The Omega's Silver Alpha_MM Non-shifter Alpha Omega Mpreg_A Mapleville Romance

by Lorelei M. Hart

  He opened his eyes and smiled at me. I thought maybe I’d never seen a male smile at me like that in my life.

  Fuck, it cracked open my ribs and made my heart beat again.

  Or, at least, that’s what it felt like.

  “I’ve never come like that,” he said, fixing his scrubs so that he was covered again. Pity.

  “You’ve come before, Will. You can’t tell me you haven’t.”

  He chuckled. “No, what I mean is, not like that. I can’t explain it. My ears are ringing.”

  We both laughed and then I realized what I’d done. I’d let lust override my good sense.

  “You want me to drive?” I asked, noticing how he yawned.

  “Yes, please. I love this car, though. And you don’t have to let me borrow it tomorrow. I can just get an Uber or call a cab. I hate for you to be without a car.”

  I shrugged. “I have three more cars. And I want you to take it—to use.”

  Right in that moment, so vulnerable as I was, I’d probably hand over everything to him.

  And that’s what fucking scared me the most.

  Chapter Six

  Will

  I left Jack in front of his shop, my legs wobbly on the clutch and gas, but knowing he needed some space. I hadn’t known him long, but I was sure he didn’t let anyone get close to him easily. But I could see the man behind the wall. His heart beat strong and true, I knew it. Someone had hurt him, and he wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. If I pushed too hard, he’d never come out or let me back there.

  But it was hard. When you’ve waited your whole life for the right alpha, and out of nowhere, he’s there. And his kisses are extraordinary, his touch electric, his pain overwhelming...well, you want to be there, to curl up in his arms and promise never to leave.

  But as I pulled up in front of my little house and parked the Ferrari—a car never before seen in my neighborhood—I cautioned myself to go slow. I had his car, which meant I would see him again. There was that. Had he taken that into account when loaning it to me? His care of me was extraordinary for a man who had not expressed any interest in making me his omega. Officially. He’d been very careful to ensure I had enough to eat, taken care of my transportation, and of course had taken care of something else.

  On a more intimate level.

  I let myself in the door and headed straight for the bedroom where I stripped to my boxers...changed them because they were a bit sticky, and crawled into bed. Wanting to fall asleep while the memories of the evening were still close enough and strong enough to maybe carry over into my dreams.

  Curled up in my bed, cuddling the pillow as if it was my alpha. If he was my alpha. Well, he was, unless he was so stubborn or hurt he’d never admit it. I slipped my hand into my shorts and gave a squeeze, bringing the memory of his elegant fingers surrounding my cock back more strongly, but although I stiffened, I chose not to go further.

  I’m put myself to sleep many nights with a quick jerk off, but not tonight. Tonight I wanted someone else’s touch, one alpha’s touch. What would he think if I hopped back in his car and drove on over?

  Would it cross a line?

  Would it push him away forever?

  I pulled my hand from my pants, my sheet over my head, and closed my eyes, remembering every detail of the evening, the first of many, I hoped, to be spent with my alpha. Someday we’d remember it together. Despite the overstimulation, my body was exhausted and managed to drag my mind down into sleep where my dreams, if I had any, failed to stay with me upon waking the next morning.

  But dreams or lack thereof aside, the moment my eyes snapped open, the previous day came flooding back. Had it been real? I stumbled out of bed and to the window, looking for the green Ferrari that would confirm it all.

  But it wasn’t there.

  Instead, my little car stood where I always parked it, where I must have parked it the night before. Had I spent so much time fantasizing about the silver alpha that I’d created an illusion, a hallucination where I spent an evening with him? Where he bought me dinner and jerked me off? If so, I was one sick puppy and needed help quickly.

  Or maybe it was a dream, after all.

  Could it have been?

  My heart sinking into my belly, I turned toward the bathroom to shower and shave. I didn’t have any work today, and before the events of the day before...before the dream, I had planned to do some gardening and hang a set of blinds in my living room to replace the ratty curtains that had come with the place when I bought it. The blinds sat in the front hallway, the veggies I wanted to plant on the back patio.

