37. Austin
Austin
" I 'm hooome!" My omega's sing-song voice reaches me in the kitchen.
"In here!" I call out, and a minute later, her small footsteps lead her to me as she pops her head into the kitchen.
"I'm going to grab a shower really quick!" She smiles at me before disappearing, and I hear her footsteps go up the stairs. As much as I want to see her sooner rather than later, I am glad she always showers right after work to get the de-scenter off.
Fifteen minutes later, she's padding into the kitchen with one of my t-shirts, tiny little ass-hugging shorts, bare feet and wet hair. "Hey there, darlin'," I grin at her from my spot at the island, where I'm currently whipping together the filling for cheese danishes. "How was work?"
"It was good," she smiles as she rounds the island, coming to stand next to me. "Marie switched her hair color to pink and called us twinsies."
I bark a laugh. I've heard all about Marie and other members of her Nana's bridge club from when they come in to get their hair done. It sounds like they all love her, and who can blame them? I certainly don't.
"How about you?" she asks, leaning to look over my bowl. "What are you making?"
"Cheese Danishes," I grin, "I've heard they're my omega's favorite."
"What?" Her brows shoot up. "Who told you that?"
"Just a little birdie that goes by the name of Cady De Lucca.
" My grin is smug, and based on the look on her face, I need to send Cady a thank-you basket or something.
She comes behind, pressing her smile into my back as her arms wrap around my waist. Her perfume blooms, peaches and brown sugar making my mouth water.
"What're you doing there, darlin'?" I ask, my hands abandoning my cream cheese filling and landing on hers.
Her hands are hot.
"I want you, Austin," she says into my back. She sounds lucid enough, so if this is a heat spike, it's not clouding her mind. I turn in her hold.
"You have me," I tell her, meeting her eyes. "Tell me what you need."
"I need you to be a good alpha and fuck me on the counter," she says breathlessly, and who am I to an argue?
Being her good alpha sounds like a damn dream.
I hike her up under her legs, lifting her so she can wrap her legs around my waist. She attaches to me like a koala, taking my face in her hands and kissing me like I'm the air she needs to breathe.
Fuck, if that doesn't do something to me.
Pushing aside the bowl I was mixing, I set her cute little ass on the counter, and move my hand to rub her pussy outside her tiny shorts.
I don't want her to be in the throes of a heat spike the first time we have sex.
She gasps into my mouth, then yanks my hand away before pulling on the band of her shorts and stuffing my hand in.
Okay, message received, little omega.
Her folds are soaked with slick, and it's easy to find her sensitive little nub, and rub it until she's shaking with the force of her release.
Breathing hard, she pulls her face away.
She's no longer burning up after the orgasm, but I look into her eyes anyway, trying to see if this is really what she wants.
"What are you waiting for, alpha?" She purrs. "Be my good boy and fuck me on the counter."
Well, damn. I want to be her good boy. I knew the reaction I had when she repeated my own words back to me after I came from eating her sweet pussy, but I had thought it was a fluke.
Never thought I'd have a praise kink. I guess I should have been clued in when she was having her first spike in the backseat of Enzo's car and I got even harder when she called me smart.
"Yes ma'am," I groan, pulling her shorts down and taking off my apron and sweatpants.
"Remind me to get you a cowboy hat," she moans as I bend forward, licking a stripe up her center.
"Already got one, darlin'," I grin at her, standing and notching myself at her entrance.
"Oh, and one of these days, you leave the apron on. " She giggles, and I slide in, pulling her towards me by her hips. We both moan, and my fingers lift the hem of her t-shirt, exposing her perfect breasts to me. I pull one of the taut nipples into my mouth as I move my hips.
"Ah! Shit, good boy," she groans, and holy shit, did my cock just pulse at her words?
She falls back on her elbows, which…was not a calculated move.
Her elbow knocks over my container of flour that I had left on the counter, sending a puff of white everywhere.
She shrieks a laugh as the white cloud descends upon the kitchen.
"Shit, I'm sorry," she laughs, but then she groans when I suck harder on her nipple.
I couldn't give one flying fuck about the mess the flour made.
Not when my omega is hot and needy on my dick and I have my lips all over her perfect tits.
My thrusts don't slow, my need for her outweighing any other concerns as I pop her nipple out of my mouth. "Gods, Hannah, I'd destroy this whole kitchen if it meant I got to stay in you forever just," thrust , "like," thrust, "this." Thrust .
Her moans grow louder and she falls back on the counter completely, my body bending over hers as I hold her hands on either side of her head.
