Chapter Eight #2
The smile faltered, Otto’s face tightening again. “I’m sorry you felt the need to,” he said quietly. “I’m going to come over and open the door, okay?”
I nodded and inched to the side, trying to unobtrusively make some space between the door and me as he pushed the door open and gestured me inside.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
I looked around, trying to ignore the pang in my heart at the familiarity of the surroundings. Otto was one of the first kids I met after my Dads adopted me and brought me to Unity City. We hit it off at once, so I spent a lot of time in the Nilsen house through the years.
Very little had changed since the last time I been there and I wondered why Otto hadn’t made any changes.
“Do you want me to leave the door open?”
“Hm?” I jerked back to the present when Otto walked back in carrying two glasses of lemonade. “Why?”
Otto quirked a brow at me. “You’re still standing by the door like you might want to bolt. If you’re more comfortable, I can stay on the other side of the room? Or leave the door open?”
What?
“You think I’m scared of you?” I asked in surprise. “After all these years?”
“Aren’t you?” Otto asked a little sourly. “I mean, it wouldn’t be strange for you to be scared of a criminal. Or to not feel safe alone with one.”
Yeah, that made me snort. “Right, because I was the one avoiding you when you got back.” Okay, that might have come out a little harsher than I meant it to.
Otto winced but nodded. “You’re right and I’m sorry for that. I thought I was doing the right thing by trying to stay clear of you. I didn’t want anyone to think badly of you for being around me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, that was stupid.”
“Does that mean you’ll sit down?”
Oh, right. I was still hovering by the door. I made a point of walking past the spot where Otto was standing to sit in the corner of the sofa as far from the door as possible. “Better?”
Otto cracked another small smile but the tightness around his eyes remained. “As long as you’re comfortable.”
Yeah, well, comfortable was probably a stretch considering the way my body was starting to react to Otto’s presence.
And when he sat next to me on the sofa, his scent enveloped me simultaneously soothing all of the sharp-edged feelings I’d battled while stoking the deep thrum of arousal that filled me every time I was close to him.
“Yeah, sure. I’m good.”
“That’s good.” Otto was looking at me strangely and I realized I zoned out and he had been talking for several minutes while I tried to get a grip on my, erm, reactions to him sitting beside me. “Did you hear what I was saying?”
I shook my head. “No, sorry. I was, um, distracted.”
“Distracted?” Otto repeated, looking at me curiously. “By what?” And, of course, that was the moment that my stupid pheromones decided to betray me. I could see the instant that Otto caught the shift in my scent, his eyes darkened and he drew in a deep breath. “Oh.”
I swallowed a nervous laugh. “Yeah, that. Um, I’m sorry but I think I better go.”
Otto nodded. “Yeah, I guess you probably want to get to your Alpha.”
My bear snarled at the thought before I could stop him. Otto shifted away from me, surprise on his face. “Sorry. I, um, didn’t mean to do that.”
“That’s okay. I can’t imagine Kravets was thrilled to smell me on you.”
“We aren’t together,” I admitted, staring at the floor. “He wouldn’t care.”
“He broke up with you while you’re pregnant?” Otto’s voice was a cross between incredulous and livid. “What the fuck?”
“No,” I assured him quickly. “We, uh, we weren’t ever together. Just friends.”
“But that would mean the baby isn’t his?” Otto’s brow was creeping up again.
I shook my head. “No, it’s not.” A heat wave hit me, making me shiver and I stood up, still not meeting his eyes. “I should go.”
“Wait.” Otto stood as well, taking a step closer to me. My breath stuttered as another wave of Alpha musk hit me. “If not Kravets, who are you going to?”
“Nobody. I’m just going.”
Otto took another step, coming even closer. “Why?”
“You know why. You don’t want..”
“Oh, Dex. I absolutely, positively do want but the real question is what do you want?”
I still couldn’t look him in the eyes, but I managed to force out the words as I stared at the floor. “You.”
~*~
Otto
If Myke Kravets wasn’t the father of the baby Dex was carrying, who was?
That should have been the focus of my attention. After all, I asked Dex over to talk, not to fuck but the stronger the scent of horny Omega got, the harder it was to convince myself not to touch him. Or to even remember why I shouldn’t.
And when he told me he was leaving, not to go to his partner to alleviate his needs but because he thought I didn’t want him? Yeah, no way I was letting that happen.
“You want me?” I asked, my voice a low growl.
Dex nodded, his cheeks flushed a dark pink as he continued to stare at the floor between us. I held my left hand out, palm up and waited. So slowly that I wasn’t sure he was going to do it, Dex raised his right hand and laid his palm in mine.
