying Wagoner in December just because I didn't want to try to have a conversation about it anymore.

  "I'll come back Tuesday before Dad and Da show up, so you don't have to be alone with them," he said absently, grabbing his wallet off of the table by the door and looking himself over like he was making sure he still had everything.

  I chuckled, shaking my head. "If I was worried about me being alone with your parents, I definitely wouldn't leave my kids with them."

  Blinking at me for a moment, he smiled slowly before leaning forward and placing and long, lingering kiss on my lips. "I'm not really all that worried about you being worried. I'm worried about what you don't know to be worried about yet."

  "Do you fucking practice being confusing as hell?

  Chapter Five

  JULY

  I sat in the storage room, patiently waiting for my omega to slip inside. He didn't know he was going to be ambushed, since I'd told Lizzy to let him know that I'd started rearranging things just to fuck with him and because I knew he'd immediately come running to see what I'd messed up.

  I wasn't disappointed as my sexy little omega came rushing through the door, frantically looking around and already looking annoyed as hell even though nothing at all had been touched.

  He didn't see me as he scanned the room, and I grabbed him from behind, shutting the door with my foot hard and reaching back to turn the lock while he wiggled deliciously against my already hard and ready dick.

  He turned his head frantically, just as his hand found my balls, and I was thankful he didn't follow through with whatever it was he was about to do, because I had a feeling I wouldn't have been feeling near as good.

  "Damn it, Wagoner," he snapped, releasing my balls and relaxing back against me. "You scared the hell out of me."

  "We're the only ones with keys," I whispered down into his ear, making him shiver.

  Before I'd shown up at his house earlier to pick him up, I'd practiced how I was going to greet him all the way there, wanting to acknowledge the changes in our relationship without him feeling like he was being pressured into something he wasn't ready for, but as soon as he'd opened the door, I found him in my arms and his mouth pressed to mine.

  By the time we'd pulled away because two little boys were trying to get our attention, I was wishing I would have come over earlier so I could get his gorgeous ass naked and in bed, but instead, I'd held off as long as I could coming over so I didn't look overeager. I was pretty sure he could tell by the way my pants tented before I adjusted myself that I was plenty overeager.

  "The only ones with keys?" Jennings asked skeptically in the storage room hours later while I pressed my overeager against his ass, smirking at me over his shoulder. "Oh yeah. There's this one, the one you have. The other one I have that was supposed to be the spare, and probably thirty more that you had made and have stashed all over the place."

  "Nobody knows where they are."

  He hummed, spinning in my arms and thrusting his hands into the hair on the back of my head.

  His lips accepted mine easily and I licked inside his mouth, sliding my tongue against his and letting my hands slide down his body to find his ass, clutching the lovely, pliant globes as he started rolling his hips forward, grinding his dick against mine.

  I backed him up against the table in back. We usually used it to sort shit and fill out any paperwork we might have for certain products, but right then, I was planning on using it to get my beautiful omega completely naked for the first fucking time so I could look him over the way I wanted.

  When his ass hit the table, I pulled back, yanking his shirt over his head and spinning him around so I could kiss the lightly muscled planes of his shoulders and back, working my way down his spine slowly as I reached around him and undid his pants.

  He kicked off his shoes, using his toes to hold his socks against the floor while he pulled his feet out of them one at a time.

  I pushed his pants and underwear down in one move, growling when I saw his lovely ass for the first time, cupping both of the white globes as I knelt behind him. He was fucking perfect with narrow hips and sexy ass-dimples and lean slightly striated hamstrings probably from all the box lifting.

  He gasped as I spread his cheeks, faltering slightly in his quest to step the rest of the way out of his clothes.

  I moaned, leaning in to flick my tongue over the slick glistening along his crack, my fingers tightening as his flavor coated my tongue mostly tangy with just a hint of honey.

  He groaned falling forward across the table and pressing his ass back into my mouth. "Oh shit," he said, his voice dropping low as a shudder worked through him. I pressed the flat of my tongue against his hole, pressing firmly and rolling.

  He gasped and moaned and keened as I continued to loosen him with my tongue until his whole was soft and pliant, drinking his slick the entire time.

  My dick was so hard, I was actually worried it might break off if I moved just right with the way it was crammed in my pants.

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nbsp; When I thought he might be ready, I stood, using one hand to undo my pants while pressing a couple fingers against his hole and slowly sliding them inside, just to make sure I wasn't going to hurt him and groaning at the tight heat of him.

  "Fuck, Jen-Jen," I said, dropping my forehead between his shoulder blades. "You feel so fucking good. I don't know if I'm going to be able to hold on for long once I get inside you."

  He moaned, pressing back against my fingers and squeezing around them. "This is so unsanitary."

  I growled, easing my fingers free and pushing my pants down to mid-thigh before grabbing his hips and spinning him. "I don't fucking care. I'll restock the whole fucking room."

  I pressed my body to his, and he hissed against my mouth as our hot dicks slid across one another, smearing pre-cum over both of our bellies.

  "That eager, huh?" he asked, looking down my body and breathing hard when I finally released his mouth. "God, Wagoner, you're so fucking hot."

  I ran my hand over his chest, raking a nipple with my fingernail as I moved down, smiling softly when I ran my finger over his stretchmark. "I've been waiting to see you naked since the day I met you," I said, leaning down to run my hands down his sides before cupping his ass and lifting him up to the table.

  He lay back, his ass hanging over the edge as his legs came up spreading out around his sides. His dick was leaking on his stomach and his hole was glistening with slick, pink and perfect and ready for me. He looked like a fucking fantasy. My fantasy, and I had to pause a moment just to get myself under control.

  When he bit his lip, sliding his hands over his body, letting one slip lower to grab and squeeze his dick I couldn't hold back anymore, and I grunted, grabbing my own dick and positioning it at his hole before pressing inside.

  He was so slick, it took little effort to slide right inside and I actually called out in surprise as his tight heat swallowed me up, scalding my dick.