  But I didn’t have the heart to do any of it and after brushing my teeth, I ran a comb through my hair, splashed water on my face, swiped the underarms with roll-on, and headed back into the bedroom to dress for a run. I did my best thinking while pounding over the roads in the morning sunshine. Maybe I could clear my thoughts because if I was waking up with delusions, I was inches from being arrested peeking through the guy’s window because I “thought” we were involved with one another.

  But it was so vivid. Every minute from when my car broke down...which it obviously didn’t because even with the alpha’s friend helping wouldn’t be done by now...to the intimate moment between us. I’d never been known for my imagination. Man, was I hooked on Jack.

  Shoelaces tied, I jogged toward the front door, ready to run all day if that’s what it took to blow the cobwebs out of my brain and return to sanity. Obviously, I’d lost any sense of proportion. No more walking past or even “almost past” his shop. Jack had made his lack of interest obvious at the birthday party and certainly when I drew his blood...if even that happened! I glanced at my wall calendar. No, I had visited Dr. Avery’s office, but maybe that’s what brought on the dream. I’d had Jack on my mind a lot lately. Seeing him, more of his disdain, had probably activated my imagination.

  Grabbing my house keys and cell phone, I tucked them in my pocket and reached for the front doorknob. Time to move on, even if it meant I had to move away. There was nothing worse than being pursued by someone you had no interest in, and I’d come darn close to being that guy. My vivid dream would stand as a warning to cut it out.

  Immediately.

  Yanking the door open, I stumbled back at the sight of a giant bouquet of flowers in the arms of a young man.

  “Delivery from Vivian’s!” he crowed, peeking around the yellow and white roses, spikes of gladioli, and a plethora of exotic blooms he couldn’t even name. “I don’t know what you did for your alpha, but you sure made him want to say thank you.”

  “Huh?” His brain struggled to switch gears. “Who did you say they were from?”

  “Card’s in the arrangement, buddy. Do you mind if I carry these in and set them down? They weigh about thirty pounds and my arms are getting tired.”

  “Oh sure.” He moved back, waving toward the dining room table. “Right there.”

  He set the arrangement in the middle of the table where it dwarfed the room and also made it look shabby in comparison. “Did you ask who it was from? How many alphas you doing?”

  “What?” Will snatched a little envelope fixed to the top of a forked stick among the blossoms. “How many do you think?” He read the card and began to glow. He could feel it.

  “This one’s a keeper.”

  “Yeah he is.” And I’m not crazy, either. Relief vied with elation as he showed his old friend to the door. “I will go thank him personally now.”

  Running along the sidewalk, he ran the message over and over in his mind.

  I picked up my car when I dropped yours off. Keys are in your mailbox. Thanks for a nice evening. Jack.

  A smile stretching his face tight, he turned the corner of Main Street and stopped in front of the jewelry shop and knocked.

  Chapter Seven

  Jack

  I was a chicken shit of the greatest degree. I waited on the back porch, still in my boxers and robe, hoping that any minute Will would text me or call me or
visit me. It was the first time in a long time that I wished for someone to make contact.

  Maybe the flowers were too much. Maybe offering my car to him was too much. Maybe fixing his car and paying for it and having it sent to his work was too much.

  Maybe all of this was too much and I should revert back to being a sullen hobbit.

  I heard a knock at the front door and Piss and Vinegar went nuts, meowing and running to the front of the house.

  “Fuck, who is it now?”

  I went to the door and opened it wide, ready to spray rage all over whoever was disturbing my brooding.

  Except my spray turned into a smile.

  “Will?”

  “Hey, Jack. I...can I come in?”

  He looked around my house and then me, up and down. Shit. All this time I’d been waiting for him to make contact, but I was still in my boxers and robe, coffee cup still in my hand.

  “Yeah, come on in. I’m going to go get dressed. Make yourself at home. There’s a coffeepot over there. It’s one of those make-one-cup things.”

