by Jena Wade
All at once, Turner was gone from me and I whimpered. He laid a hand on my back. “Patience, boy. I haven’t gone anywhere.”
Less than a minute later, he returned to his position behind me. He leaned over me to tighten one side of the restraints, then the next. It still wasn’t as tight as I could handle, but I’d trust my Sir on his decision.
Next, his hands were on my ass cheeks and he separated them. Then he breached my hole with his thick cock. I spread my legs wider to accept him.
“More, Sir, please.”
He pounded into me, complying with my request. But not before he smacked my ass. It stung in the best way. I hissed and arched my back. He slowed his movements until I relaxed in the mattress.
Each thrust of his hips pushed me closer to the edge. The friction from the blanket, combined with the movement nearly had me coming. I tugged at the restraints as Turner grasped my hips, his fingertips biting into my skin.
“That’s it, boy. Take me.” His voice was low, barely audible over the slap of our skin and the moans I couldn’t keep contained.
I wanted to shout, scream out Turner’s name until my throat was raw from it, but I kept my lips sealed.
When I thought that I couldn’t possible take anymore, Turner pushed deeper and harder.
“You are free to speak, boy. Come for me.”
“Oh fuck, Sir. So good.” The words burst out of me and my shoulders and back tensed as I came, shooting directly onto the bed.
Turner ground into me, again and again, then with one last thrust he roared his release and collapsed on top of me. He barely held himself up on his arms. They shook with the effort.
Minutes later, he released the restraints and rolled off me. “How do your shoulders feel?”
I flexed them, testing out my muscles. “Fine.”
He left the room and came back with a warm towel. He cleaned me off, then removed the comforter from the bed.
I relaxed into the cool sheet and he settled next to me.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Amazing.”
“Do you want to talk about what was bothering you earlier?”
I closed my eyes and gathered my thoughts. “I wish I could give Jackson everything he wants and needs in the world. I’ve struggled from the beginning to provide for him. It’s only been in the last two years or so that we have had extra money. I just worry that I’m not providing the right environment for him.”
Turner kissed my temple. “You’re an amazing dad. I have nothing but respect and admiration for what you’ve accomplished with Jackson. And it shows how much you love and care for him. He’s a good kid.”
“Yeah, but I can’t give him what he wants all of the time. He sees Ollie and Philip together, and now he wishes he had that for us. We can’t give him that.”
Turner scowled. “What do you mean? You could move in here with me. We can be one family, under one roof.”
I pushed away from him. “Turner, that sounds great, but the two of us have never been cut out for commitment. I mean, we care about each other, but we’ve never made any promises.”
Turner shrugged. “That doesn’t mean we can’t now. Things have changed.”
“Have they though?” I asked. “Are you ready to make those promises?”
Turner stayed silent, as I knew he would.
“That’s what I thought. And it’s fine. I don’t want empty promises from you. We can co-parent together without living together or being married. It’s just hard to explain that to Jackson.”
“Okay.” Turner nodded. “If that is what you think is best.”
“It’s going to have to be.”
Chapter Nine
Kayden
Ollie and I unfolded the chairs, laid out a picnic blanket and sat down. We’d picked a perfect spot at the park so we could see the ball field where the fire department and policemen would play.
Ollie let out a long sigh and rubbed his belly as he sat.
I eyed him cautiously. “Are you sure you're up to being out in this heat all day?”
“I'm fine,” he said. “I just forgot how long it takes to have a baby.”
I nodded. “It's a full nine months, or more accurately ten, but they don't ever tell you that.”
“Yeah, no kidding. I don't remember being this tired the last time, though.
I snorted. “You didn't have a five-year-old the last time.”
“Yeah, but I also didn't have an Alpha helping me out either.”
“True,” I said. I sat down on the chair next to him and handed him a bottle of water from the cooler. “You sure that me and Jackson living in the house isn't a buzzkill on your little honeymoon stage you've got going on?”
Ollie turned and looked at me with an expression of exasperation. “For the ten thousandth time, no, of course not. The house is big enough for all of us and even if it wasn't, you are family. You are staying. Unless you want to leave, in which case feel free. Are you thinking about moving in with a certain police officer slash FBI agent? Sir FBI agent?” Ollie chuckled.
I resisted the urge to throw something at him. It wouldn't look good to throw something at a pregnant person. “I won't lie, Turner and I have talked about it. But commitment has never been our thing. Sex. That's our thing.”
Ollie snorted. “I couldn't tell.”
“What?” I said. “It can't be that obvious.”
“No, I suppose obvious isn't the right word. It's just… you're very different after being with him.”
“What?” I said. “Different how?”
Ollie shrugged. “He seems to keep you very well grounded. Don't think I don't remember what it was like when the boys were really young, and we were going through the terrible twos stage. You had to take more time-outs to control your temper than the boys did.”
I nodded. “That was not my favorite time of being a single dad.”
“Same.”
“And you're right, being with Turner has always kept me grounded. He evens me out.”
