Riding a motorcycle was way more fun than Chris had anticipated. He had actually been terrified but kept telling himself, Do it for Raff. As it turned out, after about twenty spins around the Stellar Landing parking lot, Chris got the hang of it and found it exhilarating. He loved the wind in his hair and the exhilaration of speed. Plus he loved the look of joy that he saw on his husband’s face whenever the two of them were riding side-by-side down the open road.

He even took the bike on his own to the office a few times but, for the past week, he chose to take the car. He explained to Raff that the heat was making him a little too sweaty. No one wanted a lawyer with BO.

Pulling his rental car into the garage, he grabbed his attaché case and a manila envelope. Raff and the baby would be waiting for him, and he was buoyant with the thought. His family.

The condominium smelled like garlic and olive oil and freshly baked bread and, when he kissed his alpha hello, Raff’s mouth tasted delicious.

“Shrimp scampi?” Chris asked, licking his lips.

“Yep. And garlic bread.”

“You are a god. Love your scampi.” He sat next to Elizabeth, playing with blocks on her highchair tray, and asked her about her day. She responded with excited half-formed words that Chris tried to interpret. “Is she saying ‘dog’?”

“She is. One of the therapists brought in her cocker spaniel. Bizzy went crazy. She was saying ‘I want, I want’ and pointing at it. She’s going to want one soon. I can’t even imagine how we’d pull that off.”

Chris laughed. “Oh, Bizzy. Your mouth is finally catching up with your brain, isn’t it, precious girl?” He kissed her forehead. Coming home to this sweet girl made dealing with grumpy clients and dim-witted criminals all day completely worth it. “And how was your day, handsome?”

Raff didn’t answer right away.

Chris turned to him and saw that he was staring down at the skillet, stirring. Raff’s forehead was furrowed. Was he just focused on the meal? Before Chris could ask him though, Raff smiled.

“It was good. Everyone is raving about the new chef. And Angela got engaged. Her boyfriend got her a rock of a ring.”

“How nice! Think we’ll be invited to the wedding?” Chris loved weddings.

“Dunno. And an old friend is in town. Stopped by to chat.”

“Really? All the way from New York, or . . . ?”

“Mmhm.”

Chris waited for him to continue, but Raff was moving quickly to get everything on the table so he got up to help, and soon they were eating and talking about heading back to New York.

Back in the beginning of June, when they were closing up their Brooklyn apartment and getting ready to head to Stellar, Chris and Raff were going through that difficult time. The endless tense silence that hid disappointments, anger and longing. One thing that Raff did finally say was that it was unfair that he was the one handling all of the preparations.

“I work too, Chris, and I do it with a baby strapped to my back. I need some help.”

It was only three months later, but so much had changed between them and Chris wanted to show Raff how committed he was to keeping that momentum going.

“So, I called my assistant in New York and I’m throwing her a few extra bucks to go to our apartment the day before we get there to air the place out and get some basic groceries. After that flight, we should at least have some snacks and milk for Bizzy and the place won’t smell stale.”

“That’s a great idea. Thanks, Chris.”

“Yep. And I talked to the leasing office here. They’re happy to handle everything. They’ll rent out our place for $700 a week; we just need to lock up any valuables in the hall closet and leave clean linens and basic kitchen stuff.”

“Perfect.”

Chris wasn’t getting quite the impressed reaction he was hoping for, but maybe Raff’s day was more difficult than he was letting on.

“You want me to clean up for a change?” Chris asked.

Raff smiled absentmindedly. “And miss out on my first alone-time today? Not a chance. You guys go have fun,” he said, and then started collecting plates. Raff didn’t even look at him.

It wasn’t until the baby was tucked in that Chris finally had the chance to ask what was wrong.

“Nothing. Well, there are some things I want to discuss with you. Nothing . . . big.”

“Good. Me too. Let’s relax together.”

“Okay. You want some wine? There’s leftovers from the scampi.”

“Not tonight. Just water.”

Chris lit candles as Raff filled up his glass. The scent of wax and lavender filled the room, and he took a deep breath. He was nervous but, when Raff sat down next to him, he took a deep breath and smiled.

“You want to go first, or . . . ?”

Raff patted his hand. “I’ve missed your voice today. You go.”

