Chapter 14 Keir
KEIR
“My manners are deplorable.” I lay over Fallon, still joined. We’d calmed a bit, our breaths still rapid as we waited for my knot to go down.
Fallon’s arms wove around my back, his head buried between my neck and shoulder.
“What?”
I was embarrassed but I made myself speak. “Oh, honey. I’m terrible. Awful. I didn’t use a condom. I didn’t even ask you.”
He choked out a reply. “We got caught up. I have no regrets.”
“But you’re in heat.”
“I’m also on birth control.”
I kissed the top of his head, trying to coax him to tilt his head back so I could plunder his mouth again. When I succeeded, I pressed my open mouth to his. He met my kiss with equal energy.
When I pulled back, I spoke again. “It’s still bad manners on my part. Again, I apologize.”
His arms tightened around me. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
“My knot’s going down. I’ll grab you some water and towels in just a minute.”
His hips moved and he let out a long sigh, whispering, “It feels good.”
I smiled and kissed him again. When my knot finally receded, I pulled out and lifted myself up. Fallon’s mouth turned down in disappointment.
“I’ll be right back.”
I brought him towels and water and some of the snacks I’d brought. He showed no interest in anything but me, which flattered my alpha. I wanted him in my arms, sitting in my lap while I fed him from my own hands.
I got back in bed and he curled into my side. I was still erect for him, but for this moment the desperation to obsessively have him lowered enough so I could catch my breath.
I put an arm around him and grabbed my phone. “I need to check on the updates.”
“I think I can work a bit while we rest,” he replied, his voice more level now.
Fallon sat up and reached for the nightstand where his laptop sat. He pulled up the covers and set it in his lap. He was still hard; it had to be uncomfortable. For the moment, he was all business.
Immediately, he began to sort through things, typing fast.
“I’ve got to call Control.”
He nodded without looking up.
I spoke softly with Drake. I could tell Fallon was listening to every word. I had to use all my discipline to keep my voice even. To my mind, I was talking way too fast, my words tripping over each other. If Drake noticed, he didn’t comment. Nor ask me if anything was wrong.
After that call, I grabbed my own laptop, which I’d brought in from the living room. All that could be heard in the room amid the sweet scents of Fallon’s heat and our recent sex was rapid typing and the occasional sharply drawn breath.
I wanted him again so badly. I sent message after message while being all too aware my cock was tingling, my balls moving in their sac. Fallon was a brilliant flame beside me. I wanted to entangle myself in his warm glow.
But we were also in a crisis at work. The timing could not have been worse.
“Look.” Fallon’s voice brought me back from my typing and my thoughts.
I glanced at his computer screen. He had a couple of windows up. One showed the storm and detailed specs. The other was a series of symbols and numbers.
“What am I looking at?”
“I think I can work on this to compensate for the storm’s shifts.”
“Show me.”
It was difficult to talk shop and not touch, to remain professional while the ache to mate—to make love—rolled through muscles, veins and genitals.
But the work was part of our relationship. Satisfying, as well. For both of us.
We discussed the theory. We stared at numbers. Our minds had the ability to fixate and get things done.
Much of what Fallon did was beyond even me. I accepted that with awe and admiration. He was everything I’d hoped for when I hired him.
He explained what he had so far. To my surprise, I was able to focus and listen.
“I think it will work.” Excitement—or maybe it was arousal—laced his tone.
“How long do you think it will take to complete it and integrate it to the nav system?”
“I’ve got to complete more equations. Then test them.”
“We’ll have Control to run the tests.”
He nodded. “And then if it runs, we integrate it. That’s a lot of coding.”
“Can it be done in time?”
His eyebrows narrowed. His eyes filled. “I don’t know. I can try.”
Immediately, I put my arms around him. The heat of his skin against mine made my body shiver all over—in a good way. I nuzzled the side of his head.
“You can do it. I know it.”
“I know. But Santa’s flight is now less than two days away.”
“You focus. Let me worry about that.”
He blinked away his tears but not before I put both hands on his face and ran my thumbs beneath his eyes. “You’ve got this. And I’ve got you.”
He opened his mouth and took in shaking breaths. “It hurts.”
“Lie back. We’ll get through this together. You and me. I’m here for you one hundred percent.”
