Adrenaline Rush: M/M Mpreg Alpha Male Romance (Never Too Late Book 2)

by Aiden Bates

  Pete jumped, like the soft voice startled him. "I—can my—can Ozzy bring me there?"

  "Of course." Ryan gave him a reassuring smile, one that almost had Ozzy believing that he was a sweet and delicate little flower. "I'll even let one alpha stand guard outside the office, if you want."

  Pete nodded. Ozzy helped him to his feet.

  "Where the hell do you think you're taking our witness, Pretty Boy?" Nenci stepped forward, pointing a finger at Ryan. "You've got a lot of nerve, coming in here like you own the place."

  Ryan brought his spray bottle up again and hit Nenci in the eye with a long stream of cold water. "Bad asshole. No biscuit. Right now my job is to keep this witness safe. Next time you set foot closer to this nice young father it won't be water, Nenci. I don't play nice. Got it?"

  Ozzy shuddered and ushered the pregnant omegas out the door.

  "Thank you." Pete's shoulders relaxed as soon as they left the room. "I wasn't expecting it to be quite so bad in there."

  Ozzy would have shrunk into the walls if he could. "I wouldn't have brought you here if there was any other way, Pete. You know I wouldn't have."

  "As it happens, there is another way." Ryan smiled brightly and led them along toward Abused Persons. "My office is very defensible. And I make an excellent bodyguard."

  "I noticed." Pete let out a little laugh. "I have to admit that I've never seen an omega be quite so… what's the word I'm looking for?"

  "Assertive." The corners of Ryan's mouth twitched. "I like assertive. It has a better sound than is fed up to here with dealing with alpha BS in that room." He winked at Ozzy, who hung his head. "Seriously. Never bring an omega in there. Ever." They arrived at Abused Persons and made a beeline for Ryan's office. "So, Ozzy. Since I've got you here, I just happened to do some leg work on your boy Sierzant."

  "Because you've got so much free time." Ozzy snorted and helped Pete into a chair.

  "Meh." Ryan waved a hand. "The guy's a pimp. Do you really think that he wasn't going to have a file with us or someone related to us?" He indicated the other seat and opened up a drawer. He pulled out a file and a packet of saltine crackers. He passed the crackers to Pete. "Look, it's not much, but you look dead on your feet. You probably want something to nibble on?"

  Pete's hands were shaking as he reached out for the snack. "How did you know?"

  Ryan's hand found his baby bump. "We get a few omegas through here, in all stages. They've been very generous in terms of making sure that I know what to expect." He grimaced. "Anyway, let's talk about Joe Sierzant. He's not a great guy. The thing is, like a lot of pimps or guys who started out in that oh so noble profession, he can be very charismatic."

  Pete nodded, eyes far away. "I can see that. I never forgot who he was, but if I didn't already know, and wasn't already pretty attached, I'd have probably fallen for a lot of things."

  Ozzy's heart leaped. Pete was attached to him! Pete's attachment kept him from falling for a pimp's lies! He put a hand onto Pete's leg.

  "So, he's got a long history of sweet-talking his way into and out of some interesting situations. His first arrest for pimping was in 1969. He was all of seventeen, and he convinced the judge that it was simply an error of judgment." He flipped to the back of the file. "I'm not entirely sure that it's an error of judgment when a guy uses drugs and threats of violence to convince a stable of five young women and one omega to sleep with strangers for money that they then turn over to him, but apparently the Commonwealth felt differently at the time."

  Ozzy flipped through the report. "Looks like he did real time for something in eighty-four." He poked at the paper. "Maybe that's when he started to expand outside of pimping?"

  "Absolutely. Anyone making a new venture gets caught. He's still got his hand in there, for the record. I had two foster siblings who were caught up in his schemes. One got out. I think she's out in California now. The other one—well, Sierzant was his dad. So they weren't able to get him away completely, and Don didn't want them to." Ryan made a face. "He died fifteen years ago. OD." He sat up a little straighter in his chair.