“Don't get me wrong, Kayden. You're an amazing dad and I was always in awe of the fact that you knew when you needed to take a break, and Jackson is as level-headed and sweet as they come. You did an amazing job with him.”
“Thank you. That means a lot. I did worry during that phase that one day I just wouldn't be able to take it anymore. I'm thankful that I had you.”
“As you should be,” Ollie said, and we laughed.
We watched the teams warm up on the field. The police department wore blue t-shirts, the fire department wore red. Oddly enough, we had dressed the boys and ourselves in similar attire. Ollie wore a red polo, while I wore a blue tank top and the boys mirrored their Alpha fathers. They’d insisted on wearing their baseball pants and cleats as well, even though they wouldn't be playing in the game today.
The boys were on the field right now, tossing the ball back and forth while their Alpha dads warmed up.
“Kind of makes me want to go out and play ball,” I said.
Ollie spit out his water mid drink. “That would be a sight to see.”
“Hey! I can be athletic.”
“Sure. I'm sure you can.”
“Mr. Ollie, Mr. Kayden.”
Both Ollie and I whipped around to find Riley standing there.
“Hey dude, is your dad here with you?” I looked around frantically for Tom. It was Saturday, I shouldn't have to deal with him and his attitude today. But I was happy to see that he spent some time getting his kid out of the house, taking him to the park. A local town event no less.
“No,” Riley said. “He's at home.”
I raised a brow and exchanged a glance with Ollie. I knew that Tom didn't live that close to the park.
“Did you walk here yourself?”
“Yep,” he said. “I usually come out here every Saturday.”
“Oh,” I said, and my heart leapt into my throat. This poor child. Unattended all weekend, likely going without food. I'd called Child
Protective Services earlier in the week but hadn't heard back. Fucking bureaucratic tape. “Well, we've got quite a few snacks and drinks. Do you need anything?”
Ollie pulled out a bottle of water from the cooler that sat between the two chairs. “Here you go, Riley. We’ve got plenty of snacks, too.”
“Thanks,” Riley said and took a long drink.
“The boys are out there playing ball while the teams warm up, do you want to go join them?”
“Sure,” he said, and he took off running toward the opening in the fence line.
I closed my eyes, trying to imagine a world where all children were well taken care of. “Shit,” I said. “Can you believe that? He just hangs out at the park all day? How has no one noticed that?”
Ollie shrugged. “Who knows? Riley’s probably smart enough to go to different parts of town or keep himself hidden when other people are around.”
“We've got to do something,” I said.
“You call Child Protective Services, right?”
“I’ve called them several times over the past few weeks.”
“We can call again on Monday. In the meantime, he can hang out with us today. We'll make sure he gets a lunch and has a nice day hanging out.”
“All right,” I said. “Do we have to take him home? Can't we just keep him?”
“If I wasn't worried about having your boyfriend arrest us, yes, I would say we could just take him home. But Tom is enough of an ass to accuse us of kidnapping.”
“Turner’s not my boyfriend.”
“Baby daddy, then,” Ollie said.
I glared at him. “Don't call him that.” I mimicked Ollie’s voice from a time when he had told me the same thing about Philip.
He chuckled. “Not so funny when you're on the other end, hmm?”
“Shut up,” I said.
It looked like the teams were all gathering back in their dugouts and all three boys came back to where we had the picnic blanket laid out. They grabbed some snacks and drinks of water.
“Can we go play on the swing set?” Jackson asked. “Please?”
“If you want to, go ahead,” I said. I positioned my chair so that the swing set was in view, as well as the ball field. “I'll keep an eye on you.”
“All right,” Jackson said. “We won't go too far, I promise. I want to see Dad play.”
All three boys took off on a dead run towards the swing set. Ollie and I watched as the team's got started. One player from each team came to the home plate to flip a coin to see who would take the field first.
“All right,” I said. “Fill me in. Who's who around here?”
Ollie shrugged. “How the hell am I supposed to know?”
“I don't know. You're the one who spends all your time at the fire station with your Alpha. Who's the guy at home plate?”
“That’s Cam. He's actually an Omega, believe it or not.”
“What?” I said. “Dude’s huge.”
“You should see him up close. He's like six foot three, I think.”
“Damn.”
“And the guy from the other team, that's the Police Chief.”
“Damn. Silver fox.”
Ollie raised a brow. “You going to let your Sir hear you say that?”
Out of anyone else's mouth, I might think my relationship with Turner was being made fun of. But Ollie was a friend, my best friend, and our playful banter kept us sane through some really rough years.
“Yeah, I would say that in front of my Sir. Thank you very much, and I would enjoy the spanking I earned from it.” I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled smugly.
“I did not need to picture that,” Ollie said.
“Well, then don't make any more comments about my sex life.”
“Touché.”
***
As the game was happening, the boys came back and forth from the swing set to the fence line where they could watch the teams play ball. Christopher and Jackson were quite into it, getting excited watching their Alpha dads throw the ball around and have a good time. It was nice for Ollie and me to watch the interaction, since we had never gotten to witness it before.
