Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dex
After many, many, many hours all but crammed together in a hospital bed not meant for two adult size beings, waking up with the Alpha of my dreams shouldn’t have been anything special.
But it was because we weren’t just pressing together to fit in the big bed.
Otto’s big, strong body was wrapped completely around me like a freaking turtle shell. His chest was pressed against my back with one of his hands splayed out protectively over my belly. His leg was even crossed over mine at the ankle. There wasn’t a single inch of space between our bodies.
And even though Otto was still asleep, he was nuzzling into my hair, murmuring random sweet nothings like baby and mine in between tiny snores.
The downside was that as badly as I wanted to stay in that moment forever, I really, really had to pee. I stifled a groan so I wouldn’t wake Otto and began trying to worm my way out of his octopus-like grip.
“Whadya doing?” Otto snuffled into my hair, pulling me back against him right as I finally gained a couple inches of space.
“Need the bathroom, Alpha,” I murmured. “I’ll be right back.”
“Want me to come?”
“To the bathroom?” I sputtered out a laugh, certain he had to still be sleeping. “No, Otto, I think I have this under control.”
He grumbled under his breath but released his grip on me, pressing a small kiss to the back of my head as I inched toward the edge of the bed.
Even though I thought he was still mostly asleep -seriously, why else would he want to come to help me pee?
- I could feel his eyes on my back as I crossed to the bathroom.
And when I peeked over my shoulder to see if he was watching me, the intensity glowing in his dark eyes had me tripping over my feet.
“You okay?” Otto’s sleep rough growl had my balls quivering.
“Yeah.” I blew out a breath. “You’re watching me.”
Even in the dark I saw Otto smirk. “And?”
“What do you think and?” I huffed through the open bathroom door as I relieved myself. “That does things to me!”
“Really?” Otto sounded way too amused. “What kind of things?”
“You know exactly what I mean,” I grouched back as I washed my hands. “It’s bad enough I’m horny all the damn time without you looking at me!”
I climbed back onto the bed only to be tossed gently onto my back and lightly covered by my Alpha hovering over me.
“Horny, huh?” With his face so close, I could easily make out the smirk on his face. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He hesitated and even though he didn’t physically move, I could feel a shift in his energy like he pulled away and his eyes skittered over to stare at the pillow next to my head.
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” Otto said with a sigh. “I just didn’t think. I should have asked before..” he trailed off.
“Otto,” I said his name softly and waited until his eyes met mine again, “the only reason I haven’t said anything is because you’ve been in the damn hospital. You can touch me. I want you to touch me but it’s hard to ask for it with the doubt in my heart that you actually want me.”
My breath caught when Otto slowly lowered his face and caught my lips with his, gently tracing the outline with the tip of his tongue.
Nipping at them, sucking my lower lip before biting it so incredibly gently.
And when he dipped his tongue inside to glide it over mine?
He stole that breath I’d caught completely away.
“I want you, Dex. So much.” Another soft, biting kiss. “Can I show you?”
“Yeah. I mean, please. Yes.” I was struggling to replace that stolen breath when he shifted suddenly to glide down my body, dropping kisses over my belly before sucking my cock into his mouth without warning, making me shout.
“Alpha!”
He released me just long enough to speak. “That’s right, baby, you’re gonna cum in your Alpha’s mouth, aren’t you?” Then he swallowed me again, drawing down with long, hard sucks that had me pulsing in his mouth in a ridiculously short amount of time.
Why yes, Alpha, it seems you’re absolutely correct. I am going to cum in my Alpha’s mouth and there it was – no matter what other questions I had, I did know without any doubt that Otto really was my Alpha - and all I could do was hope that the rest would all work itself out.
~*~
Otto
When Dex told me that he was always horny and then gave me carte blanche to touch him, you better believe that doing so took top place in my priority list. But even more than just keeping my Omega satisfied, I was determined to replace the memory of the appalling way I’d stolen his virginity with one that I hoped he would cherish forever and that took a little bit of planning.
Okay, it took a lot of planning, but I was determined to accomplish it.
First order of business? It was probably the hardest one: Convince his BFF to help.
“You want to do what now?” Taylor quirked a suspicious brow at me over the whipped cream topped triple shot of expresso atrocity I bribed him with to get him to meet me at the coffee shop.
I sighed. “I want to plan the perfect first time for Dex. To give him a better memory than, well, you know.”
“Than you fucking him in the dirt and tossing him aside?”
I sighed again. “Yeah, than that.”
Taylor snorted but instead of commenting took another sip of the sugar-laden drink in front of him.
“You think it’s a bad idea?”
Taylor shrugged. “Not bad, exactly, just not sure it’s good, either.”
“Because?”
“Because he actually does remember, unlike you?” Taylor’s words were harsh, but his tone was kind. “How are you going to swing making a new memory,” he mimed the air quotes, “without telling him that he’s supposed to forget the actual first time?”
Ah, so that was what he was worried about, me manipulating Dex.
“That’s easy,” I said with a smirk, stopping to take a swig from my own black coffee. “I’m not.”
“You’re not? You’re not what?”
“I’m absolutely going to tell him exactly what I’m trying to do. I’m asking him for a mulligan.”
“A mulligan?”
I nodded. “Yep. A do over.”
Taylor looked skeptical. “You’re going to tell the man who saved himself for you that you want to try a take two on him losing his virginity?”
“Now you’re catching on. I’m just hoping to tell him that after I do it instead of before.”
Taylor shook his head disbelievingly. “Are you sure you’re over that head injury?”
I chuckled. “Well, the hospital said the actual head injury was minor, but I guess we’ll have to see how this goes to be sure.”
Taylor was still shaking his head. “Okay. What is it you want from me?”
I pushed my coffee cup to the center of the table so I could lean forward. “You guys have been tight for a while, right?”
“Well, yeah. Why?”
“Surely at some point you’ve sat up braiding each other’s hair and dreaming about what your first time would be like, right?”
“Fuck you, Otto,” Taylor huffed before laughing. “We’re not teenage girls.”
“Which is convenient since I am interested in neither teenagers or girls,” I said with a grin, “but can I assume that as Dex’s best friend who absolutely wants him to have a happy memory you might have some ideas to help me accomplish it?”
“Oh, for fucks sake,” Taylor groaned, shaking his head. “You are one manipulative asshole but, yes, I do. And yes, I will help you plan a romantic encounter that will knock Dex’s maternity socks off.”
I cocked my head. “Are there really maternity socks or are you making that up?”
Taylor grumbled something under his breath before shaking his head again. “Let’s just get this brainstorming out of the way, yeah? I don’t want Dex to hear we’re having clandestine meetings and get the wrong idea, okay?”
“Sounds good,” I agreed, pulling my mini notebook from my pocket and clicking my pen open. “I’m ready any time you are.”