  Ozzy's jaw dropped to the floor. "He puts his own kids out on the street?"

  "Oh yeah." Ryan snorted. "Without hesitation. It's all there in the file. Kerr will give you a different file, and it'll show you other things. I wouldn't mind taking a look, just to get a better sense of how guys like Sierzant operate, but you can go ahead and give Kerr this file when you've got what you need. If he's not your killer, Sierzant will do more time for the organized crime rap than he will for anything in here." Ryan ran his finger along the edge of the file, making a sound like shuffling cards.

  Ozzy shook his head. "No wonder you're so cooperative."

  "I'm cooperative because it's smart." Ryan grinned. "Except with Nenci. Look, though. I am a little bit disturbed by the fact that he decided to go after your omega here." He nodded toward Pete, who had dozed off in his chair.

  Ozzy hung his head. "I need to keep him safe, Ryan."

  "He is safe, Morris. He is safe. He might be more comfortable if you ask Nick to bring a cot from somewhere, though." He paused. "You really like him, huh?"

  Ozzy sighed. He wasn't what he'd call friends with Ryan, but he liked the guy well enough. And Ryan had been the one to come up with a way to keep Pete safe. "I've never felt this way before," he said. "About anyone."

  "That's awesome. Hang onto that. Don't let anyone, especially your own fears, talk you out of it."

  Ozzy snorted. "You're not going to tell me to steer clear because of the baby?"

  "Hell no." Ryan shook his head. "I'm obviously biased, but I think you should do what feels right to you. I mean, hell, you were this attracted to him when you knew he was pregnant. Imagine how you'll feel when he's yours."

  Ozzy could almost taste it. He could see the bond between them, as clear as if it were already tangible. "You're a pretty smart guy."

  "Right?" Ryan chortled. "Seriously, though. Hold on to this guy. He's pretty special."

  "I will." Ozzy wrapped an arm around his sleeping omega's shoulders. "I'll hold him close and keep him safe."

  Chapter Seven

  Pete hid out in Ryan's office all day. He didn't think it was necessary. His own house was perfectly safe. He'd delivered the message that Sierzant had wanted him to deliver, and no wacky criminal elements should have much interest in targeting him at this point. He should be perfectly safe. At the same time, he had to admit that it was nice to have someone be so very concerned about his well-being.

  He mentioned as much to Ryan, who snorted. "Right? It's a little hard to get used to at first, but it's nice. When we've been by ourselves for a while, it can be hard sometimes to adjust. Fitting another person into our lives, even when we really want to, isn't the easiest thing in the world." He put his hand on his baby bump. "I guess it's practice."

  "Oh, you don't think he's really going to want to stick around once the baby's born!" Pete blushed.

  "Do you want him around once the baby's born?" Ryan leaned back in his chair.

  "Of course." Pete looked down. "He's amazing. I've never met anyone like him. But I won't be able to give him as much attention, and alphas like attention, and babies are loud and smell bad."

  "Alphas also like family." Ryan put his hand over Pete's. "No one knows the future, not really, but I've spent a little time with Morris. And Nick, my alpha, he's always saying what a solid guy Morris is. If he says he wants to be around, then he'll be there."

  All of this was heady stuff, and Pete was still reeling from lack of sleep and everything that had happened the night before. At the same time, he had to take Ryan's words seriously. Ryan knew what he was talking about.

  Did he want Ozzy to be part of his life, and his daughter's? He didn't have to think about the answer to that one. It felt like fantasy, but there was no part of him that didn't want Ozzy there with him. He was more than willing for that fantasy to become a reality.

  He didn't know how to broach the subj
ect, and he decided as he sat through interviews in a small, crowded office that he didn't need to. If that was something that Ozzy wanted, Ozzy would be there. And if Ozzy changed his mind after the baby was born, then Pete would get over it but he would understand.

