Omega’s Refuge (Rambling Cow Dude Ranch #1)

Chapter Twenty-Four

(one week past the due date)

“It’s a week past my due date,” I grumbled to Dr. Thompson, my OBGYN. “A whole week. I’ve tried warm baths, caster oil, and pineapple. Nothing works. I feel like a human blimp. Rex thinks it’s funny to time how long it takes me to shuffle to the bathroom like it’s an Olympic event.”

Dr. Thompson’s lips twitched as he glanced at Rex. “Is that true, Rex?”

Rex laughed sheepishly. “Once. I did it once because I was trying to cheer him up.”

“Cheer me up?” I scowled. “It didn’t cheer me up.”

“You laughed.” Rex shrugged.

“It was either that or cry.” I sighed, resting my hands on my enormous stomach. “I can’t blame Rex for my unhappiness though. He really is trying to keep my spirits up. It’s this giant belly that I have a problem with. I just want to see my feet again. I just want this to be over.”

“Of course.” Dr. Thompson nodded, removing the blood pressure cuff from my arm. He jotted some notes down on his clipboard. “But you must remember, you’re not the first omega to feel this way at 41 weeks, Tanner. I know it’s uncomfortable, but being a little overdue is completely normal for a first baby.”

I groaned, rubbing my hands over my belly. “Normal or not, I can’t take another week of this. This baby is sadistic. I swear it’s kicking my ribs out of alignment just for fun. What can I do, Doc? Just tell me.”

Dr. Thompson pursed his lips. “Have you tried spicy food? Some people say it gets the digestive system moving, which can, in turn, get labor started.”

I grimaced. “I don’t know about that. Water gives me indigestion these days. Spicy foods might kill me.”

“He’s not wrong.” Rex raised his brows. “He’s gone through two bottles of Tums just last week, and he’s been eating bland foods.”

Smiling, Dr. Thompson said, “I understand. Indigestion is a huge issue in the last trimester. What about acupuncture? Some people swear by it.”

I shuddered. “I don’t think that’s for me. I can’t imagine being stuck by needles.”

“Yeah,” Rex drawled. “I don’t blame you one bit on that score, Tanner. I wouldn’t let needles anywhere near me either.”

“I assume you’ve tried walking?” Dr. Thompson asked.

I laughed. “Oh, yes. I’ve waddled every square inch of the ranch. One of the ranch hands tried to lasso me the other day because they thought I was an escaped steer.”

Rex laughed. “He’s kidding. I guarantee, that didn’t happen.”

I smirked. “It could though. I’m big enough to be mistaken for a bull.”

“Stop it, Tanner,” Rex said gruffly. “You’re just as attractive to me as ever. I wished you’d stop comparing yourself to whales and cows. It’s not even close to true. I think you’re the most gorgeous omega I’ve ever seen.”

Dr. Thompson looked pleased. “Now that’s the way an alpha should talk to their omega. You’re a refreshing change, Rex. Many omegas come to their appointments feeling unattractive, and the alphas just compound that by not challenging their self-deprecating words. After all, when you’re feeling insecure, silence can sometimes fell like agreement.”

“Rex never makes me feel bad.” I shot Rex an affectionate look. “Rex always says nice things to me. He’d never tear me down.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

Dr. Thompson snapped his fingers. “You know, sex is an excellent way to stimulate labor. Have you been having regular sexual intercourse?”

Rex’s cheeks tinted pink. “Well, not the last week.”

I sighed. “He’s afraid he’ll hurt the baby. ”

Dr. Thompson nodded. “That’s a common misconception. It’s completely false. So long as you don’t lay on top of the omega’s belly, there’s no risk of harming the baby.”

“Really?” Rex looked relieved.

“Oh, yes.” Dr. Thompson adjusted his glasses. “There are many positions you can use instead. For example, Tanner could rest his upper body on the edge of the bed, and you could penetrate him from behind, Rex.”

Rex’s face got even pinker. “Is that right?”

