by Briton Frost
I imagine Matthew and...I hear a knock at the door?
Fucking Jenn. She is wasting both our time. I do not want to go out tonight.
I swing the door open. "Go away! I’ve got a man in here," I joke.
"Uh, bad time?"
I imagine my eyes are cartoonishly round as I stare at Matthew. Matthew!
"Wh-what are you doing here?"
He starts to answer then stops, taking in my appearance. I can see when he realizes I’m wearing his shirt. Shit.
He swallows hard. "I've interrupted." His brow furrows into wrinkles of pain. "I'm sorry. Here's your mail." He thrusts two envelopes into my hand and turns to go.
I think about letting him leave believing there is another man here. But I call out, "Matthew, wait."
He stops at the bottom of the stairs and looks up. God, the stricken expression on his face guts me. "Please come up. You're not interrupting anything. There's nobody here. I thought you were Jenn."
Eyebrows raised, he stalks back up the stairs slowly. God, he looks amazing. This is the first time I've seen him since I moved out. He's better than the mental pictures my memory served up.
A hot flush steals over me as he gets closer. All that towering strength. All those corded, bunching muscles. I swallow hard and try to still my heart. It's thumping so hard he can probably see it.
And I'm already hard.
He stops in front of me on the landing. "You smell good, Beckett."
I hold it together for another second or two while we stare into each other's eyes. And then I throw myself into his arms.
He sweeps me into his embrace and brings me into the house.
"This is a bad idea," I protest, but I nestle my face into his neck. He doesn't smell like cookies, but oh my God, does he smell amazing. He doesn't wear cologne—it's the scent of his soap and shampoo and just him. Just him.
He settles us onto the little lumpy couch with me on his lap and squeezes me, rubbing small circles on my back. I pull back to look at him. “I need to tell you something.”
“Anything.”
I almost let it out, say the words. He’s here, he’s really here. And he wants me. I can feel how much underneath my ass. But, I need to know he’s not only here out of misplaced responsibility. He’d marry me for sure if he knew I was pregnant. I need to know this is real. That he’s not just keeping a promise to a dead man. “I...I just miss you.”
"I miss you, too. God, Becks. More than you know." He cups my cheek. "I've been going crazy."
"Me, too."
Matthew kisses my forehead. I can feel his arousal beneath me. He's hard and ready to take me. All that's standing between us is my stupid pride.
I swallow hard. Swallow the ball of pride that's made me miserable for two months. Yes, I can do it. I can take care of myself. I can pay my bills and get along day to day. But it's half a life. It's certainly not the life I want.
His hand squeezes my leg and a guttural groan escapes him. "Becks."
"I don't want to dream about you anymore."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
MATTHEW
I'm on the edge of a cliff, and I'm afraid to breathe.
He's here. He’s with me. I'm finally touching my man again, and for the first time in my life, I am fucking scared.
He shifts, and I'm afraid he's going to get up and kick me out. Instead, he straddles me, right where I need him most. "You have to be honest with me. From now on. If I can ever learn to trust in you...in myself...again...you can't keep things from me."
Something that feels like sunshine lights up inside my chest. Is he going to give me another chance? "Baby, whatever you want. I promise."
"I don't ever want to feel like that again. I don't want to wonder if you're just acting or doing something because you think it's the honorable thing to do. I want you to want me. Just me."
I open my palm, and he gasps. "Put this fucking ring on and you will never, ever doubt me again. I promise."
He lets out a watery laugh. "That's a pretty romantic proposal."
"You never said you wanted romance."
"You've been holding that since you got here?"
I nod. God. If this doesn't work. I don't think I can go back to a world without him in it. "I know I don't deserve you. If Cam were here..."
"If Cam were here, he would kick your ass. And then he would give you a beer and tell you all the ways you aren't allowed to screw up with me. And then he would give you his blessing because he loved you, Matthew."