  At the end of the workday, Ozzy drove Pete home. Pete's Subaru was there in the driveway; apparently the cops had brought it home at some point, after checking it for whatever it was they were afraid of. "I'm staying the night." There was no mistaking his tone. Pete had no choice in this. There was going to be a big, strapping, armed alpha in his house for the night whether or not Pete wanted him there.

  Pete wanted him there. He brushed his fingers across Ozzy's cheeks. "Hell yeah you are." He gave his alpha half a grin. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

  They headed inside. Pete wasn't up to cooking, and Ozzy wouldn't ask it of him, but he could reheat some of the things that he'd made ahead of time. They ate in silence, and then Pete cleared the dishes away. "All right," he said. "I'm going up to bed now. It's been a very long day, and I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep my eyes open."

  "I'll stay down here." Ozzy looked away. "You'll be safe."

  Pete shook his head in exasperation. "Ozzy. I'll be safer if you're with me."

  Realization dawned on Ozzy's face, but he closed his eyes. "Pete, I'm supposed to be protecting you. I can't do that if we're fooling around."

  Pete took Ozzy's hand. "The neighborhood is safe. And Sierzant has no reason to come for me at this point, all right? I passed along his message, and that's the end of it. Besides," he ran the fingers of his hand along Ozzy's scalp, "I'll be even safer if you're right there with me, in the room. You can keep your gun on the nightstand."

  "I should be better at resisting your blandishments," Ozzy grumbled. He stood up, though, and he was already unbuttoning his shirt as he stood. "God, Pete, the things you do to me."

  They made their way upstairs. Pete led the way into the bedroom with a fine buzz of anticipation running just underneath his skin. Ozzy wasn't new to Pete's bedroom. He'd slept in this bed before, and more than once. They'd fooled around, explored one another's bodies, and done just about everything short of penetrative sex. This was the last frontier, the final gift that Pete had to give to his lover, and he could not wait to feel his alpha.

  The sentiment was new to him. He was no stranger to sex, and sex had always been enjoyable to him, but it hadn't been specific. There had been men he liked. There had been men he wouldn't mind being with for a while, more than a night or two, and there had been men he'd been with for a few months at a time. There hadn't ever been a man he'd needed like this, no one whose mere scent could make the rest of the world fade away into nothingness.

  He helped Ozzy off with his shirt and rubbed his face against the bare skin now revealed. He loved the feel of Ozzy's skin. He loved Ozzy's scent, too, the way that his popcorn scent combined with his rising alpha musk to make Pete's mouth absolutely water.

  He took one of Ozzy's nipples into his mouth. It was a bold move, he guessed; most omegas would wait to be encouraged. The little groan that his lover emitted, and the way that Ozzy's hands gripped at his ass, were enough encouragement for him. He applied just enough suction to get the point across, while using his hands to trace the lines of Ozzy's cut muscles.

  Ozzy disengaged him after a little while. His pants were tented, and his eyes dark with lust. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his voice low and husky. He held Pete's wrists in an iron grip.

  "I've never wanted anything more in my life." Pete wasn't kidding, either. Every fiber of his being wanted the man in front of him. He barely registered the room, or the temperature. His body thrummed with need—the need to please, the need to be filled. "I need you."

  Ozzy let out a noise that was half moan, half growl. "Too many clothes," he told Pete.

  Pete understood the implications of that statement. He stripped quickly and tossed his clothes over a chair. He'd deal with them later, maybe tomorrow. It was a matter of seconds before he stood before Ozzy, bare before his gaze.

  Ozzy licked his lips, just once. "Look at you," he said and stepped into Pete's space. This close, his scent was almost a physical thing. He touched his lips to Pete's in reverence, and then with a guttural moan he claimed Pete's mouth with a searing kiss that almost made Pete forget his own name.

  Pete let Ozzy herd him backward toward the bed. "I'm going to take such good care of you," Ozzy promised, as Pete sat on the edge of his bed and watched. "I'm going to make you feel better than you ever have before. That's a promise, baby. A promise, and an absolute fact. I'm going to blow your mind."

