Chapter 19
FREY
It was as I’d expected. By the time I walked into the meeting room on Monday, everyone knew.
“I hear congratulations are in order,” Jesse said somewhat stiffly.
“Um. Thank you.” Oliver gave him a neutral smile.
Morris fidgeted, red in the face. It must have been him who called around spreading the news, and he knew we knew he blabbed.
Then Monty crashed into the room, banging the door against the wall, late as usual.
“Ollie! What the hell? So you never even look at me, and then you take on this stuffed relic?” He laughed merrily and slapped my back so hard he sent me forward with the chair I was sitting on.
“Kidding! Great news. You’re preggo, huh?
” He winked. “Don’t be shy. Calvin got knocked up right away too. ”
“Montgomery, control yourself,” Chickie thundered, sparing me from having to punch Monty.
“Oops. Didn’t see you there, chief. Sorry.”
“Sit down and be quiet for one second,” I growled.
“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be all happy and shit?” Monty hissed as he plonked onto a chair next to me.
“Yes, we’re mates, Monty,” Oliver stated calmly. “But the rest is too private for an official council meeting.”
“Pfft. We’re all friends and family here.” He spread his arms, almost poking Jesse in the eye. “I’m just happy for you, that’s all.”
“Thank you, Monty,” my mate said. “We appreciate it. Can we get to work?”
Monty gestured for us to continue as if he were the boss, and I suppressed an eye roll.
“So, I never heard back from the law firm that represented the new owner of the land Hughes sold,” Jesse began. “However, I received an application and a site plan from them this morning. Again, only the trust is named as the owner. It’s all fishy if you ask me.”
Oliver took the stack of papers from Jesse and spread them out on the table.
“They claim they only want to build three one-story cottages for private use,” Jesse continued. “Could they be trying to get a permit and then somehow work around it?”
“That’s not possible,” Oliver said, frowning at the papers. “The owner is simply not aiming for commercial use.”
“Oh? How do you know that?”
“We were up there yesterday morning,” I said. “We only met the staff, not the owner himself, but to simplify, the person lives in the public eye and wants to use the property as a private getaway.”
Jesse looked from Oliver to me and back. Monty leaned forward, his eyes on Oliver.
“And you know who it is?” Jesse asked.
“I do,” I said, figuring I’d better leave Oliver out of it. “They would like to remain anonymous for as long as possible. The fewer people who know, the better.”
“Surely, the members of this council shouldn’t be excluded from this information.” My deputy mayor sounded miffed. Too bad, because I wasn’t going to tell him.
“It’s not relevant for the decision we have to make. I can personally vouch for them. If the plans align with the zoning we’re developing for the area, we can approve them. Oliver? You’ve been talking to the architect, I believe.”
“Yes. With Mr. Masterson. The new zoning proposal isn’t ready, but the submitted site plan is so sensible and, frankly, modest that I believe we can let them move forward with it.”
Morris could be convinced, but Jesse took a while. He kept inventing new, more convoluted reasons why he had to know who the new landowner was. In the end, it was Chickie who drove the point home.
“Give it up, Jesse,” he said. “You’ll find out once the guy arrives.”
When the meeting finally ended, I was ready to wrap up and go home with my mate. Sadly, I had six more hours of meetings and actual work in front of me.
Monty was the last to leave the room. He poked his head back through the door, winking at me conspiratorially.
“You can tell me,” he whispered. “It’s Laurel Riley, isn’t it?”
I glared at him. “No.”
His face split into a shit-eating grin. “I knew it!”
On Wednesday, I left the office early. I’d worked enough overtime over the years I no longer felt guilty sneaking out on a random afternoon.
After work, Oliver visited Calvin, who was only weeks away from giving birth. I used the alone time to tackle some chores I’d been procrastinating on. When my omega came home, the floors and bathroom were clean, fresh linens were on the bed, and I’d cleared out half the bedroom closet for him.
He stood on his tiptoes to hug my neck and kiss my cheek.
“You’ve been busy.”
“Well, I want my omega to like it here.”
“You’re the best. I can’t wait to move in.”
“If you’re recovered by then, we could do it on Saturday.”
Oliver waggled his eyebrows. “Actually, I feel pretty much recovered already.”
I hesitated. “You want to start packing now? It’s almost eight.”
He laughed. “Definitely not. But there’s one thing I want to do with my healed body.”
“Oh?”
“It will be the first time we make love outside the heat.”
Pressing on my chest with both hands, he pushed me backward to the sofa. My calves hit the cushion, and I fell onto it with a bounce.
Oliver lowered himself to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine. I was helpless when he got like this—determined, excited, and so gorgeous he took my breath away.
