Chapter 20 #2
Offering Ben his pickle, which Ben gladly took and started munching on as he went back to scrolling on his phone, Angus said, “If I remember correctly, he was told he wasn’t properly set up to mate and take care of an omega.
That was back when he was living with Adele and her husband.
I heard recently that he’d bought a property and was raising goats.
That’s probably why his request was okayed. ”
“But I thought nobody’s requests were okayed,” I said. “I mean,” I looked around to make sure no one was within earshot, then leaned forward and continued, “if they’re exterminating omegas, there aren’t any omegas to be had.”
Thinking about that made me lose my appetite, and I pushed my plate away. Ben leaned his head against my shoulder, maybe to comfort me, although I wasn’t sure he was actually paying attention to our conversation.
“We shouldn’t be surprised. Just like with Bertram, it’s an effort to combat the gossip about the Omega Reintroduction Program not being on the up-and-up.
I saw several news stories this past week about omegas in different parts of the United Regions—all recently granted, of course.
Just human-interest stories but probably planted to let people see that the ORP is not only real, but working. ”
“Notice they aren’t publishing anything about omegas who were placed with alphas in the past,” I noted.
Angus grunted, then jutted his chin at Ben with a fond smile. Turning my head, I saw that our omega had fallen asleep with his head on my shoulder.
***
Late that afternoon, after we’d been home a while and gotten our evening chores done, I sought out Maddox.
I found him on the front porch standing at the railing, watching Jackson, David, and Ben walking together in the twilight.
They were laughing and nudging each other in camaraderie.
Jackson, Carter, and the girls were taking a flight home the following morning.
We would all miss them, but Ben and David would miss Jackson the most.
“Hey, Colt,” Maddox greeted me with a grin and a pat on the shoulder. “How’s the threesome going?”
“You mean the one that includes your granddad?” I shot back.
Maddox’s smile disappeared. “Never mind.”
Laughing, I said, “That’s what I thought.”
I told him about the way Ben had been sleeping so much and our suspicions that he might be pregnant.
“Yep, that sounds exactly the way David was when pregnant with Ollie, only he…”
Maddox stopped talking when Ben charged up the steps and straight past us without a look, into the house, not even pausing to close the front door behind him. A couple of seconds later, sounds of retching carried to our ears.
“…threw up all the time,” Maddox finished his sentence.
David and Jackson hurried up the porch steps.
“Is Ben okay?” David asked.
“Sounds like the last thing he ate is coming back up,” Maddox said. “Could be he’s pregnant.”
Both David’s and Jackson’s faces lit up.
David laughed and poked Maddox’s arm. “Wow, that means you’re getting a new aunt or uncle, Maddox.”
“Gods, you’re right. That’s going to be weird.” Maddox shook his head.
“I’m going inside to check on Ben.” I shut the front door behind me and headed for the hall bathroom where I found Ben bent over the toilet and Angus standing at the sink wetting a washcloth.
“Are you okay?” I asked Ben.
“Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he said, wiping his face when Angus handed him the cloth. “I’ll feel perfectly fine, and then, suddenly, I’ll have to puke.”
“How long has this been going on, and why didn’t you tell us?” Angus demanded.
“Just a few days. I haven’t mentioned it because it keeps going away. Just now, the wind changed and I got a big whiff of the hog pen. But it never used to bother me like that.”
“Let’s go get you changed,” I told him, since by the look of his shirt, he hadn’t quite made it to the toilet in time. “Why didn’t you just throw up outside?”
Ben shrugged. “It never occurred to me.”
Angus and I followed him into our bedroom and sat on the bed while Ben changed shirts.
When he was finished, I said, “Ben, come sit on the bed.” I patted the mattress. When he did, I said, “Angus and I think you might be pregnant.”
Ben’s face went white.
“What? Already?”
“It only takes once,” Angus pointed out.
Ben looked away, and my heart fell.
“You’re not happy about it?” I asked him. Ben only shrugged.
I’d noticed he had a tendency to shut down when he was worried about something, and evidently Angus had, too.
“Ben.” His tone held a slight warning.
Raising innocent eyes, Ben said, “I’m not, Angus. I-I’m happy, I guess. Just…a little scared.”
Taking his hand, I asked, “What are you scared of?”