"I'm not on the rig anymore. They transferred me to an office job. I kept the condo, but if you'd rather live in a house or a treehouse or a cave, you just tell me and we'll move." I look around. "Maybe not here, though."
He laughs. "You do look a little ridiculous here. I think you’re bigger than my couch."
"Put on the fucking ring." I clear my throat. "Please."
"You can be a little domineering, you know."
"A little?" I take his hand and put the ring on it myself. It looks real good. I feel like I can breathe again when he doesn't tear it off. "You like it when I'm domineering." I'm going to remember this moment for the rest of my life. "You like it when I tell you what to do."
"In bed, yes. Try it anywhere else, I dare you."
Adrenaline rushes through me like I've just walked away from an explosion and my hands start to shake. "I came so close to losing you. I don't think I'm man enough to go through that ever again."
I squeeze him hard. Probably too hard. His ass fits into my hands like it was made to be there. He arches into my hold on him. Mine. He’s mine.
"We don't have to go fast. If you want to wait, I get it. I rushed us last time. I mean, I don't expect you to have sex with me tonight. We can. I just don't want you to think I expect it."
Jesus. I sound like a real idiot.
"I don't want to go slow." He rolls his groin over my erection. "I feel like my life has been on hold until right now. I want it all. I'm ready if you are."
"Babe, I need to fuck you." I won't feel right again until I do. Until I'm deep inside him. I can't think straight now. I squeeze his plump ass and groan. "Right now."
He's undoing my jeans and we maneuver enough to get them down to my ankles while we pull down his pants. He grinds on me, the friction of us together feels good. But not as good as the vise of his ass is going to feel.
He pauses. “I have to tell you something.”
Since he already said that a few minutes ago, I wonder what is on his mind.
“Anything, Beck. Anything at all.”
His face gets green. “Oh no!” He claps a hand over his mouth and lurches off my lap.
“Baby, you okay?” I ask his back as he runs into the bathroom, slams the door, and starts retching.
Well, that figures. I finally get him back and he’s got a stomach bug. At least I hope that’s what it is and it wasn’t the thought of having sex with him and made him sick.
I pull my pants up and go into his kitchen and find the cupboard with the tea he likes and fill the kettle with water. When he comes out of the bathroom, I’ve got his tea ready and a plate of crackers in case he thinks that will settle his stomach.
“Sorry about that,” he says sheepishly.
“You don’t have to apologize. Are you feeling better? We don’t have to do anything tonight. I’d like to stay and take care of you though.” I lead him back to his couch and hand him the cup. “Is it a virus or do you think it’s food poisoning?”
He shakes his head me, but eagerly sips the tea. “No.”
“What is going on then...wait a minute.”
He stares at the mug in his hands, not looking at me.
“You’re pregnant? Why didn’t you say something sooner? How long have you known?”
“I went to the doctor yesterday. And I thought you were on the oil rig.”
A baby. Whoa. “Are you okay? What did the doctor say?”
“Are you mad?”
“Mad? Why would I be
mad? You’re wearing my ring and having my baby. This is the best damned day of my life so far.”
“Really?”
Yeah. My priorities sure have changed in the last few months. I never thought I wanted a husband, much less a pregnant one. And now life seems limitless. “I’m the happiest mother fucker on the planet right now.”
He laughs at my garbage mouth.
“I love you so much, Matthew.”
“I love you too, Beckett. And I promise to show you every day for the rest of our lives.”
While I’d love to fuck him until sunrise, he looks pale and shaky, so we go to bed, spooning while my mind races and he snores lightly.
A father. Me. Holy shit. I don’t know anything about pregnant omegas or childbirth or raising kids. Luckily, my partner will be a natural at all of it, but this probably won’t be my first sleepless night in the next few months. Years.
I doze a bit in the early morning light and wake up to his mouth waking up my dick.
“Damn, Becks. That’s the best way to wake up.”
