by Wade, Jena
“It is probably best I show you.” He dropped to his knees, the water cascading down his back. Sexy. As. Fuck.
He licked my cock from root to tip, tilting his head up so I could watch his tongue make its slow, teasing journey to my tip.
“Tell me, Alpha mine, have you ever been filled by the cock of your pregnant Omega, back here?” His hand reached under my balls and found their way to my hole.
“No Omega ever has,” I confessed, and he gave me a slightly confused look. “Nobody. Period.”
“Too bad, I wanted to fill you, show you how you felt when filling me with your cum.” He shrugged before taking me into his mouth almost completely on his first trip down. He slowly pulled up, sucking in his cheeks as he did so and popping off me with a sound more like a kiss than anything else. “Not that I don’t love having you come down my throat.”
He was officially trying to kill me.
“I want you to...” And just like that, I turned into a bumbling fool. “To come in my ass,” I clarified as he went back to work on my cock, not pausing long enough for me to feel weird about my awkwardness, something I was very much not used to in the bedroom. Or in this case, bathroom.
Before I could second-guess my decision, crinkle of the lube packet hit my ears, and a finger circled my entrance while he worked my cock with his mouth. The man could multi-task like nobody’s business.
He circled me until I found myself begging for more. Such a role reversal. I fucking loved it. As his finger entered me, it quickly went from slightly painful, to weird to amazing, and as he rotated it just enough to rub along my prostate, I almost lost it down his throat. Things had the potential of being over long before they began if I allowed myself to be carried away by the sensations that were Carter.
One finger became two, became three, and he let my cock leave his mouth every time I was just about to blow. He was fucking amazing.
“More.” I begged, the water no longer steaming hot. Not that I cared it if were made of ice cubes at that point. I needed him in me.
“As you insist, Alpha.” I held my hand out for him and helped him to stand. Which was ridiculous given I was the one on shaky knees. “Turn around and hold onto the towel bar.”
I’d always wondered why they had towel bars in the shower where said towels could and would get good and wet. Now that I knew, I planned to line mine with cum.
“Legs wider.” He tapped the inside of my thighs and nudged his cock at my entrance. Then he opened a second packet of lube and leaned back long enough to lube himself up. “You sure you want this, Alpha mine?”
“More than fucking any—”
He interrupted me with his cock sliding home. No slow pretense. We both knew I was far more than ready for him.
As his front reached my back, the words tumbled from my mouth, “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Alpha. So much. Ready for more?”
“With you, I am ready for everything.” I pushed back against him, and he took the hint, slowly at first, sliding in and out of me, increasing his speed with every trip until he was pounding into me with vigor.
I had to count the tiles on the wall in front of me to prevent myself from coming too soon, not wanting it to be over.
“You feel amazing.” He grunted. “Gonna come.”
“Come for me Omega, mine,” I shouted as I splattered my cum on the shower wall.
He followed right behind, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close as if he didn’t want our connection to break any more than I did. When he slipped out, I turned around and kissed him soundly, pouring all my emotions into that kiss. He was mine. Mine. I would love and care for him until my dying breath and be the best father I possibly could be for our child.
As our kiss broke, both of us breathless, my cock already stirred. I had a feeling that was going to be a constant condition around him.
“Great, now I am all dirty again.” He laid his head on my chest, looking up at me with his big beautiful eyes, “I wonder what we should do about it.” A slight yawn escaped him.
“What we are going to do about it is get you washed up before the water gets any colder and then we are going to snuggle in bed and look at houses or take a nap or both. How does that sound?” I kissed the top of his head.
“Can we make sure our home has a better water heater?” he sassed as the water dropped a few more degrees.
“My home is right here.” I held him closer. “But we can for sure get the best on-demand water heater on the market for our house.”
“You’re my home, too. I’ll never push you away again. I promise.” He squeezed me a little bit tighter just as the water became cold. “Change of plans. Wash ourselves as fast as we can.”