I found myself jumping up and clapping every time that Turner came up to bat, being the strong Alpha that he was. He got two home runs and a double. Philip wasn't far behind in hits either, though I was not keeping track of his record.
In the ninth inning, the police department was up by three and the firemen were hitting. Cam, with his massive arms, was a power hitter and he was up to bat. Of course, the bases were loaded and there were two outs. Philip was on second. Turner was pitching and the Police Chief, who I’d figured out was named Derek, was behind the plate. On the first pitch, Cam hit the ball way out to left field. The outfielders chased after it as the runners rounded the bases.
Philip slid into home, and Ollie jumped and cheered so hard that I was sure the baby was going to come out. I was prepared to deal with the loss of the game, when the outfielder threw the ball to the catcher just as Cam was rounding third, heading to home. Derek was prepared for the throw. As he caught the ball, Cam, the massive Omega that he was, plowed right into him, knocking him off his feet.
It was one hell of a hit and the two of them lay on the ground for an uncomfortably long amount of time. Neither appeared hurt. And if we weren’t in the middle of a softball game, I would’ve assumed it was two guys making out on the ground.
The Police Chief still held the ball in his glove, sandwiched between him and the Omega. Cam was out. The police officers had won the game. It was my turn to jump to my feet and clap.
After the game, I hugged Turner and gave him a kiss. Although looking back, it was an odd action for me to take. Jackson didn't bat an eye at it though. Thank God. Turner lifted Jackson into his arms and my heart nearly melted at the sight. My two boys together.
“After the game, we usually get some food, then, in about an hour or so, once it's dark enough, we'll do fireworks. You all up for that?” Philip asked.
The boys had plenty of energy, and tomorrow wasn't a school day, so we could all sleep in.
“That sounds great to me. What do you think Ollie? Are you feeling up to it?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I feel fine. We can stay. It'll be fun.”
“Great. How about me and the boys go get you guys some food. You coming along, Turner?”
“Yeah,” Turner said, and he set Jackson back on his feet. “I'm starving after that game.” Turner took off his ball cap and placed it on Jackson's head. He winked at him. “Looks good on you.”
Jackson beamed.
Chapter Ten
Kayden
Once we were done with our dinner, we hung out under the pavilion in the park with the team of firefighters and police officers, all having plenty of fun at each other's expense. I met several of Turner’s colleagues, something I’d never done when we were together six years ago. Turner introduced Jackson to everyone. Jackson’s eyes got wider with each new officer he met.
Afterward, we sat on the lawn, watching fireworks. There was a moment when we were all staring at the sky, eyes lit up with colors, that I realized this is what it could be like all the time. If Turner and I committed to one another, got married or whatever, we could be a family. A real one. One hundred percent of the time and not just on these random days where the stars happened to align and the two of us weren't being commitment-phobes. Me more so than him.
I could easily admit that.
I had been surprised at how much fun I’d had today with my little family. Who knew that a small town could feel so normal to me? I'd always been a city kid. Six years ago, when I had first met Turner, I was a go-go dancer for God's sake. Now I was sitting on a picnic blanket surrounded by families with kids of varying ages.
I ran a daycare.
It was just one of those moments that felt too surreal. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, though. Jackson was my everything and I would never regret having him. But it had never been in m
y plans.
Plans change.
I caught a glimpse of Turner out of the corner of my eye. He was talking with Jackson, pointing out the different fireworks as they exploded across the sky. I couldn't hear what they said over the music that was playing in the park, but it didn't matter. We were a family.
Philip and Ollie were next to us as well, with Christopher and Riley. Riley’s dad had never come looking for him. Mother fucker.
The kids were exhausted by the time the fireworks were done and we made our way back to the car. Millerstown was small, but pretty much every citizen was there in the park, so I was sure that getting out of this mess was going to be a nightmare. But thankfully, it didn't take that long.
Riley helped navigate us to his house. It was more than a few blocks from the park and my heart broke once more for him and the unfortunate hurdles he had to endure every day. Life wasn't fair for this little guy.
“Thank you for everything today, Mr. Kayden. It was a lot of fun.”
“Not a problem, Riley. I'll go with you to your door.”
“No, you don't have to,” he said. “My dad’s home. The lights on.”
“Yeah, but I'd like to have a few words with him.”
Turner got out of the car too, likely he had a few things he wanted to say also. We knocked several times before Turner decided to try the knob. He opened the door and a wave of stench so strong it turned my stomach hit me. Turner covered his nose with his hand. Riley didn’t seem affected.
“Wait here,” Turner said as he stepped inside.
Riley took a step forward as if he was going to go in, and I put a hand on his shoulder.
From the front door I could see the living room of the small house. Trash littered the floor, so much so that Turner had a hard time walking through the house. Tom lay on the couch, passed out. It wasn’t until I saw the needle in his arm that I realized why. I sucked in a breath and turned Riley around.