His arms came around me. He slid up in the bed and his laptop fell away. I put one arm around him and with the other closed his computer and mine and set them aside where they were safe.
Fallon was already scrambling with his feet to get out from under the covers. His bare legs spread for me. His cock bobbed.
I couldn’t help myself and leaned down, licking the head. He tasted of all the sweetness I knew he had inside him. I reached for the base of his shaft and held him steady as I took the head into my mouth. He fell back, moaning.
Precum spurted onto my tongue. His shaft was so hard the head bulged. I gave a little suck to sooth that ache. He cried out and began tossing his head on the pillows.
I moved my body into a better position to take him deeper into my throat, my other hand cupping his balls, then moved it down to probe his soaked hole.
Fallon’s hips arched up. His cock went deep. I pulled up, sucking, then went down to give him the suction and friction his body was begging for. He made it so easy for me. It was as if his beautiful cock was made to fit. Made for me. And the sweetness. My mouth watered around him, hungry for more.
His fists tangled in my long hair. I still hadn’t put it up. It was going to be a nightmare to brush out when this was over. I didn’t care.
I pushed two fingers inside him and pulled up on his cock. His hands pressed the back of my head. I went down again, then up, faster. He let out sweet, strangled sounds, making my own cock drip.
Front and back, I had him just where I wanted him, fingers inside him, mouth on top.
I pulled off his cock, holding it straight up.
It gleamed for me, utterly enticing. The tip was dripping.
I licked over the tip and down to the nerve bundle at the base of the head.
I sucked on that, making him scream. When I felt the throat against my palm, I covered his head and sucked hard.
Strong shots of liquid hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed everything he had to give.
His cries quieted, but not much. He squirmed on my fingers, not done.
I climbed between his legs and held him up. His cock and balls fell back and his hole was revealed. I licked all around it, taking in the syrup of his slick until I could no longer wait. I raised myself over him, lined up my cock, and pressed into that welcoming heat.
“I need you to fill me.” He spoke each word between breaths.
I pushed harder, trying to be gentle, but my body betrayed me. Soon, I was plunging to the hilt, withdrawing and doing it again. My cock and balls burned.
Fallon grabbed his legs and pulled them to his chest, giving me complete access to his body. So beautiful.
I lost myself to the magic. This act had never felt so good.
I pressed in and pulled him up at the same time, hoping I wasn’t squishing his legs.
He let go and they dropped forward though his stomach and hips and back muscles still lifted them from the bed.
His head had fallen back but I could still reach his lips.
I kissed him and he responded by moaning into me.
He turned his face aside and begged. “Knot me again. Please.”
That wasn’t going to be a problem. My knots came when I was in breeding mode. Omega heats guaranteed that.
“Honey, I will. I will.”
“Deeper, please.”
The begging was actually hot, and had me moving faster, my mind slowly blanking out.
It didn’t take long for my orgasm to hit. I tried to hold back to prolong our pleasure, but that hardly worked. Fallon sent me out of control.
My knot formed quickly and Fallon groaned his approval. His rim spread and his body sucked it inside. I saw stars.
I wasn’t sure how long my orgasm lasted. I was breathless when it passed. My knots always fed me more orgasms during the approximately twenty minutes they lasted. But my first with Fallon had been longer. I hadn’t timed it, but it was at least a half an hour.
My arms were shaking and I slowly lowered myself on top of him. He didn’t seem to mind my weight. His legs were still in the air and I gently pushed them down until he could rest more comfortably.
“So good.” He kept murmuring those words.
“You’re incredible.” I kissed him, loving the feel of it while we were stuck together.
Another orgasm rolled over me, shorter, but Fallon squeezed every bit of it out of me.
When I relaxed again, Fallon said, “Do you realize your phone is pinging?”
“I’ll get it later.”
“It’s kind of a lot.”
“I’m so sorry if it disturbs you.”
“It’s okay. We’re working.” He let out a huff. “We have no choice.”
“This is our necessary break.”
“You can look at it if you want to. I won’t be offended.”
“Honey, I have all my attention on you.”
“I know that. But I wouldn’t mind. And I’m curious.”
I pecked him on the lips, then lifted my upper body onto one shaky arm and reached for it. I set it on his chest. He made a soft giggle sound.
I started poking at my messages.
“What is it?”