  “Okay,” he said, and I watched as he made himself at home like I’d asked. He searched for a coffee cup and then took his time looking over the coffee selections. He looked so damned good in jeans and a button-down shirt rolled up at the sleeves. They cupped his tight ass just right. So much so that I was jealous—of a pair of jeans.

  I went into the bedroom and pulled on something casual, casual even for me. I slipped on a pair of dark-washed jeans and a Steely Dan T-shirt and opted for flip-flops since I didn’t plan on staying in actual clothes for very long.

  “Found something you like?” I asked, pointing to his cup and sitting beside him.

  “Yeah, butter pecan. That’s my favorite. I actually carry it with me in my suitcase.”

  I fidgeted in my seat. “Why nursing?”

  He stared at me from over the rim of his cup, and before taking a sip, spoke, “I like to take care of people. I always have. Took care of my dad while he was sick when I was a kid. It just stuck.”

  Somehow I knew that about him. He would take care of me like I would take care of him.

  “Oh, I see. Well, what makes you come by?”

  Asshole.

  I’m a grade-A asshole.

  “To see you, of course. I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. The car, the date, the flowers. I’ve never been...I don’t know what this is.”

  I crossed my legs. “What do you want it to be?”

  He frowned. “I don’t know, Jack. I barely know you. I know that someone has hurt you. I know that I want to be with you. I know that.”

  My heart beat double time in my chest. Will was too close but not close enough. Heat filled my face and I knew this was the time. I’d have to tell him about Ellis. Looking at his face, marred with concern over me, I wanted to tell him. I wanted this male to know all my secrets. To bare myself to him fully and completely.

  But fuck me if it wasn’t scary.

  “Can I come sit closer to you? This is hard.” My voice betrayed me and came out soft and fearful.

  “Of course, alpha. Come here.” He scooted over and put down his cup. And then Will surprised the fuck out of me by opening his arms to receive me. I took his offer and nuzzled my face into his neck, taking in his scent and knowing that I was home.

  “I once thought I was in love with an omega named Ellis. He and I got along and at the time, I thought he was my mate. But things went south. He spent a lot of my money and I let him, thinking he loved me and would be my husband. I found out he was cheating on me. I thought maybe it was a last fling or something. Asked him to sign a prenup at the advice of my advisors. Showed up to the wedding, confident everything would be all right.”

  He stayed silent and still the entire time I spoke. When I paused, he asked, “But it wasn’t all right, was it, Jack? What else did he do to you, alpha?”

  “He didn’t show up to the wedding. I went back home and he had emptied my house of furniture, possessions, everything. He even took my grandmother’s jewelry. They caught him later. He’d sold everything I owned. He broke me, Will.”

  Will rubbed circles along the small of my back and kissed my hair.

  “And so you moved here and stayed alone. So fucking alone.”

  I nodded, denying the tears that welled in my eyes.

  “I just want to track him down and strangle him with my bare hands, Jack. I can’t believe he’d do that to someone like you.”

  I laughed and wiped away the disobedient tears flowing down my face. “Someone like me? A grumpy old man in major need of an attitude adjustment?”

  “No, a worthy alpha who deserves loyalty and love. And his forever omega.”

  Fuck. My omega thought I was worthy. I couldn’t have thought up a more loving compliment.

  “So, Jack, while we are on the subject of grumpy old men, how old are you? Not that I care.”

  We chuckled together and I placed a lingering kiss on the side of his neck. “I’m fifty, love. You looked at my chart.”

  “The date, not the year. It didn’t matter to me.”

  I shifted to look him in the eye. “It matters now?”

  “No, Jack. Your age doesn’t matter to me. Does mine matter to you?”

  Lame alpha. I didn’t even know how old he was.

  “How old are you, Will?”

  He pecked me on the lips. “Thirty.”

  I wouldn’t lie and say the number didn’t surprise me. He actually looked younger but acted more mature.

  “Good, you can keep up with me.”

  He laughed. “Are we talking about in life or in the bedroom?”