Biting the corner of his bottom lip, Ben worried it between his teeth. Finally, he blurted out, “I’ll be a lot of trouble to you!”
Over Ben’s head, my eyes met Angus’s.
Resting his hand on the back of Ben’s neck, Angus said softly, “Baby, you could never be any trouble to us.”
When he talked like that, I swore my bones melted inside my body.
“I, for one, am very excited,” Angus continued. “You must remember that I said I wanted more kids. I only had one, and he’s been gone a long time.”
“But what if the baby is Colt’s?” Ben asked, voicing a concern that had never occurred to me until that moment.
“You think I’d care? I love Colt. I’ll love his children,” Angus said.
There went my bones again.
“That’s likely not something we’re going to know for sure, anyway,” I added.
Suddenly, Ben chuckled. When we looked at him in question, he said, “I was just thinking how, when Jackson first told me he was attracted to Carter, I told him he was weird for liking someone so old. But here I’ve fallen for you, Angus, and you’re way older than Carter is.”
“Hardy-har-har,” Angus grumbled, giving Ben a gentle push on the side of his head. “Thanks for bringing that up. Way to cut up my ego.”
Eyes alight, Ben threw his arms around him. “You’re not old. You’re perfect.” Pulling back, he looked him in the eyes. “And you fuck me so good, Angus.”
Uh, oh. Our shy omega was turning into a menace. I hid a smile as Angus’s eyes fired up with arousal.
“Oh, I do, do I?” His hand went to Ben’s zipper and lowered it. “Colt, I’m going to fuck our mate until he screams. You want to watch or participate?”
“What kind of question is that?” I asked, standing and moving behind Ben, who had straddled Angus’s lap.
As I pulled his shirt over his head, Ben shivered in anticipation.
Leaning down, I gently kissed along a path of freckles on his left shoulder, then along the back of his neck, giving a lick to the slightly larger one shaped like a star.
Meanwhile, Angus’s hands roamed Ben’s chest. When Angus lifted Ben by the waist, I tugged Ben’s pants off, looking appreciatively at his smooth, round ass.
I wanted to bite it. I gave it a squeeze instead, noting the trickle of tang running down each of his lean legs.
“Question is, how do I want to do this?” Angus asked, fingers traveling up Ben’s flat belly, over his ribs, to his nipples, which he gave a pinch that made Ben lean his head back and groan.
“Please, at the same time,” Ben said. “Please, Angus. Please, Colt.”
“Listen to our sweet boy begging for us,” Angus said.
I hummed and quickly rid myself of my clothes. Naked, I held my cock at the base, holding back the arousal gathering in my nuts. When I looked up, Angus’s eyes were pinned on me.
“Come ’ere,” he said throatily. Stepping toward him, I watched as he opened his mouth in invitation. Ben stared, eyes glazed with arousal, as I fed Angus my cock. I nearly came watching him slather the head with his tongue before pulling off. When had he gotten comfortable doing that?
“You want a taste, Benny?” Angus asked.
Nodding, Ben leaned forward and I groaned when he took me into his mouth.
“I’m not going to last,” I gritted out.
“And? You have trouble getting hard again?” Angus asked, and, with a strangled sound, I let go, forcing my eyes to remain open so I could watch Ben swallow it all.
“That’s it,” Angus said, leaning back to unbuckle his belt. “Drink it all up. Lick that bit off his balls, Ben.”
No question, Angus liked to direct. I didn’t mind it at all.
“Now, pick him up, Colt, so I can get undressed.”
A little unsteadily, I did as he asked, lifting Ben into my arms. Once naked, Angus scooted up to lean against the headboard of our bed. “Come sit on my cock,” he directed Ben.
Ben crawled up the length of the bed, ass swaying, and then I watched Angus’s hard shaft gradually disappear between those two juicy ass cheeks.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my spent cock slowly coming back to life as Angus bent his knees and began to thrust into our omega.
Grabbing hold of the headboard on each side of Angus’s head, Ben rode him, small grunts and pleas passing his lips in frequent intervals.
I watched Ben become more and more heated, then crawled up behind him and kissed his shoulders, licking the freckles and then nibbling on the skin, making it red.
Leaning down, I bit one ass cheek, making him cry out, then, chest swelling with pride, admired the teeth marks I’d left on him.