And we managed to get out of the shower and into bed in three-minutes flat. Icy water was quite the motivator, not that falling asleep with Carter in my arms hadn’t been motivation enough. No, I planned not to let a night go by without being home.
Epilogue
Carter
I was so huge, I barely fit in Jamison’s car anymore. We couldn’t drive the flashy red sports car because I literally could not fit. Instead, we’d opted for the brand new SUV he’d surprised me with a few weeks prior. Already, we had the infant car seat installed and the hospital bag we’d need any day now packed in the back.
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Jamison asked as we pulled into a parking spot at the town park. “We don’t have to go.”
I groaned as I leaned and pushed open my door. “I know, but I really want to, and I feel fine. Just big.”
“You’re gorgeous,” he said.
I got out of the car. “I know. I can be big and gorgeous at the same time. They’re not mutually exclusive.”
“Right. Sorry.”
The first annual summer picnic was today. While working at the motel, I’d also spent some time helping Cam and Alex coordinate and plan for the various events going on today. It had helped me get to know some of the residents in Millerstown, and I couldn’t be happier that Jamison and I had decided to make this town our home.
He continued to work a bit in the city, and we did some traveling back and forth. But he had explored the option of opening a law office in Millerstown. Between his friend’s security business and a few other things, he would have enough clients to keep him busy. He might not make the money he did now, but he would be home more and have less stress, which I couldn’t be happier about.
Jamison held my hand, and we made our way to the park where the picnic would be. It seemed everyone in town was there. I saw many familiar faces as we walked through the crowd to meet Alex and Harrison at the pavilion for the pulled-pork lunch.
On the way, we passed bouncy houses, a miniature golf course, and craft booths. There was even a pie-eating contest in full swing. The picnic had absolutely everything you could imagine, and it appeared everyone was having a great time.
Alex waved when he saw us approach. He had Harrison propped on his hip. The little guy waved as well. “Oh. Look at that trick he learned.”
“Yeah,” Alex said. “It seems as if he has a new skill each and every day. It’s amazing.”
I rubbed a hand over my belly. I couldn’t wait for that. I was so ready to meet our little guy or girl.
Cam joined our group, followed by Derek and their baby girl, still tucked in her car seat.
“Do you need any help with anything?” I asked.
Cam looked around, appearing to be slightly on edge. This was his big project after all, and he had put his heart and soul into it. “I think we’re good right now. So far, everything’s going well.”
“Everything has been amazing Cam,” Derek said and put his arm around him. “You’ve done a great job.” In his other hand, he swung the car seat back and forth.
I grinned. “Trying to keep the baby asleep?”
“Yes,” he said. “It’s as if she knew that we had a big day today. She was up all night.”
“I don’t know
what I would have done without Derek,” Cam said. “He handled it all and let me sleep.”
Derek shrugged. “Anything for you, Omega.”
Turner and Kayden arrived next, holding plates full of food. Their older son Jackson followed, pushing his little sister in her stroller. She held a sippy cup in her hand, babbling away.
“Looks like she’s enjoying herself,” Jamison said.
“Yeah,” Kayden agreed and let out of sigh. “She just got her face painted and thought that was the funniest thing. She didn’t quit giggling the entire time.”
“I see Jackson’s face has been painted as well,” I said.
The young boy had an orange face with black tiger stripes as well as whiskers and a little button nose.
“I’m a tiger,” Jackson said and roared. His little sister erupted in giggles.
“We’ll have to get that done. I think Jamison wants to be a lion.”
“No, Jamison does not,” he said.
I slipped my hand into his and squeezed. “Come on, honey. It’ll be fun.”
“Why don’t we just sit down and put your feet up?”
We all gathered at one of the tables. By the time we all piled in, we filled the entire thing.
“Is there room for four more?” Philip said as he walked up, followed by Ollie, Christopher pushing their daughter McKenna in her stroller. “Cam, this has been amazing. Christopher is having so much fun.”
“Can we go play the ring toss game again?” Christopher asked. “It’s just over there. We’ll be right in sight.”
