Chapter 9
Chapter
Nine
VES
This goes against every rule I have ever had for every nanny I have ever hired, but I don’t care.
I don’t give one flying fuck because Arlo isn’t just the nanny, and he never really has been.
Arlo is mine and I’m done denying both of us.
The second my omega whines, I crush my mouth to his and I swear to god it’s like sparks ignite in my veins.
I grunt as I pull him closer, sliding my hand from his shirt to his throat, my free one moving to the small of his back, my fingers slipping under the cotton fabric to splay against his warm skin.
He smells so fucking good.
I push my tongue between his lips as Arlo gasps, fisting the front of my shirt to steady himself before he moans low in his throat.
“Do you really think that?” I ask softly as I nip at his throat. “That I don’t give a shit about you or what you do?”
Arlo whines as I suck on the side of his neck but he nods. “I’m just the nanny.”
With a growl, I grab his throat again, forcing him to look me in the eyes so he knows I’m serious. “You have never been just the nanny, Arlo. Not to Cali, and not to me.”
He blinks a few times, his eyes welling with tears, and I swear something inside me cracks wide open.
“You are ours,” I say as I start backing him toward the bed. “You’re mine. My fucking omega.”
“Wh-what?” he stammers as I push him down onto the mattress.
I nod, “You’re fucking mine, Arlo, and not because I hired you.” I sink to my knees in front of him. “Not because you live in my penthouse.” I reach up and cup his cheek, smoothing my thumb under his eye and wiping away the stray tear. “Not because I let you use my things, or because I pay you.”
“But… but…”
I shake my head and bring him toward me for another kiss. A sweeter one, one that hopefully conveys what I’m trying to say. “You’re mine because you’re beautiful and perfect.
“You’re caring and sweet, you’re thoughtful and compassionate.
” I take his lower lip between my teeth and tug, grinning when he whimpers.
“Arlo, you’re mine because that’s how the universe works, and I…
” I search his face and give him a soft smile.
“I fucking love you, I fell before I even realized I was doing it, and I’m not about to let you keep thinking you don’t mean anything to me when you mean everything. ”
“Ves…” Arlo sniffles, and for a split second, I feel a stab of doubt.
I know I run cold most of the time, that I guard my feelings and wear a mask to keep people away, but it doesn’t mean I’m heartless. I don’t doubt it’s hard for Arlo to hear all of this when, like he said, it seems like I’ve only been tolerating him, and that could be enough for him to reject me.
Why would he want to be with someone he views as an icy bastard?
The thing is, for as cold as I can be, it also doesn’t mean I can’t read people, and while he might not even realize it, I know Arlo has feelings for me. Feelings I’m about to pull from him and make him admit to one way or another, because I’m not fucking around anymore.
Worst case scenario, he quits and files a sexual harassment charge.
Best case? This is the beginning of something that could change all of our lives, and that is worth the risk in my opinion.
Which is why I kiss him one more time then let my hands wander to the top of his pajama pants.
“You don’t have to say anything at all if you can’t find the words.
” I pull the drawstring and loosen them.
“Or aren’t ready to say any of them, but if you want me to stop, if you don’t want anything to happen between us, I need you to say that because once I get started, I won’t be able to stop if you don’t tell me to. ”
I look up as I grip his waistband, and Arlo nods, “I want this.”
His pants are off in record time, his cock hard and leaking as it springs free, and I lick my lips as I take in the sight.
“Such a good fucking boy for me, aren’t you?” I fist his shaft at the base and squeeze, relishing in the way my omega gasps. “Look at all that slick. Just for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he whispers but it turns into a moan as I lean forward and run my tongue from root to tip, swirling it around the tip. “Oh, god, Ves.”
I growl as I take the swollen head between my lips, sucking as I work the underside with my tongue before I slide him all the way into my mouth and to the back of my throat.
