Swimming through lakes of pure desire, Kyle began to wonder if he’d even have the willpower to remind Jake to pull out at this point. As he felt the barest tip of the Alpha’s head press up against his slicked, glistening hole he quaked with raw passion. He was about to beg for more, but his well-hung lover was one step ahead of him. In the beautiful moonlit darkness of the Alpha’s pickup truck, their gaze met for a few wonderful seconds. When Jake began to thrust deeply inside, hot, wet, and totally unprotected, Kyle’s world lit on fire.
Knotted hot and hard, the Omega muttered heavenly moans of pleasure that set the Alpha’s blood alight. Sweat poured from them and dripped freely along toned chests and muscled thighs. With each thrust Kyle’s face was pressed hard against the leather, each wet-hot slap of his lover’s flesh reminding him who was deep inside of him, stretching him out and breeding him fully. Kyle tried to reach back but the Alpha grabbed his arms tight, pinning them with one of his powerful hands.
“Ooh yesss,” Kyle purred happily. “L-like tha-a-at please.” He struggled to keep his composure while the Alpha’s weighty meat pummelled his taut asshole. They locked together as Jake began to snarl victoriously and sped up, a steely hand arm pinning Kyle’s helpless arm to his back. He was muttering and moaning and beyond words at this point.
“Fuck me baby,” Kyle encouraged him, fully submitting to his raw power. “Fill me with… breed me… fuck…” His mind began to swim in churning torrents of pleasure as he struggled to finish his words. With his last remaining ounce of strength, he began thrusting himself back, impaling his flesh on Jake’s gorgeously thick meat.
Vicious yet delicate, Jake’s impossibly powerful hands carefully held him down as he mercilessly pounded his Omega’s bare ass. He suddenly sped up and quivered a few times before he shook with an electric passion as he pounded an endless stream of his hot, creamy seed inside of the Omega’s bare, fertile hole.
The couple tumbled to the cum-stained leather seats, heaving for breath in the sweaty, musk-scented cab of Jake’s pickup. As fast as it had began, their forbidden time together ended. Their minds began to clear as they embraced blissfully in each other’s arms. Kyle snuggled in against Jake’s sweat-soaked chest and smiled upon hearing the Alpha’s thundering heart.
Part of Kyle’s rational brain was attempting to run the mental calculations to determine just how fertile he might be a few days prior to a heat, but for the most part he was swimming in warm, serene bliss. Besides, babies were totally cute, he thought to himself as he struggled to find his rational mind. Neither seemed to have a care in the world as they listened to the winds buffet the truck. and speckles of rain tapped along the glass.
After some time, a faint sound from the floor of the truck began to intrude – someone was texting Kyle’s cell.
Grumbling somewhat, he reached for it, digging through their hastily-discarded clothing. Swiping past his security screen, he saw a few texts had piled up. Most recently was Jess. He also realized that they’d been enjoying their secluded parking spot for nearly an hour.
“Storm picking up. Ditch BBQ plan & dad says come home,” his sister’s text read.
Kyle smiled. “Whoops, guess we never did quite make it to the store.”
Reclining across the bench seats, Jake stroked at his chiselled jaw. “We’ll just tell ‘em that my rad was actin’ up again. Had to park it and let ‘er cool down for a while.”
“Your truck wasn’t the only thing that was heating up,” Kyle teased as he placed a soft kiss on Jake’s forehead.
“I figure we should get back to them soon enough. Maybe air the truck out too, uh, you know. Wouldn’t want to walk through the door stinkin’ to high heaven of a brothel.”
“I’ve been referred to as worse.”
The lovers slowly began to dress as Jake cracked the windows. The gusts of a cool, fall rain began to sweep through the truck, venting the haze of their pheromones.
After a quick wipe-down with some old napkins from the glove-box, the cab was good as new – as long as someone kept their distance. With a rumble, the engine started as the truck turned back onto the bumpy gravel road.
“Probably go and get some gas. It’ll be suspicious if we get back too soon.” Jake spoke matter-of-factly.