  Ozzy put his service weapon on the nightstand and rummaged around for lube. He must have gone through Pete's things at some point, because he knew exactly where to look. He pulled out the lube, and then he pulled out a condom. "Do we need this?" He licked his lips again. "I'm clean. I've been tested."

  "They test you when you get pregnant." Pete took a deep breath. "I'm clean." It would be more responsible of him to insist on using the condom, he knew. They hadn't agreed to be exclusive, and while Ozzy might be clean now he wouldn't necessarily stay that way. Right now, Pete didn't care. He trusted Ozzy. "Put it away. Please. I want to feel you, Ozzy. Alpha."

  Ozzy made a half-feral sound and grabbed the lube. He slicked up his fingers and urged Pete to lie back. Ordinarily, Pete would want more foreplay than this. This was different. He could feel Ozzy's urgency, and it matched his own.

  He relaxed when the first finger breeched him, looking up at the alpha he already thought of as his mate. He couldn't see much below Ozzy's sculpted upper abs, not with his own belly in the way, but that didn't matter. He'd seen Ozzy's magnificent cock. He'd held it in his hands. He could feel it brushing against his leg now as Ozzy slipped another finger inside of him, stretching him out so that he would be able to take him. His brain could put all of the pieces together just fine.

  When Ozzy knew he was ready, he slicked himself up again and met Pete's eyes. "Are you sure that you want this?"

  "Absolutely." Pete wrapped his legs around Ozzy's waist and pulled him closer. "Please, Alpha. Don't make me wait."

  Ozzy grinned, a dark look full of promise. "Say it again."

  "Don't make me wait?"

  "Not that."

  Pete pouted. "Please, Alpha!"

  "That's it." Ozzy worked his way into Pete with short, shallow thrusts. "I like the way that sounds."

  Pete smiled, but he didn't say anything. Ozzy wasn't a small guy, and letting him in took concentration even with adequate prep and plenty of desire. Once Ozzy was fully seated, though, Pete smiled up at him. "That feels amazing, Alpha." He gave a happy sigh. "I wish you could feel what I feel, having you inside of me like this."

  Ozzy's face seemed to be suffused with a kind of inner light when Pete addressed him as Alpha. He gazed down at Pete in naked wonder until Pete told him to move. Then he snapped his hips back and took Pete on the ride of his life.

  Pete wasn't a clock watcher, unless the sex was truly terrible. Sex lasted as long as it lasted, and as long as they both had a good time that was all that there really needed to be to it. He would much rather lose himself in the rhythm that his alpha set up for him. Ozzy set up an easy pace, not quite gentle but not as vigorous as Pete had expected. Pete didn't mind; not only did that show consideration for his condition and his exhaustion, but it allowed Ozzy to hit his sweet spot more reliably than if he were just jackhammering away like so many men.

  When Ozzy lost the rhythm, Pete snaked a hand between his own legs and gave himself a few tugs. They came more or less together, and Pete might have been driven to it without the help just by the sight of Alpha's face alone. His head was thrown back as he released into Pete, the flush of exertion and arousal going from his face right down to his collarbone. He looked like he was lost in ecstasy.

  Ozzy stood there for a moment, collecting his breath. Then he staggered into the bathroom to get a wash
cloth, so that he could clean them up. When he came back, he carefully moved Pete over to the other side of the bed, so that he would be closer to his service weapon, and wrapped himself around Pete.

  "I love you," he murmured into Pete's ear.

  "I love you too," Pete told him, murmuring words thick with sleep. "You're my Alpha."

  Pete felt Ozzy's smile against the back of his neck. "Damn straight I am."

  Pete drifted off to sleep in his lover's arms.

  The next day, Ozzy went back to work. He declared himself to be uncomfortable leaving Pete alone, but he knew that he had to get over it. "The alpha in me wants to keep you where I can see you until the threat is past," he explained over coffee. "The sensible human being in me knows that you're right. The neighborhood is safe, you're a grown man, and I've already asked Sudbury PD to keep an extra eye on your house for me."