I too was embarrassed by how blunt Dr. Thompson was being, but at least he was being very clinical about it all. He wasn’t being salacious in any way. He sounded as excited as if he was discussing the viscosity of mud. The problem was, not having sex for a week had me horny as hell all the time. It could have been a nun talking about the best brand of ruled notebook paper, and I’d have gotten hard. Just the idea of sex turned me on. My face was hot because I worried Dr. Thompson might notice the tent forming beneath my paper gown.

“Another popular position for omegas in the last trimester is where the omega lies on his side, and the alpha takes him from behind. The resulting orgasm of the omega can trigger labor sometimes.” Dr. Thompson smiled politely, seemingly oblivious to the fact that we were embarrassed by the conversation. “I’m sure you boys can come up with some inventive ways to get the job done. Nipple stimulation while you copulate will also be very effective at triggering contractions. You really should try having lots of sex to get things going.”

“We… we have done things,” I said. “Just not full on sex. But even with that… I… I haven’t had any contractions. Anyway—”

“I see,” Dr. Thompson interrupted my attempt at changing the subject. “Well, you should definitely have real sex. While it’s true any orgasm can trigger labor, penetrative sex can contribute in two additional ways. You see, semen contains prostaglandins. If ejaculation occurs inside the omega womb, the prostaglandins in the semen can help soften and ripen the cervix, potentially making it more ready for labor.”

I made an embarrassed gulping sound.

Dr. Thompson continued, unfazed. “In addition, inserting the penis into the omega creates cervical stimulation. Penetration provides direct mechanical stimulation to the cervix, which can also help prepare it for labor.”

“Okay, I think we get the point,” Rex said in a strangled voice. “Thank you for your very, very detailed suggestions, doctor.”

“Of course.” Dr. Thompson smiled and stood. “Well, your blood work looks good and your pressure too, Tanner. You just keep doing what you’re doing, and try to have some sex when you get home. That baby will come out in no time.”

He left the room and Rex and I looked at each other. We both started laughing.

“That wasn’t awkward at all,” I said, grabbing my shirt from the edge of the examination table. “I’m no prude, but good Lord.”

Rex grinned, face red. “I was worried for a moment there that he was going to try and demonstrate some of the positions on you. I feared I’d have to break his neck.”

I grimaced. “Please don’t kill my doctor.”

He chuckled and moved over to kiss me. “I won’t. We need him.”

I slid off the table and finished dressing. I refused to wear maternity jeans, so I just left my zipper half undone and my shirt untucked. “Okay, I’m ready to go.”

We left the medical building and I inhaled the crisp air outside. Rex kept his arm around me as we made our way to his truck. Once I was safely inside, he ran around the front of the truck and climbed behind the wheel.

The radio played a country tune softly as we drove back to Livingston. I gazed out the window at the landscape that stretched endlessly outside. I’d never fully appreciated the beauty of Montana until recently. I’d always thought the desert was pretty, but now the patchwork of golden plains and rolling hills that rippled under the soft light of the late afternoon sun mesmerized me.

Jack had mentioned a client who was interested in some paintings of this area. So as we drove, I focused on the details, hoping to remember them so I could paint them later. Here and there, weathered wooden fences lined the highway, dividing the land into sprawling ranches dotted with grazing cattle. The Crazy Mountains loomed in the distance, their rugged peaks dusted with the last remnants of snow. Occasional farmhouses with red barns peeked out from clusters of cottonwoods, their branches just starting to turn a soft yellow with the approach of fall. Every so often, we passed an old windmill, its rusty blades spinning in the breeze. Sometimes the beauty of Montana made me feel like I was living in postcard come to life.

I winced when the baby kicked, and Rex noticed. “You okay?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, just the baby doing construction on my ribs.” I laughed.

His cheek curved in a smile. “So, what did you think about Dr. Thompson’s suggestion we have sex to get labor going?”

