33. Dakota
Dakota
P iper was starting to show.
Given that she practically lived in sundresses—much to our extreme pleasure—it was only noticeable if you looked closely, but there was a roundness to her stomach that hadn’t been there before.
Unlike Caroline, who had despised being pregnant and would cover herself in large pullovers or refuse to let us touch her, Piper didn’t hide her bump or shy away from it.
If my hand drifted to her stomach while we were snuggled up together, she didn’t flinch. In fact, she leaned into the touch.
There was something primal about knowing our omega was pregnant with our child and that they were both part of our pack.
“What do you want for dinner?” I asked as we sat in the kitchen, drinking our morning coffee. Well, Piper was drinking tea, and I was having coffee. I had offered to cut down my consumption with her, but she had insisted there was no point in both of us being miserable.
She tilted her head a bit, chewing on her lip as she thought deeply about food.
Cooking was still completely in Piper’s purview, and she ruled the kitchen, but ever since we’d discovered the pregnancy, one of us was always around in case she needed help.
There had been a few nights when the exhaustion or sickness had been too much, so we would attempt to make something or run into town to get takeout from Evelyn’s.
“It’s probably going to be steaks, if you guys feel up to grilling?” she asked. “I would roast a chicken, but there is so much damn beef in this house…”
“And that’s just me.” I smirked, flexing my arms.
Piper rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her tea. “Yes, you, Dakota, are a prime cut of meat.”
My chest puffed up with pride. “That’s what I like to hear! Trust me, we’ll be more than happy to grill—though Montana is convinced I do it wrong. It’s such bullshit because if there is one thing a cowboy can do, it’s grill a goddamned steak.”
Piper grimaced. “I mean this in the nicest way, but I would much rather Clay or Montana do the grilling.”
Ah. Yeah.
The food poisoning.
“I’m convinced that wasn’t me! You can eat a steak straight off the cow!” I defended myself, but Piper merely smiled and shook her head.
I deflated. There was no way I would push the issue. She was pregnant, and her health was most important.
“Fine,” I grumbled. “Daddy Clay can cook the steaks.”
Piper laughed, a sound that warmed me down to my bones as she leaned forward, kissing me on the cheek. “Thank you. Your skills lie elsewhere,” she said suggestively.
“Well, how about we finish these drinks and get a little rest?” I suggested.
Piper nodded, biting her lip. “Rest, yes, that sounds good.”
“Perfect.” I smirked, pulling her in for a hug.
Grabbing her hand, I took the cup of tea from her and placed it on the counter before tugging her toward the back of the house where the pack bedroom was.
It was only when we passed Montana’s empty office that I paused, turning to Piper. “You know, pretty girl, I bet that desk in Montana’s office is pretty darn comfortable… That big desk chair of his…”
Yes, I was being a complete shithead.
No, I didn’t regret it in the slightest.
Piper glanced between the door and me, biting her lip. She was contemplating her options.
“He’ll be mad at you, not me,” she told me in a soft voice.
A bark of laughter escaped me. “Pretty girl, my twin is always mad at me…I just think this could be a fun way to show him what he’s been missing out on, given he’s been working so much.”
Her eyes were glued to the closed office doors. “We would have to be quick. Zeke will be home with Maisie soon.”
“You know I am very skilled at quick. I’m not like my twin,” I said, unable to keep the grin off my face.
Piper’s mouth dropped open in surprise, but her eyes still sparkled with laughter. “Dakota! Be nice.”
“Oh, I’m about to be very nice,” I muttered, grabbing the door handle and pushing it open.
The office was neat and meticulously kept. My twin had an organizational system in place, so every pen and paper clip had a home.
“It’s so neat,” Piper muttered.
“I know. It’s not normal. Really, we are doing him a service by messing it up a bit.”
A snort escaped Piper. “Sure, you tell yourself that.”
As riveting as our conversation was, I had a mission to complete, and that was to fuck my sweet mate. Messing up my brother’s desk was an excellent silver lining, though.
Clutching at her hips, I turned her so she was facing the desk, that pert ass in front of me. Piper’s hands landed on the desk, and her perfume bloomed, letting me know she was all for my idea.
Resting on her elbows, the minx stuck her ass out farther, tempting me.
“Brat,” I muttered, lightly slapping her ass.
“Takes one to know one!” She laughed as my hand lifted the skirt of her sundress.