He lifts his head and smiles at me, lighting up the room more than the noon sun ever could. He slides up my body and we make out like teenagers for what seems like hours. Until I’m ready to explode.
We use old fashioned spit and my leaking pre-cum as lube. Beckett slides down my pole slowly, and we both groan. When he's seated all the way, when my balls are touching his ass, he starts undulating those hips in slow circles, riding me, grinding me. He’s stretched tight around my girth, and I bite my lip to keep myself from ramming hard. The air is sawing in and out of me like I want my cock in him to be doing.
Nothing has ever felt like this before. Not even our first time. Because there are no secrets between us now. I'm not behind the scenes controlling his life. He chose me. He can survive without me, but he doesn't want to.
He leans over and flicks one of my nipples with his tongue, and my hips arch off the bed. "Becks," I warn.
Then he bites it.
"Fuck," I roar, digging my fingers into his hips, I let go of my restraint.
I'm fucking him hard and he's taking it, making this sweet moaning sound I feel in my bones. He tilts his head back and holds on to me like he's riding a bull. And I start milking his cock, loving the smooth velvet slide.
And then he surrenders, covering my hand in his sweet cum. He's pulling me deeper inside, milking me. The rhythm is so beautiful and wild. I can't stop myself from joining him, filling him up with the essence of who I am and what I was made to do.
He's mine. I smooth my thumb down the column of his throat and feel his erratic pulse there. His eyes fly open and a secret smile graces his handsome face.
"I love you, Beckett. I swear you'll never doubt that another day of your life. I know I suck at relationship stuff. But I'll spend the rest of my life trying to get better."
"I love you, Matthew. And I don't think you suck as bad as you think you do."
He rolls his hips and I start to harden again. "You think I can get through this whole day without pulling out of you once?"
“I’ve always appreciated a good challenge,” he says. And we spend our first day as an engaged couple naked from sunup to sundown.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
BECKETT, TWO MONTHS LATER
My new husband is looking down at me through half-lidded lashes, giving me that dirty smile I love as I run a hand through the thick pelt of fur between his pecs with one hand and pinch one of his small, perfect nipples with the other.
He grunts as the nipple beads up, and he delves a hand through my hair, grasping as much as he can in his big, callused paw. I suck on the nipple, rolling it in my mouth, nipping it with my teeth the way that makes him crazy, then transfer to the other to give it the same treatment. It’s our wedding night and he promised me I could play as long as I wanted to on the wonderland that is his body. Usually, I only get a few minutes of foreplay before he gets impatient. He can play with me for hours, but if I try to dawdle with him, he can’t take it.
Which is why he’s sitting in the chair and I’m standing, leaning over his body.
He drags my hand roughly to his cock. It’s huge already, pushing hard against the zipper of his tux pants.
“Don’t rush me,” I say, pulling my hand back.
He exhales a low, “Fuck,” and I go back to mapping his upper body with my tongue. I love his broad chest, the dense powerful muscles beneath that honey-bronzed skin.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he carries on in whisper-groans.
I take pity on my husband...my husband...I’ll never get tired of saying that...and massage the beast in his pants. I get on my knees and press my face into his crotch and nuzzle, making sure he’s making eye contact with me while I do because that seems to drive him over the edge most times. And I want him to remember this night forever.
I can’t believe we’re married.
“Please, baby. Take it out.”
I smile at his manners. In another five minutes, he’ll be all caveman on me. There will be no please or thank you then. At least not until we both come.
I unzip him slowly, with my teeth of course, and his cock pops out of his boxer briefs and hits me in the cheek, dabbing my skin with pre-cum.
He grunts a rumble of pleasure again. “My cock looks good on your face.”
Kissing the side of his shaft makes his hips surge up. “Your cock looks good anywhere. It’s a beautiful thing.”
His legs are splayed wide and I squeeze him, hard like he likes it. He’s not one for gentle caresses.
“Jesus Christ, if you want this to last, you need to stop being so good at this. I’m going to come in your hand, baby.”
