Chapter 21 Testing
Testing
Ernest
Lawrie seemed a little flushed when he finally appeared in the door to the doctor’s office.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes. It’ll be May 25.”
“The heat?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
I waited if he’d say something more, but he didn’t. Grabbing my hand, he continued down the hall. He seemed distracted.
About a hundred questions had accumulated in my brain while I’d waited for him, and now all of them swarmed in my head, buzzing erratically.
What did the doctor say? Are you scared? Sad? Excited?
Do you even want to have kids with me ever?
Are you mad at me?
For once, I couldn’t read him.
“And you’re…feeling good?” I finally asked as we waited by the elevators.
He looked up at me and gave me a wobbly smile. “I’m fine, really. A lot to process. Can we talk about it later?”
“Sure.”
Then he pressed a small kiss to my cheek. In the elevator, I hugged his shoulders, and he leaned on me with a sigh. I kept forgetting we’d only realized we were mates a couple of weeks ago. My poor Lawrie had been through a lot since then.
“You did go easy on me with all the dragon facts,” he grumbled.
“Um. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”
“It was probably a good idea.”
“Are you overwhelmed now?”
“You could say so. But I’ll live.”
I kissed the top of his head. “I’m sorry, Lawrie.”
My mate lifted his face to look at me, frowning. “The doctor said I’d never get sick again. Not even a common cold.”
“You won’t.”
“I loathe having a cold.”
“Good thing you’re a dragon mate, then.”
His eyes gleamed with a strange light when he cupped my cheek and brought me down for a proper kiss. I was dying of curiosity, but I wouldn’t pry. He’d tell me when he wanted to.
After we’d returned to the company headquarters, the day dragged.
I couldn’t do much with the current version of the prototype until we did more tests.
I had a few simulations running on the system at the engineering lab, but those would take hours, so I mostly wandered around nervously, waiting until I could be with Lawrie again.
My dad’s call came as a welcome distraction at first, but I regretted my enthusiasm as soon as I heard his. Lawrie wouldn’t know what hit him.
“Ernest! How are you? You are coming on Friday night, aren’t you?”
“Hi. Yes. That’s the plan.”
“Great, your brothers will be here as well.”
Oh shit. “All of them? Do we have to throw Lawrie into the frying pan like that? Couldn’t we like…submerge him slowly into the lukewarm, calm atmosphere of our family home without a bunch of shifter kids flying around?”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine. Last time you said he was doing well.”
“He only just met Doctor Clearbridge today. I wanted to go easy on him for a few more weeks at least.”
“He met Francis? Great. When’s the time?”
“I’m not telling you that. It’s private.”
“Well, it won’t be so private once he’s walking around with a huge pregnant belly, will it?”
“We haven’t decided if we want children yet.”
The phone was quiet for a few seconds.
“And I’m not going to force the issue,” I added.
“Of course not,” my dad said hurriedly. “It’s Lawrie’s decision.”
“Exactly. Don’t you dare try to influence him.”
“Me? How could I?”
“Dad. I mean it. No meddling.”
“I wouldn’t do that. If he asks me any questions, I’ll answer honestly…”
“Dad!”
“Calm down, Ernest. I’ll be the nicest father-in-law ever.”
“And benevolent. Accepting. Zero pressure.”
I could almost hear the eye roll. “Yes.”
“See you on Friday at seven. And please, try to reduce the amount of Bracknell dragons that’ll swarm Lawrie upon arrival, okay?”
“We can’t wait to meet him!”
I groaned. Poor Lawrie.
Since the incident with Burnes, I was adamant about picking Lawrie up in front of Davidson’s office.
“I should dress up a bit and put some shades on,” he said as he was packing his laptop. “With the size of you, people will assume I’m some kind of celebrity. Maybe we could even get into one of these posh restaurants down the street that are always fully booked.”
“Do I look like a bodyguard?”
“You certainly hover like one.”
I put an arm around his shoulders. “My dad called. I’m afraid you’re going to be attacked by the entire clan on Friday.”
Lawrie’s eyes grew big as he looked up at me. “Clan?”
“He invited my brothers and their families. Not everyone can come, but enough to fill the house.”
“You’re not leaving my side, Ernest. Seriously. You better go pee properly before we go there because you won’t be allowed to leave me alone for a second.”
“I thought you didn’t want a bodyguard?” He threw me a glare, and I laughed. “I won’t leave you alone in a house full of dragons, I swear.”