The scrap of fabric she was wearing could hardly be called underwear, but I fucking appreciated it more than anything. It showcased the globes of her ass with utter perfection.
“As much as I love these undies, they’ve got to go,” I muttered, sliding them down her legs, the scent of her arousal hitting me in the face.
God, nothing had ever smelled so fucking good.
Kneeling, I lapped at her folds, unable to resist a quick taste.
“Delicious as always,” I muttered, circling her entrance with two fingers before thrusting deep, stretching her around me.
“Fuck.” Piper’s moan was low and guttural.
“We’ll be fucking soon,” I laughed, before resuming my exploration. Her juices leaked down my hand, eager and messy.
Once I was certain she was close and totally warmed up, I withdrew my fingers and stood up to full height.
“This is a fan-fucking-tasic sight,” I mumbled, admiring her ass.
“Well, I can’t say the same thing, but you can make it up to me by hurrying the hell up,” Piper giggled.
She was facing the wall, bent over the desk, so it wasn’t like she was getting a good view of my god-like physique—that would have to wait until next time.
“Such an impatient little omega,” I tutted, one hand on her hip, the other undoing the button of my jeans so my cock could spring free.
I could say all the poetic stuff about Piper’s pussy, but ultimately, it was just perfect, and mine.
“Unfortunately, there’s not going to be a knot today, as we are on a time crunch.” I pouted, even though she couldn’t see me.
“There are three other knots on this ranch. I can always go find one,” she said, wiggling her hips.
Why was that thought both exciting and infuriating?
Probably because I wanted her to take my knot, but also if she was taking a knot from one of our pack mates, there was a damn good chance I could get a front-row seat to the best in-person porn out there.
“I’m fine with that,” I shrugged. “I’ll just watch and take notes.”
Piper’s laugh was cut off by a moan as I pushed forward, stretching her full with one thrust.
All of me wanted to bask in the feeling of her walls clutching me, but I remembered that time really was of the essence.
I gripped her hips, anchoring myself as she held on to Montana’s desk for dear life.
The pace I set was brutal, taking us both to the edge in no time.
Piper felt so damn good wrapped around me, slick pouring from her as I rocked in and out of her tight pussy.
“Oh god, Dakota…” Piper reached back, finding my fingers on her hip and squeezing them tightly. “It’s so damn good.”
“Yes, it is, pretty girl. Ugh,” I groaned as my knot pulsed, fighting even more to keep myself from shoving inside her perfect, little cunt. I couldn’t. We didn’t have the time, and damn it, I’d be enjoying a take two on this quick interlude so that I could later.
Maybe after watching her finally take Montana’s knot.
That was one hell of a thought, and damn, did it make me all the harder. I hoisted Piper’s knee up onto the desk, creating the perfect angle to sink even deeper. She let out a tiny squeak, and I grinned from ear to ear as her pulsing pussy milked my cock for all that it was worth.
Just as we were cresting that edge, I heard it.
Footsteps from the kitchen.
It wasn’t our daughter—she would be clattering around like a herd of elephants—but one of the guys.
Leaning down, I placed my lips next to Piper’s ear. “Now you’re going to have to be real quiet, pretty girl, or you’re going to have a lot of attention, and I don’t think you’ll be getting off this desk anytime soon.”
At my words, her walls clamped down on me so hard, I was pretty sure I saw stars.
She liked that idea.
That sent my mind into a tailspin thinking of all the ways I could have fun with that. But for now, I needed to make my omega come, and she was close.
Reaching around, my fingers found her clit with ease. All I had to do was give it the slightest of touches, and she was coming on my cock, her walls desperately seeking my knot, which I was keeping back.
The hand that wasn’t on her clit covered her mouth, muffling her shouts of pleasure.
It took everything in me to avoid knotting her. She was perfection, and resistance was nearly impossible.
The footsteps got closer, and my movements became frantic.
When my release hit me like a wrecking ball, I sank my teeth into her neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to ground me as the head of my cock sat in her entrance, filling her with my cum, making her smell like me.
Some bodily fluids made it onto the floor and desk I noticed with a smug, satisfied smile.
“You’re the best,” I panted, resting my head on Piper’s shoulder as we both did our best to catch our breaths.
“You’re not half bad,” she said with a laugh. “But if you add another tally mark to that post, I will refuse to let you touch me for a month.”
A bubble of air caught in my throat as I sputtered.