Page 45 of His Pretty Omega
Batting my eyes in a perfected slow blink, I asked, “Like what?”
Knowing full well that I was looking at him like a cat with a bowl of cream. It wasn’t my fault he looked delicious in the mornings, his hair sleep-tousled, his chest bare, and those sleep pants clinging in just the right places. This pregnancy might be exhausting, but I had also hit the I’m-exhausted-but-horny-as-fuck stage.
Alex pointed his finger at me when my tongue darted out to chase the kiss on my lips, doing a slow slide across my bottom lip.
“Like that! Don’t do that. And don’t give me your puppy dog eyes either. Don’t bat those lashes at me and blink those blue eyes like you’re Mr. Innocent. We do not have the time. Brat.”
Pouting, I reached for the mug of coffee, taking in a long sniff of the brew. The day my stomach had finally stopped turning itself inside out over the smell had been a glorious one. Still, I was only allowed one cup of caffeine a day, so I tried to enjoy it to thefullest.
Swallowing the luscious sip of dark roast, I asked, “What time is it?”
Alex glanced at the clock, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his hip bumping my thigh. “It’s almost nine.”
“What?!” I gulped down half my cup in one swallow. “We told everyone eight!”
Alex wasn’t dressed, I was barely awake, and he was acting as cool as a cucumber about it all.
Wrinkling my nose at him, I questioned, “Where is everyone? Oh Goddess! They’re not coming are they? They all cancelled. They found out I’ve done nothing beyond putting some stickers on shit, that there are boxes to still pack and nothing got moved yesterday, and they were like nope.”
Alex’s lips twitched, the small action nearly obscured by his beard and mustache. “Do you really think our friends would do that?”
“I might, not gonna lie, if I was them. Though Bennett will at least show up, he’s used to sorting out my messes. He knows what he’s walking into. The rest of them? Not so much.”
Sometimes, and I would never admit this to anyone, I felt like I was a part of the group of omegas only because Bennett was their friend, and we were pretty much a package deal.
“I knew last night you needed some extra sleep, so I asked everyone to start at the apartmentwithout us,” Alex explained. “Bennett told me he has a key, so it only took a few texts and he had everything handled for me.”
“That was really sweet of you,” I whispered, staring down into the dregs of my mug, because sometimes the things Alex made me feel overwhelmed me with too many feelings, especially lately. “I feel bad we aren’t there helping yet, though. I am the one moving.”
“And everyone knows you’re pregnant,” he countered. “We should probably get up and at it soon though. There are breakfast sandwiches in the kitchen for us, and I made a bunch to take to the apartment for people. We’ll ply them with pizza and beer later.”
“Please tell me there is bacon,” I moaned, feeling my stomach rumble with hunger. With my morning sickness passing, this baby always seemed hungry, especially in the mornings. It was like he or she had to make up for all the mornings I spent puking in the bathroom.
Alex stood, tossing me an indignant look, while holding his hand out to help me out of bed. He caressed the bump lovingly, before bending to place a sweet kiss on the tight skin, just above my belly button. “Of course there is. I know what my baby likes.”
“And your mate,” I chuckled, because bacon.
“I was talking about you.” He gave me a saucy wink. “There’s also sausage and ham.”
“Mmmm,” I hummed happily, as he tugged me into the bathroom behind him and started the water in the shower.
Holding me in a loose embrace, he brushed a lock of my hair out of my eyes, giving me a tender look. “I’m glad you’re officially moving in today, Seth.”
“Me too,” I told him honestly. “Even though we both know it’s just a formality. How much time do we have, do you think, before we need to be there?”
Alex gave me a wicked smile. “We have a few minutes.”
“Good.” Grasping his cock in my hand, I gave it a few good tugs, loving the weight of it in my hands. Alex’s breathing sped up, and small gasps of pleasure escaped his mouth as I stroked him.
Turning in his arms, I braced my arms against the shower wall, the water bouncing off my back. Sticking my ass out, I gave it a little wiggle. “It’s been much too long, Mr. Ortega.”
Sliding his slick body along my back, I shivered as his hard cock nudged between my cheeks. “Mmm, it has.”
Kisses brushed across my shoulders and neck, before his lips latched on just above my mating gland. He sucked tender skin between his lips, before scraping his teeth along the skin.
“Alex,” I moaned, pushing back against his hips, “while I usually adore foreplay, I’m going to need you to fuck me hard and fast. Like now.”
His hand smacked my wet ass cheek, and this time it was me that moaned, loud and long. “Bossy brat.”
