Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Arbor
M orris helps me into the truck, pecks a kiss on my temple, and heads around to his side of the vehicle. My seat jostles as he climbs inside, starting the engine and bumping up the heat.
The radio clicks on, playing some older rock song that I don’t know the name for. He grabs the bags he dropped on the middle seat when he got into the vehicle and puts them in the back. Once he’s settled in, he stretches out his hands, holding them in front of the vents. It seems like he’s testing how long it’ll take to get warm, but all I can focus on are the thick veins poking out on the backs of his hands.
This was the best date I’ve ever been on…by a longshot.
Morris is great company, and even in the lulls in conversation while we waited for our food, it was never uncomfortable or awkward. Shopping was fun and low stress, and I just really fucking like him.
As he smiles over at me, turning his hand in the flow of air from the vent, it’s lucky I’m not buckled in.
I throw myself across the seat, scrambling toward him. He leans back just in time for me to climb onto his lap. The truck is roomy and spacious for a vehicle, but it’s still not as easy as I expect. My butt bumps the horn, and I jolt as my leg slams into the door.
Morris chuckles, his massive hands coming to rest on my hips.
I’m squishing his thighs with my knees, at least partially, as I stretch up to reach him.
The height difference is hot.
It’s also mildly inconvenient at times.
It’s so worth it to have his lips pushing against mine as his warm hands caress my ass. His scratchy beard brushes over my cheek, and I shiver as his tongue brushes mine. His coffee scent is even more potent with whatever pheromone boosters they put in that cologne, but smelling him always affects me on a deeper level.
My body buzzes with excitement and the need to be as close to him as possible. I grind involuntarily over his lap, and he does his best to hold me in place.
I whimper into the kiss as a feral growl vibrates out of Morris’s chest. “More, please.”
He freezes, his hands digging into my ass almost painfully. “This really isn’t the place, sweet girl.”
“It could be.” I groan, nodding wildly.
My teeth dig into my lower lip at the realization of how desperate I sound.
Do I really care?
I don’t think Morris will judge me for wanting him, and I’m so achy, it’s almost like I’ve got a wave of heat coming on.
Only, it’s way too soon for that.
The doctor told me it would be a bare minimum of three months after giving birth and possibly longer because I’ve been breastfeeding Gracie. But she made sure to recommend a birth control shot formulated for omegas, which I got during my appointment. She said it would be effective immediately, and it’s safe for nursing moms.
Morris’s cock hardens under me as I grab hold of his face and pull his lips to mine once more. My pheromones are everywhere, the smell so overpowering, I almost gag.
“Sweetheart,” he growls, flattening his palm on my lower back. “Fucking hell, your scent is trying to convince my instincts that you’re going into heat.” He moves his other hand into my hair and tugs me back enough that he can study my face. “If you need something, you’ll have to ask for it. I’m not about making assumptions.”
My face is hot, but so is my entire body. I groan, trying to force myself to speak. My system is severely overreacting to Morris’s pheromones. “You! I need you!”
“That could be a lot of things you need from me.” He uses his hand in my hair to pull my neck to his mouth. His beard tickles, and a second later, his tongue flicks over my skin. “The awful part is, I can’t do half the things I’d like to do to you because of where we are.”
“We could try,” I whisper as my nipples tighten.
“Well, you’ve already got my unwavering affection. Does that count?” He nips at my throat, and my clit throbs. “How about my complete devotion?”
I grind over his hard length and whine.
Morris growls, moving his hand between us. He squeezes my pussy, and my face gets even hotter. There’s no possible way he misses how slick I am. I’m not expecting him to pull the fabric of my panties aside while tugging my hair at the base of my skull almost painfully, but I’m not mad about it.
“How about you tell me if anything I do hurts?” he suggests, grinding his thumb around my clit.
“I can do that,” I sob, my nails digging into his neck. “Please!”
Morris pulls my mouth to his, using his hand in my hair as leverage. He seals his lips to mine and begins to work my swollen nub in some pattern that makes my body shiver.
My nostrils flare, scenting his arousal.
Dammit.
I wish we were at home. There’s so much I want to do to him in return, and I would really love to be able to feel his warm skin against mine.
My breasts throb as my nipples tighten, and I say a little prayer the breast pads do their job.
Leaking through my dress would be mortifying.
Morris distracts me by sliding a thick finger down, teasing it inside my opening.
My eyes fall shut. There’s a tiny pinch of discomfort, but I’m soaked. The sensation turns to pleasure as he grinds his palm against my clit and swirls his tongue around mine.
He pulls back long enough to say, “Fucking hell. How am I ever supposed to fit my cock in this tight little cunt?” He bumps his cheek against mine. “Huh, sweet girl? How am I ever going to make you mine when you feel stretched to capacity around my finger?”
