Chapter Twenty-Two
Brad
Brad stood across the garden watching Lionel holding Maisie’s baby, rocking and cooing at him.
Euphoric was the only way to describe how Brad felt in that moment.
His eyes misted with tears as Lionel brushed a kiss over the child’s forehead and then wore a silly grin when a tiny fist came up and touched his cheek.
“He’s a wonderful man.” Mom nudged his shoulder.
“He is,” Brad murmured, meaning it from the bottom of his heart.
The acceptance from Brad’s family and Lionel’s friends had relaxed him in a way Brad hadn’t fully witnessed before. It fed Brad’s desire all afternoon and evening. His mate glowed with happiness, and it competed with Morty’s pregnancy glow.
Morty and Hector had left an hour ago when Morty started to tire. Brad put aside his concern that Morty would give birth before they had completed the building's work. It was a worry for another day, today was all about Lionel.
He walked over to his mate as Lionel handed the child back to Maisie with what looked like reluctance. “I thought for a minute you might kidnap him,” Maisie said, tucking the baby into her chest as Ian approached.
“You know Lionel is a kid magnet.”
“I am not,” Lionel blustered, going a dark shade of red.
“Then why is it wherever we go, you always find the one child and make friends with them?”
Brad liked Ian, he was an affable guy with a ready smile. “Is that so?”
“Don’t listen to him,” Lionel answered before Ian did, hooking his arm through Brad’s and tugging him away. “They are talking nonsense.”
Brad didn’t think so, but he didn’t say more as they moved around the garden, chatting and laughing as they ate their body weight in food.
He watched the sunset as Lionel pulled him into his side while talking to Dad about his business.
“That’s a lot of work, must mean a lot of late nights and weekends.”
Lionel shook his head. “I’ve got a wonderful secretary and spreadsheets that feed into a database I created to keep track of the interest trends, so it helps predict when changes might be required. I haven’t worked an evening or a weekend in years.”
“Oh, that’s a great idea. I use spreadsheets for the accounts, but building a database, that’s next level,” Mom enthused after coming over to join them.
“This isn’t an interrogation, Lionel, just my parents being nosy.” Brad gave both parents a stern look of warning. Lionel had been relaxed, he didn’t want their nosiness changing that.
Mom laughed, slinging her arm around Lionel’s waist. “Nosy, my love, is asking when I’m going to get grandchildren to bounce on my knee after seeing how sweet Lionel is with his friend’s sister's child.”
Brad groaned and looked at Dad. “Is this what all the questions are about Lionel’s working hours? Figuring out if you can get your hands on our babies?”
Mom nodded, and Dad just shrugged.
“You two are incorrigible.” Brad sighed and directed his thought at Lionel. Sorry, they mean well.
It’s fine, and I love you saying babies. “My hours aren’t that long, in fact, I could work from home like Hector, if Brad wants that,” he explained, grinning at Brad.
The sense of how much Lionel was open to discussing having a family left Brad considering what they did together naked .
He wasn’t averse to having babies, he just wasn’t ready to be a ‘stay-at-home-dad’.
He’d worked hard to get where he was in business and, selfishly, he wasn’t ready to give it up.
It's not selfish, Lionel assured him.
Let’s have this conversation later.
Lionel’s head bobbed as he continued the conversation with Mom and Dad. “Although if we decide to have a family, I’m sure we’d love you both to help.”
“You’ve done it now,” Brad giggled. “They’ll be pestering me.”
Oh, no—
No, don’t stress, I’m joking.
“As if we’d do that,” Mom blustered, though she winked at Lionel.
Brad steered the conversation to building projects and how Pennington was kicking up a fuss and failing to get Brad to change his mind. An hour later they left after everyone else had gone, forced out the door by Mom, who refused any help with clean-up.
In the truck, Brad placed his hand on Lionel’s thigh squeezing. “Sorry about my folks, they can be too pushy, but if you tell them to stop, they will, I swear.”
“I didn’t mind it. In fact, it was a question I wondered if they’d ask… about babies. Did you mind?”
