Chapter 18 Pax
PAX
Having Aaron live with me has been bliss. We blend with each other seamlessly. Every morning we wake just a little early to enjoy each other before I head off to work and he tirelessly designs more and more new stuffies.
He released a line of dinosaurs for Valentine’s Day and he’s been texting me nonstop all day about how well the launch is going.
I tried to get the day off for his birthday more than anything, but Larry, my boss, said no.
To be fair, we’re down two mechanics and he keeps eyeing me ever since I got back from the cabin.
“So,” Buckle starts when I wash up for some lunch. “What did you get Aaron for his birthday?”
“He wanted a certain kind of specialty fabric we can’t find here, so I ordered him a bunch. I can’t wait to see his face.”
“How romantic?” Buckle scrunches his nose a little.
“He’ll love it.” My stomach revolts, and I press a hand to my mouth as I rush to the bathroom.
Buckle waits for me on the other side of the door and hollers. “I think you have a better present for him.”
After throwing up, I wash my hands and answer, “We always use condoms. Plus, I haven’t been in Heat since December.”
“Condoms can break, bestie.” He clamps a hand on my shoulder. “I think.” He leans in to sniff along my neck. “No, I know, you’re baking a little bun in that oven of yours.”
“Really?” I press my hands to my still flat stomach.
“Yep! You need to get a test. Then put it on a platter or something and give that to Aaron. He’s going to be thrilled.”
“Do you think this is why Larry’s been side-eyeing me?”
“Maybe? I got a hint of a different scent when I met Aaron, but I wasn’t entirely sure. Now? I’m certain.”
“Cover me?” I ask.
“Of course.”
I dash out the door to run across the street to the gas station. Not wanting to take the test at work, I rip the box open and use the bathroom at the gas station. A few minutes later and the digital readout says ‘Pregnant’.
Holy shit. We’re going to be parents.
I follow Buckle’s advice and stick the pregnancy test in a box. The fabric will be a second gift. Aaron deserves the world and I’ll give him what I can.
I clutch the ridiculous box to my chest as I enter my apartment. Aaron’s scrunched up on the floor, leaning against the couch. His laptop balanced on his knees as he squints at the screen.
“Hey, babe,” I say.
His head perks up, and he tosses his laptop to the couch. He bounces up and grimaces before straightening up again. “Been sitting too long.” He laughs and lunges at me. “Missed you.”
“Missed you, too.”
We kiss, and it’s like the world stops spinning. That’s what life is like with Aaron. Nothing else matters when he’s in the room.
“Happy birthday, Aaron.” I nibble my bottom lip and hand him my box.
His eyes brighten. “For me?” He kisses my cheek.
My stomach twists with nerves. “I hope you like it. And I got you something else too, but Buckle thinks you’ll like this much better.”
Aaron tilts his head, and slides open the box. I stop his hands from removing the lid altogether. His eyes meet mine and I release a breath. I let him go, and he looks down at the stick.
The room seems to shrink around us, and I brace myself for his reaction. Instead of panic, I see a wash of emotions cross his face. First surprise, then joy.
“Pax…” he whispers, closing the small distance between us. His eyes search mine. “Is this what I think it is?”
I nod, my throat tightening. “Yeah. I’m scared, but I want this.” I press his hand to my stomach. “I want us.” I lean in to kiss him, but stop myself just before our lips meet. “I love you Aaron Rising, and I want to raise this baby with you.”
In an instant, his arms wrap around me, pulling me close. Our lips crash together. “I love you, Paxton Freely. I love you so much.” His excitement radiates off him, and I can’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of his joy wrap around me like a blanket.
“Happy birthday,” I whisper.
He chuckles, cupping my face with his hands. “Best birthday gift ever.”
Then, without thinking, I grab him by the waist and guide him toward the bedroom. There’s a deep primal urge within me.
“Pax?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice. “What are you—”
“Shh,” I hush him playfully. “Let me show you how much I love you. I have another gift.” One I just thought of. Maybe the pretty fabric was a silly idea.