“I hope you’re not too used to sneaking around,” Kyle teased him.
A few moments later and they pulled beneath the pale electric lights of the red and black of a Petro-Can gas bar. Kyle’s eyes traced along the red maple leaf in the sign as Jake hopped out and began to fill his truck up. Like the Alpha himself, the truck was big, strong, and powerful, which meant that he’d be gone a while.
Kyle’s fingers played along the contours of his phone for a minute or so. He caved in and swiped past his security screen, and checked the other text messages: three new text messages. One was from a friend asking if he was going to return to cover her upcoming shift as he’d originally promised. Another recent one from Jess informing him that “Dad’s totally snoring so no rush on coming home.”
But it was the final text drew his attention. It was from someone named Mike, and it caused the Omega’s heart to skip a beat as he read it.
“Hey sexy. I miss you.”
Sixteen
It was probably for the best that their late-night barbeque had been rained out by a brief summer shower. By the time that Jake’s truck eased over the muddy gravel of the Daniels farm, Kyle’s dad was long passed out on the couch. Remote still in hand with the television on mute, Cromwell nosily slumbered beside him. Facing an early morning of drills Jake opted to simply drop Kyle off at the side door of the creaking old house. Keeping the headlights low, he coasted along the uneven ground until he was as close to the door as possible. Kyle leaned over and gave his lover a few steamy seconds of passion in the form of a kiss, and then quietly eased himself out of the car. He carefully shut the heavy door to the cab and stood under the awning. He watched the red taillights of the truck slowly fade into the darkness like some great beast slinking back to its lair.
Alone in cold air, he heard the patter of rain scattering all about him in haphazard drops. He checked his hair and clothes, and sniffed his collar – he didn’t want to be too obvious where he was – before slowly pushing the key into the door and letting himself into his home. Kyle had been gone a while and forgotten most of the little tricks and tips on keeping an old, creaky house from making too much noise. He forgot to tug the lock to the left to prevent the tumblers from rattling about in the mechanism, or jittering the door gently to stop the wood from rubbing loudly against the frame. The door was almost halfway open when it was suddenly pulled inward, leaving him facing down a yawning rectangle of sepia-tinted kitchen.
“Will. You. Fucking. Shut. Up!” His sister hissed in an angry whisper that bordered on a muffled scream. As Kyle’s eyes began to adjust to the darkness, he could see Jess pointing to Cromwell on the floor. The old mutt had begun stirring but thankfully hadn’t yet decided to wake the nearby farms with a broadside of window-shaking howls and barks.
Jess tugged him by the wrist to get him out of the kitchen and past the living room. She was deadly silent. Kyle thought that even if she weren’t wearing socks right now, she was such an old pro at sneaking home after their pop went to bed that she could teach courses on it at the learning annex.
“Where are we going?” Kyle asked his sister as he tried his best to avoid the debris that had been strewn down the hallway.
“Laundry room,” she spat. “Now.”
All things considered, he felt that he should remain silent lest he upset her even further. By the time they arrived in the laundry, she had ferried him to the middle of the snug room and carefully closed the door behind her before turning on the lights. As Jess was tasked with the household’s laundry, it was naturally a mess. Piles and piles of laundry spilled from various baskets and stows on the floor, while clean clothing that would never be folded wrinkled lazily in wicker baskets. Kyle was almost impressed.
“Okay, a few things.” Jess poked at Kyle’s chest. “First, take your shirt off and close your eyes!”
Kyle began to protest but the scowl on his sister’s face bade him to act otherwise. His top was barely over his head before he began to wince as a cold spray landed upon his warm flesh.
“Ack, Jess, what the…”
She hushed him and continued to spray him with a bottle of Febreze designed for pet odour. When his shirt hit the floor, she soaked it thoroughly while he watched, half in amazement.
He was about to open his mouth in protest when his sister began speaking to him in a tone of voice more intense than he thought she was capable of
“Dad may be old, and may have smoked away most of his sense of smell, but you do not come home to the Daniels household smelling like you were rolling around the floor of a goddamned fucking whorehouse!”
