Chapter 15
FREY
Predictably, my dick was the first to wake up. While I was trying to clear the cobwebs from my skull, it throbbed and ached. My balls felt swollen and my knot tingly.
Nimble fingers brushed the underside of my erection, and I groaned.
“Oliver…”
“Good morning,” he whispered. The mattress shifted under me, and Oliver pressed to my front. A hot, wet mouth closed around my nipple, and the naked skin of his soft belly cushioned my cock.
Pregnant . My mate is pregnant.
With a growl, I thrust against him. Only half awake, I clutched my mate to me, rocking my hips.
“Yes. Come all over my belly,” Oliver said. “Cover it with cum.”
This early, and when I was so aroused, my filter was nonexistent. “You’re all knocked up. Sweet pregnant belly.”
“Uh-huh. I loved you breeding me. Loved your cock in my womb.”
Then he sneaked his hand between us and found my balls. He squeezed gently, and pleasure crashed down on me. Rubbing my pulsating cock over his belly, I came my brains out.
I collapsed next to him and peered at him. Oliver was flushed, his glistening eyes pinned on me, and he smeared the cum over his stomach. Lifting his knees, he reached lower.
I sat up as if electrocuted. The climax lingered in my system as I watched the miracle that was my mate.
Stained with my cum, Oliver pleasured himself, looking up at me guilelessly. He circled his hole with slippery fingers and stroked his cock.
I wanted to eat him alive.
“Are you sore?” I rasped.
“A little.”
“Hands on the headboard.”
His eyes widened. Swiftly, he grabbed the plank above his head. I placed my hands on the backs of his thighs and admired the sight. His hole was pouting, the rim puffy from heat. The cum smears glistened on his stomach and hard cock. His balls were drawn up tight.
I moved down the bed and bent over to push my tongue into his hole. I could taste myself on his rim, but the flavor of Oliver’s slick took over. I ate him out with all I had, swirling my tongue as deep as I could reach.
He made the most glorious sounds, and soon, his seed joined mine on his stomach.
Panting, he squinted at me through his eyelashes as I stroked his cute little belly, now covered all over with cum.
“Good morning to you too,” I said.
Oliver laughed.
“I should clean up,” he said, eyes twinkling. “But I don’t want to.”
“Just a minute.”
I petted his skin, my hand sliding through the mess. When it got sticky and started snagging on the soft hair below his belly button, Oliver sighed.
“Shower.”
I patted his hip. “Go. I’ll make breakfast.”
“Coffee?”
“Coming right up.”
I was pottering around in the kitchen when a loud banging on the door startled me. Oliver was in the shower, so I tied the strings on my sweats and ambled to the hall.
More banging.
“I’m coming!” I groused, annoyed.
I opened the door… and wished I hadn’t.
Chickie stood there, in full uniform, hands on his belt.
“What the fuck, Frey?”
I gaped. Did he know? We’d have to tell him eventually, but I was hoping to ease him into it. Hell, I could still taste Oliver’s orgasm on my lips! How could I talk to his father?
“You were supposed to be at our place yesterday.” Chickie looked me up and down, his eyebrows drawn together. “Phil made stew,” he said.
Shit. Fucking shit.
“I left you a couple of messages, but you never replied.”
The guilt all but flattened me. They’d been waiting for me to come for dinner, concerned about my well-being, while I’d been busy sexing up their son behind their backs.
It probably wasn’t a great idea to disclose my relationship with Oliver right now.
“Dammit, I’m so sorry, Chickie. Please, tell Phil I’m really sorry. I completely forgot. Something came up, and I…”
Chickie eyed me up and down again, taking the measure of me. His expression darkened, and I imagined how I looked, half naked with my beard and hair a mess. Did I reek of sex? Could he smell the waning scent of heat coming from my house?
The breeze was fresh, blowing right into the open door, and he stood a few steps away, so hopefully not.
He drew in a deep breath. “What’s going on, Frey? And don’t bullshit me. You haven’t been yourself.”
“Nothing. I’m fine. I’m good. I really just forgot. I’ll make it up to Phil.”
The water in the bathroom stopped, and the sudden lack of background noise sounded louder than an alarm.
Chickie stiffened, and his gaze flickered over my shoulder.
“You have company?” he asked suspiciously.
“Um…”
I followed the line of his gaze to Oliver’s white sneakers, neatly placed on the shoe rack, a good five sizes smaller than my boots standing right next to them.
I swallowed.
“Those are not your shoes.”
He sounded as if he knew. How many omegas in Beauville wore pristine white sneakers? There could be a few. Or not.
“Whose shoes are those?” Chickie’s voice rose, sharp and threatening.
I couldn’t lie.
“Oliver’s.”
And I would have explained. It would have taken less than a minute. I could have said We’re mated. I didn’t know until Friday night, but your son is my fated mate. I love him, and I’ll spend the rest of my life doing everything I can to make him happy.
Chickie’s face turned into a grimace of fury, and I opened my mouth to salvage the situation.