I smirked. “Frankly, I think we should fuck whether it starts labor or not.” I laughed. “I’ve missed it.”

“So have I.” He grimaced. “You know I’ve just been concerned for you and the baby. It wasn’t a lack of desire that made me keep my hands off you.”

“I know.” I grabbed his outstretched hand. “The other things we’ve done have been great, but I miss the real thing.”

“Me too.” He slowed the truck.

“What are you doing?” I frowned as he pulled into the parking lot of a small motel called The Pink Stetson. “Why are you stopping?”

He put the truck in park. “Because our doctor has instructed us to have sex.”

I laughed. “I thought we’d just do that when we got home.”

He shut off the truck. “Why wait? The Pink Stetson calls.”

I studied the old, hot-pink building, taking in the green and purple neon sign out front, complete with a giant flashing cowboy hat. “You want to get a room here ?”

He grinned sheepishly. “Not exactly. I want to have sex with you, and I don’t want to drive thirty minutes with a boner.”

I snorted a laugh. “You sweet talker, you.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. We’ve never stayed in a motel together. It’ll be like a mini vacation.” He pointed to the health department rating in the window. “They even have a solid B rating.”

“B rating, huh?” I reached for the door handle, laughing. “Sure, what could go wrong? I mean, it has a B rating, right? ”

“Honestly, Tanner, I’ll do you in the fucking truck if you want. I just don’t want to have to wait until we get home. Now that the doctor gave me permission, I need you.”

Excitement rolled through me at how eager he sounded. “Go get us a room. If I go with you, I’ll only slow you down.”

“Good point.” He jumped out of the truck enthusiastically. He shut the door and grinned at me through the window, giving me a thumbs up.

My heart ached at how much I loved him. I smiled back at him, and he gave me a cheerful little wave, and strode happily into the office of the motel.

He wasn’t gone long. He returned within ten minutes with a key attached to a plastic pink Stetson. He wiggled the key in front of my nose as I slid from the cab of the truck.

“She didn’t even blink an eye when I had no suitcase with me,” he said. “That’s probably not a great sign, right?”

“She most likely thought your suitcase was in the truck.” Thankfully, the motel was only one story. That was a relief because I didn’t want to have to go up a flight of stairs.

“Maybe.” He laughed. “But she also asked me if I wanted the daily or hourly rate.”

“Really?” I widened my eyes. “Perhaps that’s just because truckers stay here a lot, and they just pull over to sleep for a few hours. ”

“Sure, Tanner. Just keep telling yourself that.” He sniggered, stopping in front of a pink door with the number 122. He unlocked the door and we entered the room.

The room smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, mixed with the scent of aged wood and musty air conditioning. But there were many worse things it could have smelled like, so I wasn’t going to complain. The décor had a certain nostalgic charm, though it was clear its heyday was decades past. The walls were faded pink wall paper, their corners beginning to peel. The furniture consisted of sturdy, mismatched wooden pieces, the dresser’s varnish worn thin in places.

The bedspread that covered the queen-sized bed featured little cowboy hats in muted pinks and greens, its pattern slightly faded but clean. A boxy, ancient TV sat atop the dresser, complete with a laminated channel guide from years ago. I suspected half the stations listed no longer existed. The carpet was a dull brown shag, vacuumed meticulously, though it bore the ghosts of countless footsteps. All in all, the room wasn’t fancy, but it was serviceable. Especially for our needs.

We didn’t waste time. Rex helped me undress first, his eyes glittering with lust. He kissed the side of my neck as he stripped my shirt from my body. He stroked my big belly lovingly, staring into my eyes. Rex was the most amazing lover. He always focused on me so intently, I felt worshipped.

“Did you want to try one of the positions the doctor suggested?” I asked breathlessly.

He surprised me when he shook his head. “No. I want to look in your eyes when we fuck.”

Happy at his response, I smiled. “Okay.”

“How about, I sit against the headboard, and you sit on my lap?” He led me to the bed as he spoke. “That way we can face each other.”