A half-smirk gave the content of Kyle’s evening away. His hands almost rose to defend himself but she spritzed him again. “You completely reek. Did you bathe in Jake’s gymclothes? Did he just whip it out and mark his goddamned territory all over you for like an hour?! You need to get cleaned up now, ‘cause you are not blowing this for me!”
“Okay, my turn…”
“Oh no, I’m still talking! And not that you need to know, but Briggs and I have been pretty serious for a good while. So after we have a date, I shower at his place, double bag my clothes, toss ‘em through the back door, and then sneak in here to do laundry. The baggie’s emptied out first along with a butt-tonne of detergent, and then I pile everything else on top of it.” Her words were faltering and uncertain, as if this were the first time that she’d ever explained her master plan out loud to anyone.
“Okay, can I speak?”
“No, you can’t. I do that because I don’t want Dad to find out that I’m totally skeeving it up while still living under his roof. He’s old fashioned and wouldn’t get it. Too much has changed in his life and I can’t put that on him, and since Mom’s gone and you moved away, it’s… you know…” She was tearing up slightly.
Without saying a word, Kyle hugged his sister. She relented and hugged her Alpine Meadow-scented brother back.
“You know, despite being kinda crazy, you’re completely amazing.” Kyle shook his head at her. “You need to know that you are the glue that keeps the Daniels’ together. Mom would be in awe of the woman you grew into. I just don’t know how you do it…”
“Aw, shut up.” She used her palms to dry dampness from her eyes. “Someone needs to do it, ‘cause if I didn’t y’all would be drinking from the toilet and sleeping in ditches.”
“I love you too Jess.” Kyle patted his sister’s shoulder. Still, the revelation gave him reason to pause. Pulling on an old high school hoodie of his, Kyle sat upon a pile of weeks-old laundry. “So, this is quite the scheme that you’ve got running, just to keep Briggs and Dad happy.”
Jess leaned against a brigade of winter coats, neatly hung with care by the back door. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s a little nutty I guess.”
“Well, no, I mean, that’s you. You’re just… such a perfect Omega. How do you do it? How can you give so much of yourself to them without asking for anything in return?”
“Hmm. Good question. I don’t know sometimes. I mean, there’s plenty of texts and Snapchats with Chelle and Nat where I just bitch and moan. And sometimes I’ll get, like, a triple-triple from Timmies, and then take the extra-long scenic route by the river home. I guess I’ve… never really thought about it. I just like knowing that I can help those I love, even if they piss me off at times?”
Kyle nodded but his sister could tell that uncertainty still plagued him.
“You can’t force it, but you also shouldn’t fight it. You don’t have to look or act like every other Omega out there, but that’s still who we are,” she offered, as she helped him up from his throne of laundry.
“Yeah. I… I guess that life doesn’t always turn out the way that we thought it would, eh?”
“Nah, never does. But I mean, you’re the first Daniels to make it the big city, or even get into university. And let’s face it, as a nurse in…”
“Emergency responder, but keep going,” he mused.
“…whatever you are, you’re doing really well for yourself. Most folks out here can’t exactly say the same.”
Kyle pondered his sister’s wisdom. “I know that you’re probably right. I take it that a hug’s still out of the question?”
“I’m touched, but no. But for now, please go and shower all of… Jake… off of you before you wake the whole neighbourhood!”
Seventeen
The next morning Kyle woke, warm and safe, in his childhood bed. Every second since he’d opened his eyes that morning, things seemed to be getting progressively worse. He'd forgotten to turn his phone down overnight, and knew that there were some more messages awaiting him. He also knew that he had to return to Toronto some time, back to his unfulfilling life and away from his friends and family in the country. There was also the case of Mike’s text.
Ugh. Life sucked. But at least he had Jake. He pulled the covers over his head and desperately wished to fall back into a deep slumber. Try as he might, the slow rumble of Cromwell’s pacing, the tinkling of dishes, and his father’s occasional bellowing roused him from bed.
