Page 57 of The Kingpin's Omega Lover
Malori couldn’t take his eyes off Junior, could barely concentrate on the drive. Or on the phone conversation Bishop and King were having with Kensley, who seemed to be expressing buckets of joy over their new roommates. They were pulling into the high-rise parking structure when Malori blurted out, “I never asked Aleks what he calls him.” Junior had been a nickname, and he wasn’t terribly fond of it.
“Davia told me they call him A.J.,” King replied. “Aleks Junior.”
“Ew.” Malori had once considered that name, but he didn’t want his son to have any connection to his sire beyond genetics. “Do you think he’s young enough to rename?”
“I think you can do anything you want, and I’ll support it. We’ll get him a new birth certificate, whatever he needs, once you decide on a name.”
“Good.” His boy deserved a life free of any ties to his sperm donor.
Bishop, King, Malori, his baby, Davia, and another guard whose name Malori couldn’t remember, packed into the private elevator, along with the baby equipment, and they rode up to the penthouse. Kensley and another guard were in the lobby, and Kensley released a triumphant cheer when he spotted Malori. Malori braced for the tight hug, unable to return it while his arms were full of baby, but he could kiss his best friend’s cheek.
“I can’t believe this all worked,” Kensley said, a little out of breath. “I mean, yes, I can, but no, I can’t. Oh, my word! Wow.”
“It’s surreal for me, too,” Malori replied. “I know this wouldn’t have happened if I’d tried to do it on my own. I am so grateful.”
“So am I. I’m glad you remembered you have family to fight with you, Mal. Look what happens when we stick together.”
“I know, and I’ll never forget this. Gosh, we need nursery furniture.”
Kensley flapped one hand in the air. “We have all that stuff already.”
“No, that’s what you bought for your baby. Besides, it’s up in your area of the penthouse. I need a room near us.” He glanced at King, who was busy speaking to Bishop and Davia.
“We can shop online for everything tomorrow, then. A crib, a changing table, all the toys he could ever want. That playpen thing should be fine for tonight.”
“Yes, it will. King?”
King excused himself and approached their little group. “Mal?”
“Can we put Junior in with us tonight?”
“Of course. He can sleep in bed with us, if you want. Whatever makes you happy.”
“Thank you. Um, what about our, uh, other guest?”
King’s soft smile went deadly. “He’s secure in his new accommodations. He’ll be safe there until tomorrow.”
“Good.” Malori didn’t care where, only that Aleks was under guard and wouldn’t get away before they decided what to do with him. “His injury?”
“His head will be fine. The other thing?” King winked. “I think it makes a nice bedtime accessory. But I did request antibiotics. We don’t want him coming down with a fever before the fun begins.”
This vengeful, sadistic side of King should have worried Malori…but it didn’t. It matched his own internal desire to make Aleks Yovenko suffer. Suffer and scream and beg for relief. For a fast death. He’d get none. Not for the torture he’d heaped on Malori these last two years, during every single encounter, from the very first rape to Malori beating him in the head with a lamp.
“We’re going to put Davia in a room near us,” King continued, “with a guard at her door. She knows your baby better than we do, so I want her close for a while.”
“Okay.” That made perfect sense. Other than Aleks, Davia was the only other “parent” that his baby knew. He was also young enough that, in time, Junior would forget them both, and Malori and King would be his only remembered parents. Malori would never tell his child who his sperm donor was—at least, not while he was young. When his baby was an adult, maybe they’d have that conversation. If he ever asked.
But Malori hoped to create such a happy, joyful, fulfilling life for Junior that his boy would never want to know anything different.
“Can we go now?” Malori asked. “I’m exhausted, and I really want a shower before I pass out.”
King’s eyes flashed with danger. “Of course.”
Once in King’s room, Malori loathed parting from his baby, but they set up the pack-and-play near King’s bed. Junior released a long sigh and slept on. King stood in the shower with Malori, while he scrubbed the feel of Aleks’s touch off his skin. Washed his ass thoroughly and let King scrub his back. The soft, loving touches reminded Malori of how safe he truly was, how loved he was, and his cock thickened. King went to his knees under the hot spray, sucked him into an intense orgasm, and then toweled Malori dry.
They curled around each other in bed, their son sleeping soundly nearby, and Malori fell asleep with his family.
The first of many, many more nights to come.
