Page 10 of Calling from the Heart
One with fewer stairs.
He wanted Owen to have a nursery. He wanted there to be a place for him to plan and paint, to decorate and relax. More than that he wanted to be the kind of alpha who put together baby beds and changing tables, chairs where they could sit and rock the baby -- their daughter -- and feed her. Jeb wanted all of it honestly, every single bit.
“Where did you go?” Owen whispered. “It’s just like you left me there for a second.”
“I was thinking how much I want to start a family. With you.” He kissed Owen hard. “But I’m still right here.”
Owen began to pant, and one of those hot little hands ran down his belly, heading toward his cock. “Are you going to knot me? I want you to dream about it at night, when I’m touching myself wishing that you were here. I dream about you, you know. I dream about us.”
“I sure hope so. I dream about you too, baby, but we don’t have to dream anymore. I’m with you here.”
That was the important part, wasn’t he?
He reached down, unfastening the cord holding his sweatpants closed tight, and let his heavy, needy cock pop out. The sensitive tip was bright red and leaking, dripping with his need.
“Oh. I love how you smell.” Owen grabbed his cock and stroked, and his balls pulled right up, his knot swelling.
“Baby. Too much of that and I won’t be able to wait.” It had been so long.
“No? I could probably learn to live with that.” Owen hand slid down his prick, then found its way to his balls, almost like he was weighing them. “We can have long and slow and lazy later. We don’t have to do it now. We can have everything we want, and right now I want you. I want to feel you inside me and know that it’s true, that you don’t hate me.”
Owen’s eyes filled with sudden tears, and Jeb backed off a little. Owen needed his care now, not just his passion. “You’re all right. We’re okay. Don’t worry about it. We’ve got this.”
Please don’t cry. Please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t cry.
Owen’s chest hitched, his breath gasping for a moment. “I hope so.”
“We do, baby. We have some talking to do. Some wounds to heal. But if I know anything, it’s that I love you. I want you. All of you.” He petted Owen everywhere he could reach, giving comfort as well as sensuality. His cock never once drooped. Touching Owen in any way aroused the hell out of him.
“You’re right. We have a lot to talk about.” Owen licked his lips, making them shine. “Does it make me a bad person because I don’t want to talk anymore?”
Jeb shook his head. “No, baby, it just makes you needy, means you’re human. It’s been months. I promise I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Owen grinned at him, eyes twinkling now, the emotions swinging wildly. “You always do. I needed you from the second I saw you in those tight jeans and that little white T-shirt, throwing horseshoes in the sunshine. I knew you were mine somehow. I just knew it.”
“Mmm. And then you tripped over a croquet hoop, and I knew you were the one for me, baby. You managed to laugh at yourself, and you were incredibly brave even with your scraped knee and hands.”
“I felt like a moron. I swear to God, I felt like you were never going to believe for a second that I wasn’t just a clumsy goofball.” Owen began to stroke his prick again, slow and steady. “You proved to me, though, that you thought I was special.”
His toes curled, and his thighs tightened, making Owen rise up and down. “I knew you were so hot, so attractive, and then I got to know you better.”
“Flatter me some more,” Owen teased.
“When I knew you longer, I knew you had the kindest heart, the best soul, and a damn smart brain.” He squeezed that tight little ass. “And the best butt ever.”
Owen’s laugh was perfect -- husky and happy, and he was all about it.
“Mmmm.” He took another kiss, then another, and his knot was ready again, rarin’ to go. Not only that, but his omega was wet for him, the scent making him a little dizzy with his own need.
“Oh. More. So sensitive.” Owen gasped it when his fingers brushed that taut little hole.
“I can feel how wet you are, baby. Love this. I can’t get enough of you.” He pressed one finger inside Owen.
Owen groaned, spreading his thighs wider, lips parting as they rubbed. “Don’t get enough. Take more.”
“Yes. Soon, love. I will knot you so good.” He panted now himself, his body on fire.
Owen knelt up high, rubbing the tip of Jeb’s cock against that slick, hot hole. He grabbed Owen’s hips, careful not to hurt, but needing to pull his omega down on his cock.
