9. Trey
9
TREY
He wanted me to talk to him. While his dick was still locked inside me. It was almost comical, but I knew we had to have some real conversations. Especially since there was a real possibility I was in the process of conceiving his child.
My lips twitched into a smile as I thought about that. I hadn’t really expected to ever have kids, but now that the possibility was real, I wanted it so damn bad.
“What are you grinning about?” Walt tickled my side, making me flinch and smile wider.
“Just thinking about you. This.” I took a deep breath and drummed up the courage to look him in the eye. “Us.”
“ Us is a pretty good thought.” His fingers trailed up my side and stopped at my neck. “I’ve been thinking about us too.”
“What about us?” It was a silly question, and there was a risk we’d be talking in circles all night, but I didn’t want to miss this chance.
Just as Walt opened his mouth to speak, his knot shrank enough that his dick slipped out of me. I immediately missed the connection and was eager to get him back inside me. Soon. After we talked.
The scent of our mingled sweat and spunk still hung in the air. My heart raced as I realized this was more than a fleeting moment for him too. Gilded Lake and the Francesco family had lured me like the pages of a good book, but nothing could have prepared me for how it would feel to be the recipient of Walt’s touch.
As a powerful alpha in this family, his presence commanded attention with just a look. But he could bring me to my knees with just the brush of his fingertip or his warm breath against my ear. “I want you to stay. I want tonight to be the beginning of us. But that doesn’t mean it won’t be complicated.”
Complicated didn't begin to cover what we were stepping into, but as I lay there with Walt's chest still pressed against me, I couldn't deny the pull deep within me. “I’m a writer. I love complicated.”
He chuckled. "But this is life and death. Real life. Not just words on paper. But actual blood and bones and…babies." His breath was hot against my neck as he nuzzled into me.
“I can handle all those things.” I rubbed up his back and then down. “I want all those things, Walt. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I came back and couldn’t force myself to leave when I thought you were avoiding me.”
In most circumstances, I was conservative and not a risk taker. And for anyone else, I would have hesitated. Taken a beat to consider the risks involved with joining a mafia family. But I was safe with Walt. He’d already proven that I was in no danger with him, despite the danger that literally lurked just outside our doors.
I trusted him implicitly.
“If you want to leave, you can. I’m not going to force you to stay with me.” He took a deep breath then slowly blew it out. “But fuck, Trey. I want you to stay so damn bad. I want a life with you. I don’t deserve you, and there will always be an element of danger with me…but I’m not above begging. I want you to stay, and I hope that you will.”
"I'm in this, Walt. With you." It was true. My heart had made its choice, and Walt was it. Our hearts would beat in tandem from this day forward. “For as long as you want me.”
"You want to be us. Even if it’s a little…messy sometimes?" His eyes were vulnerable but sincere.
"I want us more than anything, alpha." My hand intertwined with Walt’s, and our fingers knit together. "More than I've ever wanted anything before."
I'd come to Gilded Lake chasing a fantasy, but I ended up finding the heart of my story. The kind of love I wrote about but didn’t believe would ever be a reality for me. My heart fully belonged to the man beside me.
I would stay with Walt because I loved him. I’d loved him from afar for a long time, and now I could love him up close. He was the only man who’d ever seen me as more than just an omega. He knew me as the writer and a dreamer and someone he could respect as his partner.
As we lay there with our soft breaths syncing, the outside world faded away. We were the only two people who existed for just a little while. Two souls stripped of jobs and families and drama so we could be raw and real with each other.
"I want you, omega. More than anything." His mouth covered mine in a heated but brief quick. "If you’re willing to put up with me, I promise to do everything to keep you safe and happy until I take my last breath."
"Like characters in one of my books." I was teasing, but the flutter in my chest reminded me this wasn’t a work of fiction. This was the narrative of our lives, no matter how unpredictable and dramatic it might be.
"I’m no Romero, but…" Walt waggled his eyebrows.
“You’re so much better. Hotter.” I wrapped my hand around his bicep. “Stronger.”
“Okay, okay. Now I know you’re lying.” Walt chuckled, so I knew he wasn’t upset. “But I’ll take it. I’ll take anything as long as you’re here with me.”