I push Aaron gently onto the bed, his eyes wide with anticipation.
I lean down to kiss him deeply. His body responds to mine.
My hands roam over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt.
I pull away, a smirk playing on my lips as I begin to undress him, tossing his clothes aside until he’s completely bare before me.
“Pax,” he whispers, his voice heavy with desire. I shush him again, my eyes locked onto his as I slowly undress myself, drawing out the anticipation. His eyes rove over my body, taking in every inch of me, but his gaze narrows on my stomach. Where our child grows.
I climb onto the bed, straddling him as I lean down to capture his lips in another searing kiss.
His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer.
I trail kisses down his neck, his chest, his stomach, until I’m positioned between his legs.
I look up at him, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I lift his legs and expose him to me.
He squawks, but recovers quickly.
I start at his inner thighs, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin, making him squirm. His breath hitches as I move closer to his center, his body tensing in anticipation. I run my tongue along the crease where his thigh meets his body, feeling his muscles jump under my touch.
Then I dive in, my tongue circling his entrance, making him cry out in pleasure.
I lick and suck, my hands gripping his thighs to hold him steady.
His moans fill the room, a symphony of his desire.
I stiffen my tongue, pushing it inside him, feeling his body open up for me.
He tastes so good I could do this all day.
His cock is rock hard, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.
“Pax. Pax. Pax.” He moans my name over and over. As much as I like to say I don’t want to be viewed as a so-called typical Omega, I’m not usually the one that’s dominate in the bedroom when it comes to Aaron, but today. Today I’m taking control and I think it’s driving him wild.
I reach up, wrapping my hand around his length, stroking him in time with my tongue fucking his ass. He’s a mess of keening cries and pleading whimpers. His body writhes under my touch. He’s beautiful like this and I have to remind myself that my Alpha deserves to be taken care of too.
I add a finger to his hole, pushing into him alongside my tongue, stretching him, preparing him. His body clenches around me, drawing me in deeper. I add another finger, and another to open him up further. His moans grow louder, his body trembling with need.
I sit up, my fingers still buried inside him. Raw desire reflects back at me through his eyes. I stroke his cock, my fingers curling inside him to hit that spot that makes him tremble.
“Pax,” he begs, his voice hoarse with need. “Please, Pax. I need you.”
I smile, leaning down to kiss him softly. “I know, babe,” I whisper against his lips. “I got you.”
I withdraw my fingers and swipe at my hole to gather the slick leaking there. I lube my cock with my slick and he watches my every movement.
“Ready?” I ask, positioning myself at his entrance.
He responds by locking his legs around me, making me laugh.
I push in slowly. His body stretches around me. He moans, his head falling back, his eyes closed in ecstasy. I move slowly, wanting to drive him wild. He squeezes around me and it takes everything not to speed things up. I want to take my time with unraveling my Alpha.
“Fuck. Yes. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
His moans turn to keens, his body meeting mine thrust for thrust. I lean forward, my hands on either side of his head, my body caging him in. I kiss him, swallowing his cries as I fuck him harder, deeper.
“Pax,” he cries out, his body trembling beneath me. “Pax, I’m close. I’m so close.”
I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his cock again. I stroke him in time with my thrusts, feeling his body tense, his muscles clenching around me.
“Come for me, Aaron,” I growl, my voice low and commanding. “Come for me now, my Alpha.”
And he does, his body convulsing as his cock pulses in my hand, his release spilling between us. I follow him over the edge, my own orgasm ripping through me, my cock pulsing deep inside him. I don’t have a knot, but I stay inside him as long as I can before pulling out.
We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I roll off him, pulling him into my arms, his head resting on my chest.
“You’re an amazing gift giver.” He laughs hoarsely.
I kiss the top of his head, a smile playing on my lips. “I aim to please.”
He snorts, and we fall into a blissful sleep.