Not all was terrible though. Breakfast went well enough. Coffee was okay. Toast didn’t burn. Jess was quite cheerful that morning and their father didn’t seem to have noticed all of the late-night showers and laundry that his children were engaged in. Even the sun seemed to finally gain the courage to dry up all of the rainclouds as it rose mightily in a wispy sky.
In the lazy time after breakfast but before the shower was free – their father was convinced that the hot water heater had a leak, despite the many assurances of the Daniels children – he decided that he had some words to say to quite a few people. Kyle sat upon the far corner of the old, familiar, sagging couch and stared at his phone.
“Easy ones first,” he muttered to himself while scratching Cromwell.
He unlocked his phone and pulled up a message from one of his coworkers, before stopping to polish off another serving of hot buttery toast. After learning about his father’s “condition,” Kyle had originally sent out a mass text indicating when he’d be back. But now he wouldn’t be on the first train home tomorrow evening, especially when things just started heating up with Jake. He texted in a few more favours, and agreed to cover a few more of his friends’ shifts. His Toronto friends were understanding enough, but Kyle got the idea that he had generally maxed out his credit at the bank of social capital.
He checked his phone to see a few sweet nothings from Jake, as well as a scandalous snap of the hunky Alpha’s buns as he was about to hop in the shower. “Nom nom nom,” he texted back in a blush.
His smile began to fade from his face as he realized that only one message remained unanswered. It was the one from Mike.
The Omega stared at the name long enough for his screen to dim. He placed his phone on the couch and then spent the next seventeen minutes crawling around after Cromwell and play-wrestling with the old mutt. Both had the time of their lives.
Before returning to the couch, he wondered if his family needed any help. Their father was already out inspecting the fields, and Jess was mostly done folding laundry. Kyle toasted two more slices of bread and savoured the fatty, luxurious richness of the heaps of butter as it filled each one of the golden nooks and crannies. He counted ceiling tiles as he ate. He wasn’t sure if his heart was racing due to that morning’s coffee, or because he had to reply to Mike, a cute Beta that he’d dated briefly in Toronto. He worked at Toronto-Dominion bank, and the two of them had hit it off immediately. Just as things had begun to heat up, Kyle broke it off and claimed that he needed his space. And then the Omega’s dad had his “heart attack,” and the rest was history.
Kyle frowned and thumbed through some of the few pictures on his phone that had s
urvived their tear-filled separation. Mike was good looking, well-read, refined, and had even paid off his condo earlier that year. But he was not Jake. The Alpha was large, liked his boys hot and his beer cold, and had only read books that he’d already read. He was rough, but he was passionate too, and playful. Most importantly of all, he was loyal.
It wasn’t so much that Mike couldn’t be loyal, but he wasn’t so sure if the Beta would kick down a door and run into a burning building to save him. Kyle knew that his Alpha would do that in a heartbeat, even if he wasn’t a hunky fireman. It was hard to explain, and even harder to think about. Kyle buried his face in his hands as he texted an unsatisfactory, “I’m doing okay. How are you?” back to Mike.
Kyle awoke with a start. Someone was poking him.
“Get up sleepyhead,” Jess teased at her softly snoring brother.
He was a flurry of arms and legs. “Crap, what time is it?”
“Just after dinner,” Jess replied, before giggling. “Nah, just kidding. It’s noon. You ate, like, half a damn loaf of bread and then passed out in your underwear while texting. Priorities, right?”
“You’re a peach.” He scowled.
“Anyhow, you slept through three calls. I checked your phone – it’s all Jake. Probably shouldn’t keep loverboy waiting, ‘cause you know, he might come over and see his queen in all of her glory.” She waved a mocking hand over the crumb-filled mess that was Kyle.
Kyle was about to yell at her for looking at his phone, but went cold at the thought of her seeing the texts that he and Mike were exchanging just a few short months ago.
Once in the shower, his mind played out all of the possible scenarios of his telling Jake the truth. He knew that the Alpha had dated before him. Hell, everyone had. But now it felt wrong somehow, especially with how dedicated Jake had been to him these past few days, the things that they’d admitted, and the steamy time that they’d shared.
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