I eased toward the hall behind me, each backward step slow and measured as I drew my Omega along with me. Dex’s body language was a strange mixture of hesitant and willing as he let me lead him to my bed and stood passively in front of me while I undressed him.
Too passively with a sad, resigned look on his face.
“Dex? Baby, are you sure you want this?”
He nodded, his eyes darting up to meet mine for the barest moment before again dropping to the floor.
I held back a sigh. His cock standing erect between us, the sweet cloying scent of his arousal left no doubt that Dex wanted me physically -or at least wanted sex- but I wasn’t nearly as sure that his heart and mind were on board.
“Dex,” I tried again. “I really need to be sure you’re consenting. I know I didn’t check before but neither of us is as far gone as we were then, so if you aren’t into this, we don’t need to do it. I can call the doctor or, um, someone else to help you?”
Dex’s head jerked back up and his green eyes filled with tears. “I’ll go.”
“What? No,” I argued, tightening my grip on his hand.
“Unless that’s what you want to do. I do want you here and I do want to make love to you but, well, you seem like you’d rather be anywhere else.
” I squeezed his hand and loosened my grip bringing his hand up to rest on my chest. “I don’t want you to be with me because you think you have to. ”
“I know I don’t have to,” Dex said softly, his gaze finally holding mine. “I do want this with you.”
“Okay but if you change your mind all you have to do is say so, okay? No matter how far we’ve gone, I won’t be upset.”
“I will.”
With that assurance, I stepped back to strip off my clothes, dropping them haphazardly on the floor in my rush to move things along. Pulling Dex close, I sighed in pleasure when his bare skin brushed against mine.
Cupping his butt in my hands, I lifted him against me for a long kiss before laying him in the center of the bed and crawling up over him.
The flush that started in his cheeks in the living room was streaking down his neck and showing in blotches on his chest as he stared up at me, lips parted around panting breaths.
“Your skin is so soft,” I murmured, stroking my palms down his arms and along his chest before slipping between his thighs and pressing them apart to cup his balls. Not too big but more than a handful and he made the most amazing gasping sounds when I squeezed them lightly. “Feel good?”
“God, yes,” Dex moaned, his body jerking when I slid one finger between his cheeks to tease his hole. “Alpha!”
“Hmm?” I cupped his butt again to lift his hips, dropping my face down to stroke him with my tongue.
The sweet Omega dew coated my cheeks, assuring me that Dex was more than ready for me, but I was determined to take my time, to be sure he believed that I did want him in my bed, that I wasn’t just saying so.
“This okay?” I mumbled against his flesh, letting my tongue tickle his nerve endings while I waited for his approval.
As soon as it came in the form of a gasping cry, I drove my tongue through his swollen pucker, drawing more of his slick out and making him shudder.
“Otto, please!” Dex was clawing at my hair, his plump thighs wrapped around my head as he rode my tongue, begging me for more when I finally drew back and laid his hips gently back on the bed.
Wiping my face on the back of my hand, I hovered over Dex, supporting my weight on my left arm while I lined my cock up with my right hand. “You want my cock, baby?”
“Yes, yes!” Dex was nearly beyond words, chanting his agreement while he tried to drag me down on him. “I need you!”
“You’ve got me, baby,” I promised, driving into his slick channel in a single cleaving stroke that made us both cry out.
I tried to start out slow, to keep our coupling gentle but Dex was a writhing bundle of need, chasing me when I pulled out, humping up against me and gripping my hips to keep me from doing it again.
Taking my Omega’s hint, I fucked into him in short, hard thrusts, grinding deep each time I bottomed out.
“Oh, god,” Dex whimpered, his body flexing up as his ass clamped down on my dick. “Otto!”
I grunted my agreement, forcing my release back as I fucked Dex through his orgasm, only letting myself come when Dex collapsed into a sweat-soaked puddle of Omega under me.
Pulling out, I flopped over onto my back and struggled for breath.
“Give me a minute and I’ll clean us up,” I mumbled, reaching one hand over to stroke over the slight swell of Dex’s tummy.
“I have to pee anyway,” Dex said through a yawn. “I’ll grab a towel.”
He was back before my brain was sufficiently restored to argue, so I just let it happen and tugged him into my arms after wiping up and dropping the towel on the floor.
I knew we still needed to talk -hell, more than before- but it was going to have to wait until after we’d both had some sleep, so pulling the blankets up from the foot of the bed, I tucked Dex against my chest and closed my eyes.
When I opened them the next morning, I was alone and the sheets on the other side of the bed were cold.
My Omega was gone.