“We’ll make it work,” I whimper, nodding frantically.
He chuckles and crooks his finger, grazing some indescribable spot inside me. “You’re too fucking cute. Even if I could never fit my cock inside you, I’d still never let you get away. You’re mine, Arbor. All fucking mine .”
I don’t know if it’s the dominance in his tone or the magic he’s working on my pussy, but my pleasure builds so fast it’s almost violent.
My shoulders shake as my forehead comes to rest on his. I ramble out something incoherent that sounds strangely like I’m asking him to bite me.
“Careful what you ask for,” he growls.
I ride his hand, chasing the explosion that’s right there.
I’m not in heat.
It’s just not possible, but my system is reacting like I am.
“More, I need more!” I shiver as my core locks down on his finger.
“That’s it, let go. Come for me, sweet girl!” he barks, and my insides light up.
Every cell in my body yearns to please him. I bounce harder, trying to force more of his finger inside me, but euphoria hits, and my inner walls spasm.
“That’s what I want, soak me in your slick. Jesus Christ, what I wouldn’t give to feel you dripping around my cock like that.” Morris growls, giving my hair a little tug. “Soon, pretty girl. Very fucking soon, I’m going to make you mine.”
All I can do is groan.
That sounds spectacular to me too.
My face rolls around his until I can capture his lips. The kiss is slow and sensual, which is nice because I’m still totally blissed out.
The scent of his cum is strong. Either he came when I did, or he’s dripping so much precum I should feel guilty that he has to drive us home with no relief. We could fix that, though.
I open my mouth to say exactly that, but Morris nips at my lower lip as he finally pulls back.
“Let’s get home and check on the baby.”
Walking into the house, tucked under Morris’s arm, is a heady feeling. As much as I need a shower, checking on Gracie is a priority. The breast pads gave it a valiant effort, but I’m pretty sure milk is leaking down my stomach.
We walk into the living room, and Hael smirks from his spot on one end of the couch. Hayes is on the sectional, stretched out with Gracie asleep on his bare chest. He spots us and waves, gesturing to her sleeping form.
“I’m going to run up and hop in the shower.” Morris kisses my temple and bolts with the bags from The Divine Omega still in his hand.
I’m torn. I really need a shower too. As is evidenced by the leaking boobs. That, or I need to breastfeed.
“Has she eaten recently?” I ask, walking toward Hayes and Gracie.
“Yup,” Hael says, laughing. “That dick got to feed her, then handed her off to me. She burped and effectively destroyed her diaper, which seems to have been all the energy she could muster.”
“He gave her back when he went to wash his hands.” Hayes shrugs, smoothing his hand down Gracie’s back. “I figured it wouldn’t hurt to hold her for a bit.”
I nod, take a seat at his side, and run my fingers over Gracie’s cheek. “How long ago did she eat?”
“I just sat down after the diaper thing,” Hael says from behind me. “So, not long. Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes.”
“Did you have fun with Morris?” Hayes asks.
“I did, but I’m all leaky.” My cheeks get hot. I could have found a better way to say that. “Do you mind keeping her for a bit while I shower and change?”
The couch bounces under me, and Hael gets close to my back.
“Mmm, it smells like you had a fantastic date.” He chuckles. “Go on. We’ll watch Gracie.”
Hayes nods. “Enjoy your shower.”
Hael snorts. “I bet Morris would enjoy having a visitor if you’re interested in company while you’re getting clean.”
I laugh, kiss Gracie’s cheek, and bolt before the mommy guilt catches up.
Steam billows around Morris’s shoulders. He’s leaned over in the shower in the bathroom attached to his bedroom. He’s massive, so I can’t really see around him, but based on the way his muscular back and arm flex…
I’m going to guess he’s jerking off.
Tugging the door closed, I scurry up behind him. My tits flatten against his back, and he freezes as I wrap my arms around his middle.
“Arbor,” he growls, the single word sounding a lot like a warning.
“Yeah, Morris?” I slide my hand down his wrist to where his fingers are wrapped around his shaft.
I may have mentally blocked out how intimidating his cock is, but working my hand down to brush the leftover inches of his shaft reminds me—Morris has a lot of dick.
“I’m foggy right now, pretty girl.” His tone is almost pained, and from how hard he is, it’s not difficult to tell why.
My thumb slides around his crown, and I bite back a moan. My pussy tingles, trying to convince me how life-changing and amazing it will be when he slides inside me. I have to agree. Earlier proved I’m healed enough to enjoy sexual contact.
My face rolls around Morris’s side as I soak up the feeling of safety that comes from being this close to him, and I don’t just mean physically. I feel emotionally safe with this man after knowing him less than two months, which is kinda mind-boggling.