“Did you eat at least some of your lunch?”
“Yeah, I did. Jackson did, too.”
Jackson nodded.
“All right, two more bites of your sandwich, then you can go, okay?” Ollie said, and the two boys sat at the table. Ollie picked his daughter up, and she laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.
“How can she sleep through all this?”
Ollie gave me a look that said he didn’t understand it either. “We’ve been here most of the day. I think she’s just exhausted.”
“It looks like everything’s been going really well,” I said.
“Yeah, this is some definitely something we will be doing again,” Harrison agreed.
We all ate together, enjoying the delicious food and amazing company. I started to feel like I’d eaten too much, my stomach clenching.
“Everything all right?” Jamison asked.
“Yeah.” I smiled. “Just ate too much.” I stood, wanting to stretch my legs. As I stood up, it felt as if a balloon popped between my legs, and wetness trickled down. “Oh shit.”
“What? What is it?”
“Daddy, why does it look like Mr. Carter peed his pants?” Christopher in all his seven-year-old wisdom asked.
“He didn’t pee his pants, buddy. Carter is going to have a baby.”
It was as if everyone started moving at once, standing up from the table, trying to usher me one way and then another.
“Calm down,” Alex shouted over the commotion. “We’ve all done before. Jamison, take Carter to your car and drive to the hospital. Everyone else, get out of the way.”
Jamison put his arm around me and helped me to the car. He placed me on the passenger side and got in the driver’s side. The pain started as we pulled out of the driveway.
“Oh damn,” I said. “That…hurts. Like a lot.”
Jamison looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. “Did no one tell you labor was painful?”
“I didn’t really think about it, I guess.”
Thankfully, Jamison made it to the hospital in record time. I used the app on my phone to time my contractions.
“I think they’re a minute apart.” I breathed heavily, each contraction more painful than the next. Already sweat broke out on my forehead.
Jamison threw the car in park and got out. He tossed the keys to the valet guy and grabbed a wheelchair. He helped me into the chair, and we rushed inside.
It wasn’t long before we were in the delivery room.
“We aren’t going to have time for any pain meds,” the nurse said. “This baby is coming within the hour.”
The urge to push became unbearable. “This baby is coming now!” I groaned in pain as Jamison squeezed my hand.
“You’re doing great, Carter.”
The doctor came in. “All right, Carter, Jamison. Let’s meet your baby, shall we?”
“Please god, yes. Anything to make the pain stop.” I gripped the bars on the bed, my knuckles turning white. Another contraction built up in my back. This time, the nurse and doctor took the position between my legs.
“Okay, Carter. Push.”
Thirty minutes of pushing, a newborn cry filled the room.
“Congratulations, daddies. It’s a girl.”
Jamison, with tear-filled eyes, clipped the cord then laid our daughter on my bare chest. She calmed immediately when we were skin to skin. I melted and fell head over heels in love.
“She’s so beautiful,” I said.
“She is. You did amazing, my Omega.”
I smiled through my tears. “She has your eyes. What should we call her?”
“Abbigail,” Jamison said.
“Abby. I love it.” I turned to look at him. “I love you.”
He sat on the bed with me and put his arm around my shoulders. “I love you, too.”
Rochdale Security
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Jena Wade
Jena lives in Michigan with her husband, two dogs, and three children. By day she works as a web developer and at night she writes. She was born and raised on a farm and spends most of her free time outdoors, playing in the garden or tending to her landscaping.
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Mpreg Titles by Jena Wade
Millerstown Moments
Dashboard Lights
All Revved Up
Crying Out Loud (with Lorelei M. Hart)
Anything For Love
Life is a Lemon (with Lorelei M. Hart)
Vale Valley Valentine Romance
Picture Purrfect
Dragons Series
Dragon’s Fire
Dragon’s Ice
Dragon’s Stone
Dragon’s Jewel
Dragon’s Spark
Directions Series
Up to Code
Down to Earth
Back to You
Shorts
Alpha Student
Alpha Doctor