His mind was closed to Brad except he felt some unease. “No, not at all. I enjoy working, and I’m not sure I want to give that up.” He pressed on Lionel’s thigh. “I’m not saying I don’t want babies with you, I do…”
“You just don’t see yourself being a full-time parent, right now, which is often expected of omegas.”
“Yes, that’s it. Does that make me selfish?” His earlier thought lingered despite how seeing Lionel with a baby tugged at something deep inside him.
“No, because everyone is different. I wouldn’t be averse to staying home… like Hector… you know, if we decide we want babies.”
Brad grinned into the darkness at just how much Lionel thought he was holding back his eagerness. He wasn’t, and once more Brad considered overcoming his large-dick aversion.
Physically, he was attracted to his mate in every way. He got so turned on looking at Lionel, dressed and undressed. Loved to suck Lionel’s monster dick, and he could swallow quite a lot of it, once he relaxed. So why wouldn’t it fit in his ass?
Said ass clenched, and Brad’s cock got on board with his thoughts.
They reached Lionel’s house, and Brad parked.
Lionel was out of the truck and around the hood opening Brad’s door.
The security lighting revealed that Brad hadn’t kept his thoughts to himself judging by the pole fighting against the denim in front of his face.
He chuckled. “Someone’s eager.”
Lionel’s response was to lift Brad out of the truck, and Brad wrapped his legs around Lionel’s waist as a large hand cupped his ass, squeezing and pressing them together.
They groaned together, there was kissing and cloth tugging, Brad just couldn’t say if it happened outside or inside the house. Lionel’s need for him left no room for anything else.
When the kissing stopped—sometime later—he was naked, as was Lionel, both were breathless and lying on Lionel’s soft mattress, and aroused to the point of pain.
His ass was slick, and Lionel had three fingers buried inside him, murmuring against his mouth how tight he felt and how much he wanted him, scissoring his fingers gently.
His dick was totally on board with all of this, with no sign of wilting like it had done once before when Brad’s brain engaged. Lionel was playing him like a concert pianist heading toward the crescendo.
Lionel’s mouth trailed down his throat, where he nibbled at the mate mark. “Want you so much. Can’t wait to sink inside you and feel this silky-smooth ass suck me deep.”
Brad moaned low and needy, undulating on the bed, rocking up into each thrust.
He groaned in complaint when Lionel’s fingers slipped free. “Nooo, don’t stop, I’m so close.”
“Shush, my love, one more finger, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Hurt—his whole body hurt with the need to come.
“You won’t hurt me,” Brad insisted, rolling them so Lionel ended up flat on his back with Brad straddling him.
The thick cock was right under his ass. Lionel had slicked Brad so good and his body had done the rest that he slid effortlessly up and down the shaft, making Lionel grunt and moan, desperation coming from him as well.
Except there in the tightness of his clenched jaw, evidence of his restraint.
Brad was grateful Lionel let him lead and wiggled until he was happy with the position of the fat cockhead pressing against his rim, and he mewled at the joint slickness. His ass clenched with need. Just a little more wiggling, and Brad felt the pressure of the massive head.
Lionel froze beneath him, his chest unmoving, and Brad let out a breath for both of them as he pushed carefully down. The pressure became more intense and enough to make his eyes roll in his head until the head snicked past the tight ring of muscle.
They both panted at the point, and Brad’s muscles burned with the effort to go slow.
The heat building inside him increased with every inch sinking deeper, bringing with it an unbelievable stretch.
He couldn’t think beyond where he began and Lionel ended, as he continued to inch slowly down the monster his mate housed in his pants.
Brad didn’t stop, didn’t consider it when Lionel was looking at him like he was handing him the world.
It ramped up the desire—their connection—flowing between them until every cell in Brad’s body hummed with the life of it.
You are my world.
Brad’s cock jerked, cum spraying his mate as warmth flooded his ass. You are my everything now. Brad couldn’t find a thing wrong with that, not one.