Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
Ben
Initially, I was surprised when Angus and Colt told me they wanted us to get married, but after they assured me that it was true, I said I wanted to do it as soon as possible.
“What am I going to wear?” I wailed to David the following day between retches in the toilet.
“Um, I don’t know. I have some white pants, and I know you have a white shirt.”
“I have to wear white?” I asked, laying my forehead on my arms until the next wave of nausea rolled through me and I started retching again.
“I think you should all wear white. It would be cool for the pictures,” David said. “Nobody connects it to virginity anymore.”
“I wish we’d thought of this earlier so we could have Jackson and Carter here,” I said miserably. My stomach was so, so rocky.
“Yeah, but I’ll video call them so they can watch. Listen, Ben, you’ve been throwing up all morning. You want me to get Colt or Angus?”
I shook my head and retched again. Nothing was left in my stomach to throw up.
“Why not? I’m sure one of them will come.”
“And do what, watch me puke? No, thanks,” I said, sitting up and wiping my mouth with a towel.
“No, I mean to let you suck them,” David said.
I made a face but was too sick to tell him how weird I thought he was to think I wanted sex when I was puking my guts up.
“I’m just going to go lie down for a while. I know I said I was going to help you in the garden, but just a short nap, okay?”
“Take your time,” David said. “We’ll do the garden later, when it’s cooler. This weather is weird. It snowed a little last week and today is hot. Anyway, I’ll do some sewing while you nap.”
Lugging myself off the bathroom floor, feeling like I didn’t have enough energy to walk from there to the other side of the house where our bedroom was, I nodded as David left the bathroom, hoping I could make it to the one in our suite before needing to throw up again.
Maybe I’d just carry the trashcan with me.
As I passed Maddox in the living room, he looked at me sympathetically. “Want me to go get Angus or Maddox?” he asked.
Shaking my head, I kept walking. Angus and Maddox didn’t need to be bothered just to hear I’d been barfing again and needed another nap.
In the bedroom, I kicked off my shoes and fell onto the bed, almost immediately drifting off.
David woke me up for dinner.
“Dinner?” I asked. “What about working in the garden?”
“You looked were so sick earlier, I let you sleep,” David said. “Come eat. We can work in the garden in the morning.”
I got up and washed my face. Looking in the mirror, I was shocked at how pale I was. All my freckles stood out across my nose.
“Stupid freckles,” I muttered before turning out the light and going to the kitchen where everyone else had already gathered.
Upon seeing me, both of my alphas frowned.
“You alright?” Colt asked.
Sitting beside him, I nodded.
“David said you threw up all morning,” Angus said.
I shot David a look that called him a traitor, and he ducked his head.
“Well, you did,” he muttered.
“You didn’t have to tell Angus and Colt about it.”
Angus put his fork down. “Why shouldn’t we know? It’s our fault you feel this way, isn’t it? Pass the butter, Maddox.”
“They need to know so they can make you…you know, feel better,” David said, blushing.
The aroma of the beans was too much.
Covering my mouth, I jumped up from my chair and ran for the nearest bathroom, which was in our suite.
Ten minutes later, Colt came in and sat beside me on the bed.
“I’m sorry you don’t feel well,” he said, touching my hand.
“I’m sure it’ll go away even-tually.” I flinched on the last word when my stomach cramped.
Angus came in carrying a tray with crackers, cheese, and water. Setting it on the nightstand, he said, “You need to eat that. No arguments.”
“I’ll only throw it up,” I said.
“No, you won’t. Not after I give you some of my pre-cum. Or would you rather have Colt’s?” He began unbuckling his belt while I stared at him in surprise.
Looking confused, Colt said, “Angus, don’t you think that can wait until Ben’s feeling better?”
Angus frowned. “No. He needs it now to settle his stomach.” Looking from Colt back to me, he said, “Don’t you know that the alpha’s pre-cum settles his omega’s stomach during pregnancy? I’d completely forgotten about it until Maddox just reminded me.”
Colt laughed. “What? That’s ridiculous.”
With a sigh, Angus dropped his pants, then sat on the bed.
He patted his stomach. “Lay your head here, Ben.”
I wasn’t sure if he was joking with me, but I did what he said and settled with the side of my face resting on his stomach muscles. In this position, his cock, which wasn’t hard at the moment, was right in my face.
“Take me in your mouth,” Angus directed.
I was afraid of gagging and barfing all over him, but, hell, he deserved it if he was going to insist that I do this while sick.
Gingerly, I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth.
Angus grunted. “Good. Now suck a little bit, and pretty soon you’ll get what you need.”
“Angus, what the hell are you doing?” Colt asked.
“Didn’t you listen when I explained a minute ago?”
“I thought you were kidding!”
“Hell, no. This really works. David learned it from Jackson, who, I think, got it from Laura. Maddox did it for David all the time when he was pregnant with Oliver.”
“David sucked Maddox’s dick to get rid of morning sickness?” Colt asked doubtfully.
“Well, he sure didn’t suck mine. Oh! Not so enthusiastically, baby. It’s only the pre-cum that helps you—we don’t want me to shoot my load.”
When I really got to thinking about it, I was pretty sure I remembered Jackson and David saying something about this when they were carrying their babies.
While Angus and Colt argued, dribbles of pre-cum began to leak into my mouth and swallowing them didn’t seem to bother my stomach.
In fact, the more I drank, the less rocky my stomach felt. Maybe there was something to this.
Pulling my mouth off Angus’s cock, I said, “It’s working, Colt.”
Closing my eyes, I nudged the end of Angus’s cock back into my mouth and sucked gently, swallowing each little spurt of pre-cum that came out on the back of my tongue. Angus ran his fingers through my hair, and it felt so good, I hummed.
That made Angus groan and tighten his fingers in my hair.
Not too surprisingly, I was getting sleepy.
The last thing I heard was Angus say to Colt in a tortured voice, “It’s edging is what it is.
Soon as he’s done, you’re gonna get me off for real.
What’re you laughing at? Next time he’s nauseous, it’s your turn. ”