He blew out a heavy breath. “How was work today?”
“Tedious. I’m looking forward to more test flights tomorrow. And you?”
“Strange. The board has split into two groups—one is behind Mr. Sullivan one hundred percent, and the rest is still loyal to Harry Burnes. At the same time, nobody dares to go into an open conflict about it. Mr. Sullivan is not pushing the issue at the moment. The stupid thing is, we have to wait until Burnes does something way worse than before so we can finally expose him. And I’m not keen on finding out what he’s capable of. ”
“Well, he most probably won’t murder anyone.”
“Only because he’s too chickenshit for that.” Lawrie lowered his voice and looked around as we passed the various meeting rooms on our way to the elevators.
“How is Davidson treating you?” I asked when we entered the elevator.
Wrinkling his nose, he leaned on the wall. “Like a porcelain doll. It’s weird.” He rubbed his neck and winced.
“How about I give you a massage when we get home?”
“As foreplay? Sure.”
I kissed him, pressing him into the wall quickly, just enough to make him blush before the cart stopped on the ground floor.
After a long, slow ride through evening traffic and a swift stop at a Thai place, we finally made it home.
Lawrie grabbed my hand and dragged me straight to the bathroom where he all but attacked the buttons on my shirt.
“Massage later,” he muttered and kissed me. “Need to fuck first.”
I loved when he got demanding. As soon as we got into the shower stall, I lifted him up against the wall. His lips stretched into an excited smile.
“Fuck me like you did that first night by your entry door.”
I held him under his thighs and knees, his feet dangling over my arms. He reached for my cock and aimed it at his opening, and I lowered him onto it. His rim slid over the ridges on my erection and clamped tight onto the base. Lawrie groaned, resting his head against the tile, and closed his eyes.
“I love sex with you so much,” he murmured. “Love how big you are in me and all around me.”
Giving him long, slow thrusts, I kissed him deeply, our tongues tangling.
He hummed into the kiss when I pressed in deep.
He’d gotten more pliant on the inside during the past couple of weeks, his body adjusting for me, and it got me so hot thinking I’d fucked him out.
At the same time, his strong inner muscles clenched from time to time, squeezing me tight, making us both moan.
Soon, his flesh squelched with wetness on each fuck.
“Fill me with cum and plug me. Want to be soaked. Come deep inside me. Please. Fuck the cum into me.”
Holy hell. My Lawrie and dirty talk? My body made the decision for me when I sped up and began pounding up into him while pulling his little body onto my dick.
Since we’d gone back to work, our lovemaking had been mostly gentle and slow. We’d savored each other, gasping into each other’s mouths, wrapped up in each other. This was something else.
“Harder. Oh please. Yes…”
I could sense it was stress that made Lawrie crave a wild, messy coupling. If that was what he needed, I’d happily oblige.
His insides fluttered, and his groans got choppy. His slick dribbled down my balls, and the loud slap slap slap of wet skin against wet skin resonated in the small stall.
He came sobbing, staining both our torsos with sweet-smelling omega cum. Except he could take much more. I lifted him off my dick and put him on his feet.
“Wha…? Oh fuck!”
I pushed him onto his knees, and he fumbled for the wall, bracing himself shakily. Pulling his ass cheeks apart roughly, I thrust into him anew, rubbing my cockhead with all those rock-hard ridges along the front wall of his hole. Lawrie keened, clawing at the tiles.
Each long, firm thrust had him letting out animalistic, high-pitched sounds. I barely recognized his voice. He was so hot. I pinched his nipples, feeling for the wetness I knew would be leaking out of them. I rubbed it around and pinched again while fucking him even harder.
“You needed a rough ride, my little mate?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You like being taken like an animal? Fast and hard against a wall and on your knees on the floor. Couldn’t even wait for a bed.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me…”
“Such a nympho, my little dragon mate. Your hole’s getting bigger. Needy, dripping, achy hole.”
“Come inside me. Please. Need your cum.”
“I’ll always give you anything you want, love.”
The climax stole my sight. Lawrie shouted a drawn-out, guttural yes as my cock jerked deep inside him, dousing his needy flesh with my cum.
I dug my fingers into his hips, holding him in place.
I needed the pulsating warmth to stay and keep loving me.
The power of Lawrie’s orgasms had his ass all but sucking on my cock like a hungry mouth, and the sensations it brought to me were incomparable to anything else I’d ever felt.
I heard myself growl and snarl, my spine and temples itching as if I were about to shift.