I lick the salty slit of his crown before I say, “That’s okay. I’m going to drain you many, many times tonight.”
He yanks me up with one powerful arm and thrusts his tongue in my mouth. Our teeth scrape and gnash, our stubbled cheeks and chins scrape against each other. He tongue fucks my mouth until I’m panting like a dog in summer, and then he pushes me back down his barbarian’s body until I’m face to face with his dick.
I’m past finesse as I slurp him up, taking him in as far as I can. I love the weight of him in my mouth. I love the musky scent of him. I just want to worship his cock. Deeper and deeper I take him until his pubes are brushing against my face.
I have gotten really good at this the last few months. Must be that I enjoy my practicing so much.
“I can’t...” Matthew doesn’t finish his thought. Instead, he groans and his cock swells in my mouth and begins to pulse, surging as he shoots his cum right down my throat.
Stars burst behind my eyelids, but I don’t pull off until he slumps back into the chair. I crawl into his lap as we catch our breath.
“Baby, why did you make me come so fast?” He kisses my hair. “It’s our wedding night. I wanted to last longer.”
I’m still hard as granite. “We’re not done.”
We finish undressing all the way and land on the bed in a heap. Matthew reaches for the bottle and hands it to me.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
We saved one first for tonight. His first and mine.
“I’ve been dying to feel you inside me, Becks.”
I’m going to fuck my man.
He’s never trusted anyone before me. And we’ve almost done it plenty of times, but then he decided he thought it would be quaint, his word, to be a virgin on his wedding night.
“Roll over, you beast.” Once he’s settled, I straddle him, my cock resting at the top of his ass. God, it looks amazing there. I can’t help but rub between his cheeks some. I use the lotion to oil up his strong back, massaging him slowly up and down until he is bonelessly relaxed beneath me. But I’m so hard it hurts.
I move down, straddling his legs now, and massage his butt. He’s got buns of steel, and I grab the globes and pull them apart so I can rim him out with my tongue. He’s extremely sensitive there and his whole-body jerks.
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��Okay?” I ask
“Fuck, yeah. That feels great.”
“Get on your knees, Matthew. All fours. I want to ride you.”
I love it when he dominates me, but sometimes, I like to turn the tables. He does what I say and I oil my dick up. I have to squeeze the tip so I don’t come now.
God, his big hulking body is stupid sexy. I can’t believe I’m so lucky. I can’t believe it every day when I get to wake up next to him. When he tells me he loves me. And now, I’m going to get me a piece of ass.
My cock is not as big as his, but it is not small. I don’t want to hurt him. I used the crown to tease his sensitive nerves around the rim, and he starts rocking involuntarily.
“Fuck me, Beckett.”
I push in, past the tight ring, and we both groan as it twitches around me. “Okay, honey?” I ask.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Before I can ease in further, he pushes all the way back and impales himself on me. It knocks the breath out of him for a second, his legs start shaking. I hold on and hold still.
God, he feels fantastic. “You’re so tight. You’re squeezing me. Feels so good.”
He grunts and I start fucking my husband with slow, steady thrusts.
“That curve on your dick is hitting me just right, Beckett.” He gasps and squeezes the sheets.
I am glad to hear it as I grasp his oiled body and just start rutting. I can’t even help it. I’m just unable to control my hips any longer. We’re sweaty and slick from the lube. He’s bucking and I’m thrusting and riding him.
The bed is creaking. This might end up being an expensive hotel stay if we bust it, but all I care about is plowing him deeper. I’m close, really close.
I lean forward and bite his back, probing him hard with my cock, and grasping his dick in my hand. “Come, Matthew,” I demand.
He pours into my hand, roaring loud enough to get us kicked out of the honeymoon suite for sure. But I let go and fill him until we collapse on the bed and practically pass out.
After napping, showering, and eating room service, we’re snuggled on the couch in matching robes and I start laughing.