Cock hardening, I marked the other cheek the same way.
Then I bent lower and lapped my tongue over Angus’s balls.
“Holy shit,” Angus cursed, his momentum faltering. “Get inside him, Colt. He wants to be stuffed.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Ben chanted as I forced my cock into his already stretched hole. Ben arched his back and let out a long moan. “Oh, yes, yes. So good. Both of you feel so good inside me.”
I bit my lip hard as, slowly, I began to pull out, my cock gliding against the velvety skin of Angus’s, while Ben’s tight, hot hole hugged us both. All three of us groaned.
Then, I pushed in hard, and both Ben and Angus grunted. Angus let me do all the work, my arms wrapped around Ben, helping to lift him as I fucked into him, while Angus tormented Ben’s nipples, making him whimper and beg.
“Oh, yes. Oh, gods, please. Yes, yes. Fuck me!” Ben nearly sobbed out.
Angus started moving again, and we rocked our omega between us until he did just as Angus had promised—screamed.
I heard something drop in the kitchen but couldn’t be too concerned about it. It wasn’t like we didn’t occasionally hear David, and, more recently, Jackson, screaming during their climaxes.
It felt like I unloaded gallons of seed into Ben.
If he wasn’t already pregnant, he would be now, I thought proudly.
Angus came, too, his entire body shuddering through his climax.
Then we both locked into Ben, and, unable to separate, Angus and I carefully arranged ourselves on our sides with Ben between us, facing Angus.
Ben soon fell asleep like that.
“I want to mark him up like crazy,” I told Angus. “I wish they’d never fade.”
“We can tattoo him,” Angus said. “A lot of mates do that.”
I liked the idea. “Our initials?” I asked.
“Could do,” Angus grunted. “Listen, how would you feel about getting married?”
“Married?” I echoed. “Really? Where did that come from?”
“I want you to be Colt Angel and Ben to be Ben Angel. What do you say?”
There wasn’t much to think about. I wasn’t attached to my surname. My mother didn’t use it anymore. I’d loved my dad, but I honestly didn’t think he’d care.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s do it.”
“Really?” Angus’s face lit up.
“Yeah. Whenever you want.”
“You think Ben will go for it?”
“I’m sure he will, but we can ask him when he wakes up.”
“Okay. And I’ll find a tattoo artist. We’ll think of something good to ink on our boy.”
“Sounds like a plan.” With a sigh, I said, “Sex was never like this with other people.”
Angus’s eyes sparked. “How many others were there?”
“Jeez, Angus, you can’t expect me to have gotten to my thirties without having sex.”
“I figured you did. Now, how many?”
“I thought about it. “Well, there was Denton Clark.”
“That weasel that works at the grocery in town?” Angus asked, making a face.
“He’s not a weasel. He’s cute,” I said.
Angus growled. “Who else?”
“Tyler Sims.”
“Gary Sims’ oldest boy? Are you kidding me? He’s dumber than a rock.”
I shrugged one shoulder. “You don’t have to be smart to be a good fuck.”
“Anyone else?” Angus demanded, looking at me like there better not be.
“Just one,” I said. I almost left this one out, but I didn’t want to lie to Angus.
“Well? Don’t tell me it was Andy Cheevers.”
“No. Uh, it was Ansel Kiln.”
Angs was silent a moment. “Ansel Kiln that runs the mill?”
I nodded.
“He’s awfully old for you.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, that’s an attraction for me,” I said, smiling slyly.
“The others were your age.”
“Yeah, but I was constantly fantasizing about you, so when Ansel suggested I fuck him over a bail of hay, I took the opportunity.”
Angus wasn’t happy, I could tell, but what was he going to say? Finally, he cleared his throat.
“You fantasized about me?”
I nodded.
“What did you…fantasize?”
“Usually that you came knocking on my door one day and told me you wanted to fuck.”
“And?”
“A-a-and that’s where things got fuzzy,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
I hesitated. “It’s like…in my fantasies, you were domineering, and that made me so hard.”
“Are you saying I fucked you in these fantasies?” Angus asked, eyes glazing over a bit.
“Yeah. But you know things are different when it’s real life. I don’t know if I could let you do that.”
“But the fantasy turned you on,” Angus clarified, eyes twinkling.
“Yeah,” I said. “It really did.”