My cock swelled for another orgasm but I held it at bay as I read.
“They’re saying our equations aren’t working in the current program. We have to rework them.”
His eyes lit up with interest. Numbers always got him. Even before sex, I surmised. “That’s because they didn’t adjust it right. I can already guess what’s wrong. I left out some instructions. At least I think so. I’ll work on it as soon as we, um, become unstuck.”
I had lost track of time. When I looked, it was late morning.
Santa’s flight was set for five p.m. the next day.
We had very little time to get this right.
All while taking care of ourselves. It wasn’t just that Fallon was in heat.
I was already infected. I needed him as much as he needed me.
Plus, I would not skimp on the caregiving part.
He squirmed through another orgasm as my own took me away from the moment at the phone.
“I don't want this to end.” Fallon moaned.
“Me, either.”
“But we have work to do.”
“We'll get to it. But my priority is to take care of you.”
“I appreciate that, but your priority is to Santa.”
I huffed. “Not right now.” I shoved the phone aside and put my hands flat on his chest, petting. “This isn't just about Christmas Eve. It's about having you healthy and happy the whole time you are working for me. Years down the road, hopefully.”
I wanted to say more. I wanted more than just him working for me years down the road.
But it felt too early to say anything. We were both hormone-overdosed.
Of course, I longed to make a future plan with him.
One heat, and I was stuck on him in more ways than one.
Now wasn't the right time to make plans.
“I want to be here years down the road.”
My heart soared. Still, his statement was vague. He could have meant here and working for me as much as here in bed together.
I spread my hands over his smooth hairless skin and kissed between them. I found a small nipple and licked over the tip.
He stretched his body and let out a long-winded, “Ahhhhh.”
His hands ran up and down my back, lightly clutching at my hair. We continued to touch and kiss for another half hour before my knot finally shrank. I didn't want to leave his body any more than he wanted me to. But it was time for a rest, a clean-up and some hydration.
“Don't be gone long,” Fallon called out in a strained voice.
“I won't.”
I returned with more water and snacks. We devoured what I’d previously brought in yesterday.
Fallon had gotten up and was in the bathroom. I used that time to straighten up the covers, change out dirty towels for clean ones and fluff the pillows. I was in my element. It all felt so right. Did he feel it too? I couldn't allow myself to think like that. Not this soon.
My phone let out a series of beeps. For the last hour, with the exception of our conversation while we were stuck together, I'd completely forgotten about work and Christmas and Santa. It was as if my mind had been hijacked. And in such a good way.
I grabbed my phone and sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling. So many messages. Patiently, I started reading the first one.
Fallon walked into the room naked. I could tell he had washed and combed his hair. He went to the other side of the bed and sat, grabbing up his laptop. He lifted his legs onto the bed, leaned back and grabbed a pillow to put in his lap. Then he set the computer on it and began to type rapidly.
“What are they saying? Can you read me some of the messages?” he asked.
I leaned back on the pillows and drew up the covers. Then I placed a plate of snacks between us. Phone in hand, I began to read them out loud to him.
As if we were in a perfectly rehearsed dance, we went to work. I never thought I'd be doing this sitting naked next to him, but here we were. Sometimes I stumbled over words.
Fallon remained clear in his speech, but he took his time responding.
Technically, we were working severely inebriated.
But we had each other's backs. We caught each other up in minor mistakes and finished each other's sentences.
It was actually quite miraculous, what we were doing.
Within half an hour, we had a new report sent to Control and they acknowledged it and said they would get all the new changes implemented as quickly as possible.
“There's more about the storm.” Fallon showed me graphics on his computer. They were not new to me, but I noticed the numbers had changed. They were updated.
We got back to work on analysis, sharing our numbers as quickly as we came up with them and trying to put them in some sort of strategic order.
Night came again.
I could tell Fallon’s concentration was flagging. His face and chest were flushed. Periodically, he let out little moons I didn't think he was aware of.
I reached out to him, stroking my hand down his shoulder. “I'm getting these new coordinates in order. As soon as I send them, we can take a break from this.”
What I really meant was as soon as we got this part of our work out of the way I was going to grab him and have my way with him again and again.
He kept typing on his computer even as he glanced my way with soulful gratitude. That look had my cock at full mast in seconds.
“I’ll hurry,” I said.