“Ves,” Arlo whimpers as I devour his cock, his hands diving into my hair and tugging at the roots. “Ves, oh my god. Ves, I’ve never done this before. I’m a virgin.”
The sound that vibrates out of me is primal, it’s animalistic, and since I can tell by the way he’s trying not to thrust up into my mouth it wasn’t said to get me to stop, I keep going with a renewed possessiveness.
“Mine,” I growl around his dick, sucking and humming, bobbing my head quickly as I hollow out my cheeks. “My good, sweet boy. Saving yourself for your omega.”
Arlo whimpers as I pick up my pace, my cock straining against my shorts, pushing so hard the fabric feels tight and painful. So much so, I reposition myself and go up on my knees, devouring Arlo’s dick while I free my own.
“Oh my god,” he moans, and I smile.
I use one hand to work my omega’s cock while I continue sucking his soul from his body, fisting my own at the base before I start pumping in a rhythm to match.
“Tell me you’re mine, Arlo,” I grunt as my balls draw up tight. “Tell me you’re mine and you always will be.”
“Yes,” he hisses. “I’m yours, Ves. Always.”
“Are you my good boy, Arlo?”
“Yes,” he whines as I pick up my pace.
Some would say it's too soon, but I’ve been fighting my feelings for weeks. He lives in my home, wakes up and sleepily shuffles into the kitchen every morning to start coffee, and I know the little quirks that make him Arlo. It’s not too soon.
If anything, it's not soon enough because I’m so hardheaded.
“Tell me you know I love you. You know I love you, and you’re mine forever.”
His hips lift, the head of his dick hitting the back of my throat as the first rope of his cum fills my mouth. “I d-do. I know you love me. I’m yours forever.”
That fucking does it.
My orgasm races through me, shooting through my body at record speed as I thrust into my hand, my cum firing out of my cock so hard and fast as Arlo cries out my name, chanting it over and over through his own release, and my vision goes white.
“Wow,” Arlo pants a few moments later, shivering as I release his dick with a loud pop.
“Just… wow.”
I smile up at him and make a show of swallowing him down, chuckling when my sweet omega blushes a fiery red. “I’m glad you approve.”
He nods emphatically as I lean toward him. “I really do.”
I tilt my chin up and hum my satisfaction as he doesn’t hesitate to kiss me. “Just wait until I bury my cock in your tight little asshole while I sink my teeth into your silky skin.”
Arlo’s eyes go wide. “What?”
“I’m not fucking around anymore,” I say as I look him in the eye. “You’re mine, and I want to make it official. I want to make sure every motherfucker walking around knows it, too.”
“Really? This isn’t just… sex?”
I shake my head and cup his cheek, going up on my knees so I can rub my nose against his.
“No, Arlo. If it was, it would have already happened, and it would have been different. You and me? Cali? We’re a family, even if I tried fighting it.
Not because I didn’t want it, because I did.
Because I do. I didn’t think it was a real possibility but that was my sorry attempt at fighting fate.
We’ve been hurt before, I thought I was protecting my daughter, but I was actually depriving us both of something we desperately want and need. That something being you.”
Arlo sniffles as he smiles, reaching out to wrap his arms around my neck. “So…”
“So. You’re mine, you’re Cali’s, and we are both yours. A family. A pack. Together for the long haul, and even your feisty ass can’t argue with me on it.”
I smile wide as Arlo giggles, dropping his forehead to mine with a sigh. “I love that.”
“Good.”
“And I love you. Both of you.”
“I know.”
He snorts then presses a kiss to my lips. “Cocky.”
“You don’t even know the half of it, sweetheart. Just wait. As soon as I wreck your perfect ass with my cock while you scream my name and come your brains out, I’ll be insufferable.”
My sweet omega laughs again as he pulls me into a hug, and I swear to god I’m the biggest idiot to ever live. Fighting this feeling, denying this perfect man, it was the stupidest thing I could have done, and I can only hope I get to spend the rest of my life making it up to him.