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It’s a good thing I’m young, Ned thought. His downtime was shorter than an older man’s.
“Climb on top of me,” Ned said, directing Ezer into position. He smiled into the darkness, as Ezer’s hot hole engulfed his cock again. “That’s it. You’re doing great. It’s going to be okay, Ezer. It’s all going to be okay.”
That seemed to be what Ezer needed to hear, because he fell to Ned’s chest, kissing his collarbones and pecs, letting Ned fuck into him slowly. They made it last, and when Ned did come again, his balls ached from the strength of his orgasm.
Ezer moaned and fell asleep on top of him, full of Ned’s cum with his hard little stomach pressing against Ned’s flat one.
He’d grown rounder already.
Amazing.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The next dayEzer woke with a sense of calm that had been missing from his entire life. He knew what it was. He was supposed to be fighting this exact thing. But it was pointless because he was going to keep fucking Ned, and each fuck would lead to an even heavier blanket of calm until he faced the agony of delivery.
If he rejected the sex, he’d suffer, the baby would suffer, and one or both of them might die. It was the way omegas were made and there was nothing to be done about that. Even more confirmation God was a sadistic alpha.
He rested his hand on his stomach, feeling the hardness starting where the baby grew inside. He stroked the skin and wondered who was in there. Someone smart and funny? Someone brutal and arrogant? Someone sweet and quiet? Beta, omega, alpha? Time would tell.
Fuck, he still couldn’t believe he’d made a child with Ned Clearwater.
Or that he was riding Ned Clearwater’s cock willingly.
He also couldn’t believe he hadn’t heard from anyone in his family. Not a single one of his brothers, not his da, not his father, and not even Pete. He was truly alone here.
He couldn’t believe this was his life.
“Do you want to get in the pool?” Ned asked as he watched Ezer clear his plate of third helpings for breakfast. He seemed pleased by the number of eggs Ezer had put away, and the multiple slices of bread and jam. “I think you’ll like it. My father has left, so we can swim without him being around.”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” Ezer said, licking the plate to get the last drop of jam. His stomach gurgled, and he reached for another strip of bacon. “That sounds nice.”
“The pool should help you feel more comfortable as you get bigger,” Ned said.
“Mm,” Ezer replied, stuffing his face with another spoonful of yogurt. Finally,finallyhe felt full, and he sat back with a heavy sigh. He ate more every day than he had in a week before. Still, he didn’t seem to gain weight, just girth around his waist. “Thank you. breakfast was good.”
Ned smiled. “It was all Earl’s doing. He cooked it and brought it all down. I just kept it warm for you.”
“Oh.” Ezer still wasn’t sure how he felt about Earl.
He’d grown up with plenty of beta servants around, but he hadn’t ever had one assigned to him the way Ned had while growing up, and he wasn’t accustomed to having an old man around who tried to predict his every whim and need. It was invasive and unnerving, but he knew it was only Earl’s duty.
“I’ll get a swimsuit—”
“If I’m going up there naked, so are you,” Ezer said firmly.
Ned looked like he might argue for a moment, but then he shrugged. “All right. There’s nothing Earl hasn’t seen before on either of us.”
“Exactly.”
As soon as Ned had washed and put away their dishes, they left the nest, heading upstairs into the main house and then out to the pool.
Ezer wasn’t that impressed with Lidell Clearwater’s home. After all, he’d grown up as George Fersee’s son, so he was accustomed to luxury. But it wasn’t a step down for him either. The stylistic choices of the house were different from his father’s taste, which had tended toward the heavy, dark, and wooden. Meanwhile, Lidell’s home was modern, sleek, and open-air everything. It was three stories, including the basement nest area, and all of it was white on beige, and shiny where possible. Ezer didn’t hate it. It was somehow soothing in its blankness, if stark.
The living room hosted a fluffy white sofa and a glass table, along with matching chairs and a few overflowing bookcases. Ezer had no idea what was in any of the books, of course. The letters on the spines moved around unhelpfully, so he supposed he’d never know. But his da had always said that educated families are better than wealthy families when it came to marriage, so Ezer hoped he was right.
Not that he and Ned were married just because of the contract they’d signed. No, he owed Ned his body and his children for life, but he hadn’t committed his heart, and that was what marriage was about, wasn’t it?
He wasnevergoing to commit to that.