But at the same time, it really isn’t.
Morris is that feeling of safety when you get home after a terrible day—just in human form.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I assure him, biting his side as my tits brush his skin just above his ass. Slapping his hand away, I take over jerking him, and a low growl escapes his chest. He pulses in my grip as my nails dig into his pelvis.
I think I’d like to see fully feral Morris. Even at his most baser level, I know he wouldn’t hurt me. Stretching my left hand to his shaft, I wrap that palm around his swollen knot and continue working him with my right.
Though my pussy aches, and my milk lets down, I focus on making him feel incredible.
Morris’s head falls back, his long hair falling down his shoulders.
It’s sexy to know I’m affecting him. He thrusts into my hold, letting out the sexiest little groans, and I can’t hold back my smile. Everything in me aches to please him the way he did for me in the parking lot.
His cock is massive, and rationally, I know it’ll be best to work up to that, but I yearn to slide around his front while begging him to toss me up against the wall and fuck me senseless.
“Get over here,” he growls, like he can read my mind.
I don’t even get to wonder if I accidentally rambled that aloud. He grips my wrist and tugs me under his arm.
My chest slides against his side, and then we’re facing one another. God, he’s so handsome. You’re supposed to be taking care of him. My hands migrate back to his shaft that points directly toward my stomach, and he pulses in my grip.
Morris cradles my cheek with his rough fingers and bends to kiss the hell out of me. His warm breath mixes with mine as I shiver.
There’s something so commanding about him, even when he’s not trying to be all dominant alpha . My instincts love the idea of spinning around, planting my hands on the wall, and doing my best to present, despite the inconvenient location.
As the sticky tip of his crown bounces against my abdomen with each pump of my hand, I really start to wonder if there’s any chance of him actually fitting inside me.
I’m not usually so dramatic, but tearing while giving birth was terrible. I felt healed when he was fingering me earlier, and there really is only one way to find out.
Morris pulls back from our kiss and growls, “I’m close.”
His words roll through my system like he barked and told me to get on my knees. I’m in motion, squatting before I can even process the thought. My nipples tighten, and I know I’m leaking as I lick my lips and eye the precum dripping from his thick tip.
“Arbor,” Morris growls, and once again, it sounds like a warning.
A warning I do not heed because I’m not afraid of him. Also, even the thought of tasting him makes my core extra slick. It’s probably a good thing that we’re in the shower…
Any insecurity fades as I guide him to my tongue. He tastes faintly of coffee anytime we kiss, but his precum is even more potent. Or hell, maybe I’m delusional, and I’m tasting his pheromones from the air.
His shaft sits heavy on my tongue as I hollow my cheeks and wrap my left hand around his knot once more. The appendage vibrates when I apply pressure, but I’m more focused on the way his shaft jolts.
More precum dribbles onto my tongue, making my clit throb. It’s desperate for friction, but I ignore it and grab Morris’s hand, bringing it to my head.
I pop off his crown long enough to say, “Take over. I want you to really enjoy this.”
Morris growls, fisting my hair. “Fuck, sweetheart. I already am.” He takes over, though, and I use my other hand to tease the leftover inches of his length. He reaches down, catching my nipple and rolling it between his fingers while shoving my face deeper down his shaft with the other hand. “Seeing your tits bounce as you get into it might be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He grunts, shaking his head. “It’s a tie with the face you made while coming all over my hand. I can still remember the way your walls clung to me, searching for my knot.” His tip bounces against the back of my throat, and I gag a little. “Shit, I’m fucked up. That actually might be the hottest.”
I moan around him as he lengthens and thickens to the point I don’t think my mouth will stretch any wider. I squirm, still imagining what his cock would feel like if it was inside me right now. My tongue cups the underside of his shaft as I tighten my grip on his knot, and his thighs begin to shake.
“Such a good girl,” Morris growls. “My perfect, sweet omega. I’m there if you want to back off.”
Hell no.
I dive even deeper, ignoring the tug on my scalp.
“Oh, dirty girl, what am I going to do with you?” Morris gives me a little slack, and his cock kicks, spilling hot cum all over my tongue. I do my best to swallow every drop, but it’s a lot. It spills out of my lips as I moan at his taste. I’ll never be able to drink a cup of coffee again without thinking of this. “You’re so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
He runs his fingers over my cheek as I smile like a total weirdo.
He laughs, grinning right back.
My stomach flip-flops at the sight, and I know I’m in real trouble where Morris is concerned. He makes me happy in a way no one ever has before. Hayes and Hael, too, but in ways unique to them.
I’m not sure how it’s taken me this long to realize that my heart is invested. Okay, maybe I’ve been deluding myself for a while because I would be lost without them. It just finally feels safe to hope they feel the same way in return.