Chris reached for the manila envelope on the coffee table and handed it to his husband.

“I got some good news today and I think you’ll be interested.”

Raff’s eyebrows went up a little, as if he were mildly curious but not overly concerned. “What is it? About work?”

“Open it.”

He watched Raff’s eyes as he pulled out the paper and began to scan the words he saw there, but Chris couldn’t wait for it to register.

“Raff, I’m pregnant! We’re pregnant!”

Now that’s the reaction I was hoping for. Finally.

Raff’s mouth was hanging open.

“I’ve been feeling sick and I didn’t have morning sickness at all with Bizzy, so I made an appointment to rule out something serious . . . and . . . and . . . we’re going to have another baby!”

Raff’s opened mouth spread into a wide smile before he pulled Chris into a near-crushing embrace.

“You’re happy, right?”

“Chris, I’m ecstatic. I always wanted a big family; you know that.” Raff’s voice was quiet but full of emotion.

“I do know that.”

They held each other on the couch, in the dark, for a while. There wasn’t much to say about it. Their life would change again, but they could handle it. Chris did some quick calculations and realized that the new baby would arrive in time for them to come back to Alaska next summer. Another few months to recuperate and get to know their new family member. They’d have to put the bike riding excursions on hold for a while, but they would be busy with their family.

“How do you think Elizabeth will react?” Chris asked.

“Oh, she will be thrilled. She was pointing to a baby in a carrier at the grocery store last week, saying ‘I want’. She might change her mind when I’ve got to strap the new one to my back instead of her, of course.”

“Yeah, well, for the first few months, you’ll have to carry the infant in the front, so Bizzy can still ride in the back.”

“What am I, a pack mule?” Raff joked, but Chris knew that he loved being a father more than anything. There was never a doubt about that.

Chris leaned over and brushed his lips against Raff’s. He adored his alpha.

To his delight, Raff returned the kiss with surprising ardor.

Desire welled up in Chris quickly. Pregnancy hormones, he thought with a smile as his erection grew.

Raff started to pull his shirt off and Chris pushed his hands away and unbuttoned it himself quickly in order to save the buttons. Raff’s hands were soon caressing his chest, grazing newly sensitive nipples. Chris moaned—he felt like he could almost climax just from that—and then Raff kissed one and suckled it into his mouth.

A shout of pleasure escaped Chris’s lips and he saw Raff look up at him devilishly. He sucked harder and began flicking at the hard nub with his tongue.

When Chris thought he might actually cum in his pants like a high schooler, Raff stopped suddenly.

“Lie back,” he whispered and, when Chris did so, Raff removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He slid them down Chris’s hips and tossed them onto the floor, before pausing as if to appreciate his body.

There was something very erotic about having an aroused alpha staring down at his partially unclothed body. Raff was the bodybuilder in their relationship, while Chris was slim and several inches shorter. He often felt like he was the one who had gotten the better end of the deal, at least appearance-wise. But right now he felt hot.

Raff licked his lips. “You look so fucking good right now, darlin’,” he husked. He reached forward and hooked the forefingers of each hand on the waistband of Chris’s underwear. “You look lush and ripe and very, very fuckable. I love it when you’re pregnant.”

He started to slide Chris’s underwear down, freeing his hard cock and then pulling them completely off.

Chris could see a drop of pre-cum already pooling in the slit of his dick.

Raff’s hands began to caress the arches of Chris’s feet and then work their way up his calves and inner thighs, excruciatingly slow. Raff was good at that—drawing out the pleasure, building it up.

Chris knew that within a few minutes he would literally beg to be fucked, because it had happened many times before. And he knew that Raff would just give him an evil smirk and keep going s-l-o-w.

When Raff’s hands reached the tops of Chris’s inner thighs, his fingers gently swiped against the crack of his ass, as if by accident. Ignoring Chris’s gasp, Raff then moved up Chris’s hips to his belly. Now Raff moved onto his knees, over Chris’s body, and bent down to lap at his belly button. The close proximity of Raff’s skilled mouth to the head of his dick was maddening.

Kiss, kiss, kiss, at Chris’s belly, and somehow it was both the most innocent gesture and the lewdest at the same time. The ache that was building in Chris’s balls was exquisite.

“Oh, Raff, please don’t make me wait,” Chris cooed.