"Oh my gods, Austin! Knot me! Please!" she cries out, and I'm powerless to resist her begging, pulling out once and thrusting forward with as much force as I can.
She screams as my knot breaches her slick pussy, popping into place perfectly.
Ropes of cum leave me as I bend over her, groaning into her breasts and I feel her walls clench around me as she cries out her release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck," I groan out, moving my hips little by little. "Pardon my language," I add, not liking how much I just cursed in front of my lady.
She lets out a delirious laugh as she runs a hand through my hair. "Oh, so you're my good boy and my Southern gentleman."
"I'll be both for you, darlin', I say into the skin of her stomach. I'll be that and so much more. Whatever she needs me to be, that's what I'll be. I'd do anything for this woman.
"Begging you to knot me in the kitchen probably wasn't the best idea." Hannah says sheepishly. "Here, let me sit up."
Careful not to yank on her, I stand up and then help her sit.
We're still joined at the hips as I stand and she sits on the counter, both completely naked and covered in flour.
Suddenly, she giggles, and I look down at her, one brow raised.
"I was just thinking…" she giggles again, and then covers her mouth, eyes wide.
"It would be kind of hilarious if one of the guys came home and caught us like this. "
I can't help it, I laugh at the thought of Noah walking into the kitchen while I'm knot-deep in our omega. He'd probably grumble something about it not being sanitary, or that he better not taste sex pheromones in his dinner.
Soon, we're both laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, and she shakes her head. "Gods, what kind of omega begs to get knotted in the kitchen ?"
I frown, not liking the self-deprecating tone she's taken on. "A perfect one."
"Oh?" She grins up at me, then sticks her finger in the bowl of Cheese Danish filling and boops my nose with it. "Would a perfect omega do that ?" Then, she leans forward and licks it off, smiling like a fiend.
I bark out a laugh, shaking my head. "Gods, I love you.
" Her face freezes, and she looks up at me, eyes wide.
I can feel my cheeks warm and I just know they're around tomato red right now.
I did not mean to say that. I mean, I do love her.
But this hardly seems to be the time to say it, and I don't know if she's there yet with me.
And we're knotted together. She can't even leave if she wanted to.
"Dammit." I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I mean—"
She cuts me off with another finger to my nose, and I stand shocked she as licks it again, and then gives me that electric smile. "I love you too, Austin. Whether or not you meant to say that. I love you too."
I'm stunned to silence as I stare at my silly, sweet, heartbreakingly stunning omega.
She loves me too. I get lost in green eyes, and when I see her going for the bowl again, I beat her to it, swiping some of the filling across her lips before grabbing the back of her neck, leaning forward, and swiping my tongue over her mouth and sucking her bottom lip.
"I love you," I tell her again, since the first time was an accidental confession.
I swipe more filling across her collarbone and breasts, then swipe my tongue over the hollow of her throat.
"I love the way you believe in me." My tongue runs across her collarbone, causing goosebumps to spread across her skin.
"I love the way you poke your tongue out when you're thinking hard about something.
" I pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking a dollop of filling off, and her whimper echoes in the kitchen.
"I love how fiercely you defend your alphas, whether that's from physical harm or blind referees. "
"Shit." She lets out a breath laugh, her hands tangled in my hair as I worship her body with my tongue.
That's how Noah finds us when he walks in.
"Fucking hell, seriously?!" Noah exclaims, shock written on his face but a boner in his pants.
"Hey babe," Hannah smiles brightly at him. "Austin loves me!"
Noah sighs, running a hand over his face.
"Of course he does, princess. He'd be an idiot not to.
" Then he walks over, presses a kiss to our omega's lips, and swipes a finger of filling for himself.
Hannah gives me a mischievous smirk and places her finger on her mouth in a "hush" gesture.
She waits right until Noah sticks his finger in his mouth.
"Oh wait!" She cries, and Noah's eyes widen, as he swallows.
"Well, if you didn't share DNA before, I guess you do now." She shrugs, and my jaw drops.
"Hannah…"
"What are you saying, princess?" Noah growls.
"Well, I may have asked Austin to add a special ingredient to that filling, just for me…"
It's at that moment my knot softens and she slips free, hopping off the counter.
"Princess…tell me you're joking." Noah looks murderous, but I also see a hint of amusement in his eyes. I'm hoping he knows that I would never add my own…er…cum to my baking.
She cackles and flees the room like a madwoman. "Maybe I will if you can catch me!"
Well, fuck.