  I touched his hand and then gently moved it to my crotch where he could feel exactly what he would have to keep up with. “Both, omega. Both.”

  “I think I can keep up. Jack, I don’t do just dating or fucking. I want you to know that. If you don’t see us for the long run, then this should end now before I get in too deep. Although, it may be too late for me.”

  I opened and closed my mouth several times before speaking.

  “I haven’t dated or anything since Ellis, Will. You might have to be patient with me and put up with some things. And I’m not sure how long-term this is, but I do know that I want you in my life. I know that’s not good enough. If it isn’t, I understand. You’re young. You’ll find another alpha.”

  Will searched my eyes for something. I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t look away.

  I hoped Will would stay with me long enough to get over my hang-ups.

  “Jack, I’ll stay with you as long as I can. But if this isn’t long-term, I’ll have to move on when the job ends.”

  I nodded. Smart omega, taking care of himself and not fully relying on anyone else.

  “What do we do now?” I asked, hanging onto hope that I could one day love Will the way he deserved.

  “It looks like my alpha needs soothing. A release. Maybe it would help your stress.”

  I looked down to the target of his stare and sighed. My raging hard-on was out of control as usual. Then again, I hadn’t had a male since Ellis, and he’d refused to give blow jobs for some reason.

  I wasn’t ready to mate Will fully, but as I shifted my gaze to his, he licked his lips, I knew I was about to get one.

  Thank the gods.

  “Alpha? Let me make you come.”

  He put his hand on my jean’s button and paused, waiting for my consent. I nodded and reached down and helped him unbutton me.

  “No, alpha, let me. You just lean back and watch. Watch me suck you, Jack.”

  He had my pants pulled off in seconds and then my boxers. He got on his knees in front of me and started at my knees, kissing his way up my thighs slowly, painfully. My balls tightened while my dick bobbed and pulsed in anticipation.

  “Get your mouth on me, omega. Or I’m not going to last.”

  Will smiled and then took me whole, my head hitting the back of his throat. While his w
arm, wet mouth sucked me in long strides, his hands reached up and pinched and played at each nipple under my shirt.

  “Yes, omega. Harder.”

  I reached down and caressed his face while he continued his slow torture. I spread my legs further to let him in and he groaned, taking even more of me, his lips curving around the base of my cock like they were made for me.

  Almost as soon as his lips touched me, the pressure of orgasm built in my body, and in minutes concentrated in my groin, bringing waves of pleasure over and over as I jolted.

  “It has been a while,” Will laughed. He stood up and I saw that our moment was only half over. I couldn’t let my omega be uncomfortable. He needed a release as much as I did.

  “Take off your pants, omega. Now.”

  He didn’t hesitate, good omega. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, and I gasped that he was bare underneath.

  “Jack, you don’t have to.” His words betrayed his need. He was already stroking himself in front of me, taking a moment to reach down and tug at his sac.

  “I need to ease you, Will. I can see that. I’m a giving alpha.”

  “Then ease me, alpha. I’m starved for you.”

  I grabbed his hips and moved him forward. He was so hard for me, and I would bet he was slick and wet, too.

  “Turn around,” I demanded, and he did my bidding even with the confused look on his face. I massaged and kneaded his ass cheeks before kissing and sucking in different spots. With my thumb, I put some pressure on his already-slick hole while the other hand played with his balls, teasing him to the point of begging.

  “Please, alpha. Either get inside me or take me in your mouth. Please.”

  “Oh, omega. I do love it when you beg. Give me your cock.”

  He turned and if possible, his dick was harder. I took him into my mouth and didn’t even have to move. My omega rocked his hips, pulling and pushing into my mouth in a raw rhythm. His hands delved into my hair and as he fucked my mouth, he called my name.

  “Jack, touch me. My ass. Touch me.”

  I reached behind my omega still bucking his hips and spread his cheeks to find his sweet spot. With my thumb, I pushed inside his slick entrance in and out, matching his strokes. Fuck, my omega was so wet for me.