I climbed clumsily onto the mattress. “I hope I can get on your lap without crushing you.”

“Stop it, Tanner.” He shook his head, crawling around me to put his back against the headboard. He sat with his thighs open and his calves crossed. His thick cock jutted from his crotch. “Come here. Sit on my cock,” he said hoarsely.

I slowly moved to him, bracing my hands on the headboard. I straddled Rex, putting my knees on either side of his hips. His cock rubbed my ass cheeks, and I felt breathless looking into his eyes. Slick was dripping out of me I was so turned on, and it’s musky scent filled the room.

The position allowed me to control how and when he penetrated me. I liked the control of that, and my excitement grew. My belly was against his chest, and he lowered his head and kissed it .

“I know you’re embarrassed by this big stomach,” he said softly. “But I love it. I find it sexy, Tanner.”

I shivered. “You’re always saying such nice things to me.”

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “I mean every word. I get so fucking turned on just looking at you.”

“Yeah? You get so turned on you can’t even wait thirty minutes to fuck me?” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him. His mouth opened hungrily against mine, and his tongue pushed into my eager mouth.

We kissed greedily, moaning and sucking each other’s lips and tongues. I was so turned on, I felt light headed. My hole ached with the need to be filled again by my alpha. The bite on my throat throbbed as the moment drew near.

I slowly lowered onto his thick cock, and we both groaned. We stared into each other’s eyes as he filled me inch by inch. His lips parted and his eyes glazed over as he sank deep inside me. I panted as I took him all the way into my body. He was so fucking big, he filled and stretched me until I could barely breathe.

“I love you so much, Tanner,” he whimpered as he seated himself fully inside me. “Feel me inside you?”

“I do. Oh, God,” I moaned, lifting up and then sitting back down on his dick. His hands dug into my hips as I rode him. “Feels so good. Fuck me harder, Rex.”

He thrust upward, and I cried out with pleasure. I watched as his eyes shifted slowly, transitioning from light blue to an unusual yellow, and finally settling into a rich golden brown.

My head fell back as he entered me over and over. I couldn’t be quiet because it felt too delicious. I groaned and begged for more. His thrusts were slow, but agonizingly deep, giving me maximum pleasure without jostling the baby too much.

We kissed and I moaned and rode his cock until my muscles began to give out. I didn’t have the stamina I’d had before the pregnancy. It didn’t take much to wear me out, and the pure pleasure of him inside me drained me too. But no way did I want to stop. It had been way too long, and I was in heaven as he thrust inside me.

When my muscles were too weak to lift myself, he took over. Thrusting his hips as he watched me, we stared at each other. I rested on the headboard, mumbling how much I needed what he was giving me. Then with a primal growl, he gritted his teeth, golden eyes glittering, as he sent me screaming over the edge into a pool of indescribable ecstasy.

I almost blacked out, the pleasure if my orgasm was so intense. When I climaxed, his muscles seized and he went rigid. His eyes rolled up in his head, and I felt his seed pumping into me, hot and forceful, filling me full. All I could do was hold onto the headboard and ride out the wave of my delicious climax and his.

After what felt like a glorious eternity, his eyes once more focused on me, the golden color fading as his orgasm slowly began to wane. We kissed and held each other, and when I had the strength, I pulled off of his half hard cock. He helped me settle beside him, and I closed my eyes, bathed in the warm aftermath of my climax.

He tugged the comforter over me, and he scooted down the lie beside me. His arm was looped over my waist, and he held me tight.

“I love you, Rex,” I whispered.

His arm tightened. “I love you too.”

“Is it okay if I sleep?”

“Of course.” There was a smile in his voice. “Sleep as long as you want.”

“Okay,” I mumbled, sleep already taking over. “I really enjoyed that.”

He chuckled. “Me too.”

“Maybe we should do that a few more times before we check out.”

He kissed my forehead. “Absolutely. But for now, just rest.”

I nodded, and drifted off to sleep.