That smirk.

“Please, Raff. Fuck me. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“Oh really?”

Chris nodded.

Raff’s fingers roamed, as did his lips. Something brushed against Chris’s cockhead and caused him to jump, and then a finger or a tongue barely traced his glans, and then he felt a flick against a nipple again.

Overwhelming pleasure and it hadn’t even begun.

“Tell me what you want, darlin’.”

“Fuck me, alpha. Suck my cock and fuck my ass and fill me all the way up.”

“Beg me.”

“Please. Raff, please fuck me.” Chris felt embarrassed as the dirty words spilled from his lips, and yet it was a delicious form of embarrassment. He felt like, in that moment, he was only good for one thing: to be fucked by this alpha.

Raff pushed Chris’s knees into the air and growled as he looked down at his body. He swooped down and licked Chris’s crack in one long, slow stroke.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

Now Raff leaned down and sucked the swollen redhead of Chris’s dick into his mouth. He sucked hard and quick for what was probably only five seconds, before letting go.

“Or is that what you want?”

Chris was gasping. “That too.”

Raff reached down and pulled a bottle of lube from under the couch—When did he put that there?—and drizzled some down into the entrance of Chris’s ass before pressing his own cock against him.

“Or is that what you want?”

“Oh yes, oh yes, fuck yes.”

Raff didn’t need to be asked twice and he held Chris’s ankles as he leaned into him. Chris heard his breath hitch as Chris’s body accepted his.

When he was fully inside his omega, Raff moved so that he was on top of Chris, who wrapped his legs around his alpha’s body.

“I love you, Chris,” Raff said, looking into his eyes. He was often like this when they made love—taking time to be tender and express his love, even as his body was doing wicked things.

“I love you too.”

“And fuck, are you tight.” There was that wicked smirk again, and then Raff began to move inside him. As he did so, his hard abs rubbed against Chris’s dick. The combination of sensation caused him to moan already for release.

He didn’t want to cum too soon. He focused on his lover above him. Raff’s eyes were closed and his mouth hung open; the picture of a man lost in desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” Chris whispered to him, and then Raff looked at him and smiled before leaning down to kiss him, his tongue searching for Chris’s and sucking on it. It was an intense, hungry kiss that took his breath away.

When Raff pulled back, he growled again. “I’m not going to last long, baby. You feel too good.”

“Just use me, Raff. Fuck me hard and cum inside me.”

“Oh, God,” Raff cried, loving the filthy words. He plunged into his omega even harder, building up to his climax. “Jerk yourself off, Chris.” He wanted them to cum together.

Chris did as he was told, and almost immediately felt the heat in his belly that meant he was about to go over the edge. He bit his lip and held his breath, watching his husband above him as he fucked him in a frenzy, hoping that Raff was close too.

The roar that escaped the alpha’s mouth was like that of an animal, and the final thrust felt like it would split Chris in two. Raff’s face screwed into an expression of agonizing pleasure, and every muscle of his body tensed up as he came hard.

Chris was just a second behind, dragging his orgasm out with his own fist. He looked into Raff’s eyes as he came with a shudder, and thick drops of hot liquid spurted onto his chest.

“Ohhh . . . I feel it,” Raff whispered, his eyes closed. “I can feel it from inside you.”

Raff’s arms began to quiver as he held himself above Chris. They both had ragged breath as their orgasms subsided. Raff lowered himself gently, as if already worried about crushing Chris’s belly.

Chris loved feeling the weight on top of him. Raff’s lips were against Chris’s ear and he began to whisper sweet things, words of love, to him in a sleepy voice. Before long, Chris felt his own eyes get heavy . . . 

He wasn’t sure how long they were asleep for, but he was cold and his belly felt sticky, so he gently woke Raff up. They moved together into the shower, a quick hot one, and then climbed into bed. They lay back to back, butt to butt, and Chris felt more relaxed than he’d been in days. Just before he succumbed to slumber though, he remembered and turned.

“Raff? What was it that you wanted to talk about at dinner?”

“Oh . . . hm . . . nothing, darlin’. Just stuff about moving. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

Satisfied, Chris closed his eyes again and, within minutes, he was breathing deeply.

Raff, however, stayed awake, staring at the wall for hours.