With an eager smile, he unzipped my jeans and took my cock out. He ran his nose along the underside and kissed the slit.
“Just looking at your beautiful cock makes me wet for you.”
He parted his lips and slowly slid them over the crown, stroking the length with both hands. Blue-green eyes blinked up at me, and dark-pink lips stretched around my girth. My cockhead nudged his throat, and he moaned, taking me even deeper.
Seeing my cock disappear into his open mouth while his tongue worked miracles along the underside… Had I won something? People said too much joy could make a person go crazy. Maybe I already had. If so, I hoped I’d never regain my sanity.
I weaved my fingers through his shining hair, gazing at the sprinkle of freckles on his nose. Divine pleasure engulfed my dick and balls.
“Baby, you’re stunning.”
He pulled back to lick the slit and sucked harder.
When he let go with a soft pop, I swore. Oliver stood, and he was naked from the waist down. I’d been so transfixed by his mouth and tongue I hadn’t even noticed him undressing.
He straddled my hips, grabbed my cock, and, holding my gaze, lowered himself until the head prodded his opening.
With parted lips, reddened from cock-sucking, he exhaled from deep within. The pressure on my crown increased.
Soon, I’d be inside his slick warmth again, but this time there wouldn’t be the senseless need of heat. I’d be able to savor him. His ring stretched around my cockhead, tight like a clenched fist?—
“Ouch!”
Oliver jerked up. The pressure vanished, and my cock smacked against my stomach.
“That wasn’t supposed to hurt,” he said, eyes wide with surprise.
Shit . I was an oaf. He’d only just recovered! This would be his actual first time taking my cock. For real.
“Why does it hurt? I like it when I feel a twinge deep inside, but this came from my rim. It’s not supposed to feel like that.” My baby sounded upset.
I hugged him to me and stood, supporting him under his ass. I carried him to the bedroom.
“It’s okay. We’ll take it slow.”
“But the recovery should be over. I’m not sore, I swear.”
I sat on the bed with him in my lap and gently rolled him onto the mattress. Leaning over him, I cupped his jaw.
“Do you want me, Oliver?”
His eyes glistened. “I crave you so much I could weep, Teddy.”
“Then it’ll work. We just have to be patient.”
He spread his legs, heels on the edge of the bed. “Okay. Try again. I’ll breathe through it.”
“Not like that, baby.”
“But we’re mates. This should be as easy as breathing. I want your cock, Teddy.”
My sweetheart pouted, and I almost laughed at his expression. Almost.
I lowered my voice. “How about… you imagine it’s your first time?”
His pale brows furrowed.
“And I’m too big for you,” I whispered. “I’ll have to coax you open, my little virgin. I’ll have to be tender and patient with you.”
I’d only echoed back his own words—his fantasy from long ago. When he realized, his face lit up.
“I want you so much, Teddy,” he breathed.
I kissed him, stroking his tongue with mine.
He broke the kiss to whisper, “I want you to be my first.”
It was eerie how easily he fell into the role. We’d be doing this again, I could tell.
“If I take you, then you’ll be only mine. Forever.”
Oliver ran a shaky hand along my erection. “It feels so big. I’m a little afraid.” Then he nibbled on his lower lip, eyes flashing with mischief.
Oh God. I’ve unleashed a monster, haven’t I?
“Will it hurt, Teddy?” he asked, sounding meek and timid.
“Only at first. Then it’ll feel so, so good,” I crooned. “I promise.”
“Okay. But go slow.”
“Very slow. Now scoot up the bed and spread your legs, baby.”
He hurried to obey. I kissed his belly first, over his full womb and lower. I sucked his cock into my mouth, my lips tightening around the base, and Oliver bucked.
“Oh!”
I slid my mouth up and down a few times, then spoke against his cockhead.
“I’ll do this for a while, and it should make you wet inside. Tell me when the slick starts to leak out. Then I’ll open you up with my mouth and fingers, okay?”
A lovely flush was blooming on his cheeks. The role-play aroused my Oliver, just as I’d thought it would.
I sucked him back in, and he moaned. “Feels nice.”
“Mmhmm.”
He liked it when I took him to the root and increased the suction rhythmically. The best sighs and moans fell from his mouth. I gradually increased the tempo, giving him time to immerse himself in the fantasy.
“Teddy… I think… I’m wet a lot. Ooh. It aches… and feels empty.”
I licked his cock and suckled on his balls. Pushing on the backs of his thighs, I folded him in half and stared at the pink star.
“It’s weird that you’re looking at me there ,” he said.
“Is it? I can’t help it. You’re so beautiful. Pink and tiny.”
“Will it fit?” Oliver eyed my cock, looking uncharacteristically shy.