“We…”
Except the door to the bathroom squeaked down the hall, and Oliver called, “Teddy! You’re out of toothpaste.”
I watched, frozen, as Chickie’s fingers moved toward his gun. He wouldn’t shoot me, would he? I could hear the echo of his voice in my head:
When I picture some rando just looking at him funny, my hand moves toward the gun by itself…
He rested his hand on the holster. The disgust and anger on his face slowly morphed into a look of complete and utter disappointment. Then he strode off.
It took me a few seconds to fully realize that my friend, however angry, would never actually draw his gun at me. I took off after him, only to hiss in pain two steps later. My bare feet landed on sharp gravel, and I flailed.
Swearing uselessly, I limped back to my front door. Shoes. I needed shoes.
“Teddy?” Oliver called from somewhere in the house, sounding distressed. Was he looking for me?
Chickie’s cruiser rumbled by, and I slumped in defeat.
My best friend now thought I was screwing his son behind his back. Which… technically, I was.
Why didn’t I tell him we were mates? I could have yelled one sentence, and everything would have been fine. Eventually.
Dazed, I made it into the living room. Out of nowhere, my stomach hurt like I was about to be sick.
“There you are.” Oliver smiled widely, all open happiness and rosy cheeks. He wore a towel wrapped around his hips, and a few drops of water glittered on his skin. His nipples were dark, and his underbelly rounded. So beautiful. But he was frowning, looking at me with worry.
I’d fucked up, dammit.
“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” he said.
“Kinda have.”
“Huh? What’s going on? You’re scaring me.”
“Your dad was here.”
“What?” Oliver squeaked.
“I promised Chickie I’d come for dinner last night, and I forgot. I stood them up. He stopped by while you were in the shower.”
Oliver blew out a breath. “Good thing I was in the shower, then. I’d rather break the news in a more controlled way, thank you very much.”
“Um. About that.” I rubbed my neck. There was no way around this. “He recognized your shoes in the hall. And then you called out about the toothpaste…”
Oliver blinked. “Shit. He knows?”
I nodded. “Yeah.” Was I about to be sick?
“And he left? Just like that?”
“He thinks I’m… fucking you behind his back.”
“We’re mates. You told him that, didn’t you?”
My neck itched like crazy, so I scratched at it some more. Why the hell didn’t I yell the three key words at Chickie before he stalked off?
Noticing my guilty expression, Oliver groaned. “Why, Teddy?”
“I panicked. He saw your shoes, heard your voice, and he reached for his gun… and I panicked.”
“He reached for his gun?” Oliver’s voice rose in pitch, incredulous.
“I don’t know. His hand moved that way. Maybe? I froze. I imagined how it must look to him, and I just… I’m sorry, Oliver.”
Shaking his head, Oliver found his phone on the coffee table. He ran his fingers over the screen and put the device to his ear. He tapped his foot on the floor, then glared at the screen.
“He hung up on me.”
His fingers flew over the phone, the little divot between his eyebrows deepening. Feeling useless, I sat on the sofa and put my head in my hands. Chickie’s enraged final look replayed in my head on a loop.
“He wouldn’t have actually pulled the gun, right?” I asked, feeling childish and a little nauseous.
Oliver scoffed. “Of course not! But I get why you freaked out.” He threw his phone onto the sofa cushion next to me and put his hands on his hips, in a move not unlike his father.
“Now I’m pissed he won’t talk to me .”
I let out a helpless chuckle. “You should have seen his face. He was disgusted. This is the last way I wanted him to find out about us.”
“It’s just a misunderstanding. Once Dad calms down enough to listen, it’ll take two minutes to clear it up.”
“Fuck, Oliver, this is a disaster…”
“Let’s go to my pa.”
I wasn’t sure I could take any more indignant disappointment.
“Oliver, baby, they won’t be happy. Can you imagine how this will look to them?
You just came home from college, and you work for me.
They’re my closest friends, and I owe your dad so much.
I was nobody when I appeared in Beauville, little more than a rootless drifter, and your dad took me under his wing.
And I repay him by taking even more from him.
I should have handled this differently. I should have… ”
My omega grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands from my face. He was kneeling before me, and I had no choice but to look into his eyes. They were fierce.
“Teddy, this is my choice. I returned home for you because I’ve always wanted you and I was tired of waiting. I hoped that coming back would mean exactly this—being with you and having your baby. I chose this with my eyes open, and whatever my parents think, they will have to respect my choice.”
He glowed like the sun, my Oliver. No, I couldn’t have done anything differently. Oliver came back for me and took me. I was just a sitting duck. A very lucky sitting duck.
“I had no chance of resisting you,” I murmured, properly humbled.
He grinned happily. “None. You could have run, but I would have chased you down.”
I shook my head. “No running. Let’s talk to your pa.”
Oliver gave me a kiss and hopped up, offering me his hand.
I’d better buckle up. I’d always found Phil way scarier than Chickie, but at least he didn’t have a gun.