33. Adam
THIRTY-THREE
Adam
Adam
This was taking too long. What was Marshall saying to him?
His anger was justified, though I would’ve preferred to shoulder all of it and leave Casey out of our feud.
My son had always had problems with me, even before we involved an omega in our relationship.
Omegas always made everything more complicated for Alphas, and this time was no different.
“Calm down, Pops,” David cautioned. “Marshall won’t hurt him. You know that.”
That wasn’t the issue. Casey had just started to regain his confidence, and my son was going to destroy it completely while I stood at the gas station down the street.
Casey was insistent that we stay away until Marshall left.
I did as he asked solely out of respect for my omega, but every instinct in my body was screaming at me to ignore his wishes.
I’d paced the parking lot long enough to leave boot prints on the pavement before David forced me to stop.
“Jesus, Pops. You’re acting like he’s about to be murdered. Casey and the baby will be fine. It’s only half an hour, and we’ve got six minutes left.”
Six minutes of hell.
The madness almost consumed me before I saw Casey approaching the gas station. I raced across the parking lot, almost tripping over my feet before I got to him. He folded into my arms, right where he belonged. I bent to kiss his forehead, his cheeks, kissing every part of his face I could reach.
He was surprisingly calm. He even smiled up at me. “It went okay. He’s going back to Hanford right now.”
Marshall left without speaking to me. I’d expected as much. Whatever conversation was waiting for us, it would be on his terms.
But now, finally, finally, Casey was free, and I had every intention of taking full advantage of that. Tomorrow we would go to the doctor and make sure our baby was healthy. But today, I would do everything I had dreamed of for weeks.
I took Casey’s hand in mine and held it in front of everyone at the gas station.
I hadn’t imagined our first public display of affection to be like this, holding hands at the Quick Stop, but standing here with him was everything I had longed for.
I could touch him and not worry about someone seeing. Everyone could see now.
“We’ll be at home,” I tossed over my shoulder as we left David’s truck behind. “Call first,” I added, just to be sure he knew not to barge in. I had very specific intentions to keep Casey naked all day long, and in every part of my house.
“Gross,” David called out before we disappeared around the corner.
Casey chuckled, our clasped hands swinging between us. “You don’t have to torment him. I’m sure he knows better than to walk in unannounced now that his father has a boyfriend.”
Boyfriend. My body surged with pleasure as the idea took hold. “Is this your way of answering my question from this morning?”
“Like you even had to ask me. Isn’t that semantics at this point?”
I pressed him against my hips, my rough hands cupping his chin. “There are no semantics with you, omega. I want you to be mine officially. No assumptions. No guessing.”
He tried to tilt closer with a little frustrated whine, but I kept him from moving. “Then ask me again. You know I’ll say yes.”
“No. Not yet. I want you panting underneath me, so overwhelmed with pleasure you can’t even remember your own name. And then I’ll ask you to belong to me.”
A haze of desire settled over his eyes, a clear sign he was ready to take all that I wanted to give him. The sweet scent of his pheromones made my head spin with an aching hunger. “Make me yours first. You said you wouldn’t fuck me until I was yours.”
You sassy little omega.
“You want to test me like that, hmm?” He did. He enjoyed pushing my buttons as much as he enjoyed the repercussions that followed. The overwhelming torrent of pleasure that awaited him was worth sassing me. We would see if that held true once we got home.
Our restless energy propelled us down the sidewalk and onto my front porch. The door was still open when I lunged for his lips. We crashed into each other, giving the entire neighborhood a view of our feverish kiss before I slammed the door behind us.
My Casey.
He was mine now. No one else would touch him. Only me.
A shiver of excitement rushed over me as Casey pawed at my clothes.
I felt as giddy as a teenager. My pants fell to the floor, and his followed, revealing how hard we both were.
In that moment, his lips on mine and our wobbly legs struggling to stay balanced as we kissed and removed our clothes, it wasn’t about what we were doing.
I reveled in having Casey alone with me, alone and without the danger of being discovered.
Now it didn’t matter if anyone saw us. And I wanted to be seen. With him.
With us both fully naked, I picked him up and nestled him against my hard cock. Slick dripped from his body onto mine, a river of desire waiting just for me. Where would I take him? We had the entire house to ourselves.
Laid out on the rug.
On the kitchen counter.
Against the windows.
No. I knew the perfect place.
I carried my omega to the place where our love first took root.
Now that love was a garden in bloom. Grabbing a blanket on my way there, I opened the doors and took him into the sunroom.
A warm smile touched his lips when he realized where I’d brought him.
I put the blanket out and laid him on top of it.
Sunlight danced over his features. He was beauty itself.
I covered him with my body and gave him a long, lingering kiss.
He slid his thighs around my hips, tugging me even closer.
I could take him quickly, overwhelming his body with pleasure and basking in the shudders around my cock.
Or I could take him slowly, making him whine and writhe as he sought more than I gave him.
Both were appealing for different reasons, but after being apart from my omega for so long, all I wanted was to sink myself inside him and forget about everything else. No planning. No thinking. Just Casey.
Reaching between our bodies, I swirled my cock around his wet hole.
He gasped and bucked his hips before I’d even pushed inside.
He was always dripping wet for me. I’d never seen an omega get so aroused, not even the women I’d been with.
I could tell it embarrassed him whenever it happened, or when he saw wet spots on the sheets after we finished.
It was anything but embarrassing, as far as I was concerned.
It meant he wanted me with the same desperate passion I held for him.
If I could get wet, I would be a fountain of desire for Casey.
I had to grit my teeth when I thrust inside him.
He was so fucking tight and hot. His body welcomed me, his warmth surrounding me like soft velvet.
God, I could lose myself right now. The desperate sounds from his lips kept me grounded, every noise he made heightening my desire.
The only thing better than sinking myself inside him was seeing his pleasure.
He was already halfway gone before I’d even really started.
It didn’t take much with him. A few strokes had Casey whining and clinging to me like he was about to fall apart.
I pulled back, shifting to shallow thrusts that tamed his desire and calmed his need. It gave him what he wanted, but not enough to send him over the edge. His eyes met mine through a haze of pleasure, his eyebrows knit together in a silent plea for more. He was so damn sexy.
“My Casey,” I whispered, my hand slowly running down his chest, feeling every bump and valley beneath my fingertips. Beautiful.
I had spent so long denying my desires, and now the object of them lay before me.
I was bound to him, body and soul. It was more than love, more than desire.
A need, a longing, one I was certain would fade over time, but it had only grown until it consumed us both.
I had been such a fool, keeping him at arm’s length and forcing myself to keep my feelings in the shadows.
That night in the sunroom was just the catalyst, the final push I needed to give in to my desires for once in my life.
But even that was after days of torment, of longing I should’ve listened to instead of ignoring it.
I should’ve made him mine the day we met.
I wasted so much time. On maybes, on waiting, on convincing myself I could resist this. But now I lay under the afternoon sun, completely undone by him.
I kissed his heated skin, my lips worshipping every inch of him. He was so much more than my lover. He brought light back into my life and made me feel wanted again. He could’ve laid back and let me do everything for him, but Casey wasn’t like that. At every turn, he made me feel cherished.
He deserved everything life had to offer, and I would be the one to give it to him. And only when he was a shuddering mess underneath me would I be satisfied.