MILO WALLACE

 

We bunch together in the back of the limo. Carter’s hand encases mine. A box and a picture rest on his lap. There are so many questions, so many things that I want to ask, but the backseat of a limo is not the place for a heavy conversation.

The tires screech and my head turns to the window.

“This isn't my place, I’m a few blocks down.”

Carter takes the box and puts it on my knees.

“What’s this?”

“Open it and find out,” he smiles.

 “What’s this?”

“You don’t need to say yes, not right away,” Carter said.

“I can’t give you what you want, Carter,” I said as I opened the box.

The shine from the large diamond is blinding, but I resist the urge to put it on. Carter is amazing, our time together has been a whirlwind of emotion, but I can’t allow him to make a decision I know he’ll regret.

“Milo, if I were to rank my life in hours, the last seventy-two would make up most of the top 100. I spent my whole life worrying about following in my father’s footsteps, and it never felt right. Let’s make our own path, together.”

“Carter, I can’t give you what you want…”

“You haven’t caught my scent but I’m caught yours. We used condoms the first few times but we ran out by Saturday and keep on keeping on. Danny didn’t take your gift, he took your sense of smell, your omega sense of smell, and the only reason you thought the opposite is because you haven’t felt the heat before we met.”

“I dunno…”

“I do. I felt it in the bar and my certainly grew faster than my cock. Your hole was wet and it wasn’t spit or saliva. I am your alpha and you are my omega and that’s that.

We shared a deep kiss. There’s truth to his words. So much truth. I fell for him the moment our lips touched. I’m not, or I haven’t been, the spontaneous type and it’s the only thing that makes sense.

Carter took the ring and my hand and guided our paws towards my belly. It had only been days but I could already feel something. Maybe it’s just hope but hope births miracles.

“Milo Wallace, will you marry me?”

“Yes, Carter, I will.”

Carter pulls me close and nibbles at my ear. The mere thought of being his husband fills me with want and desire.

I moved to climb on his lap, but he was quick to stop me.

“Hold that thought,” he whispered.

The door of the limousine opened, and Harry offered a hand.

“Mr. Wallace,” he said.

“Carter, this isn't my building.”

“I know.”

***

We climbed the stairs side by side. The hallway smelled of urine and cheap wine. Carter stopped at a door and banged on it with his shoe, scuffing the toe.

The door creaked open.

“How’s it going, shithead?” Carter said as he booted the door open.

Danny flew across the room and crashed against a table. Frozen, I stayed in the hallway, but Carter marched towards me and took my hand.

“You don’t need to run or to hide. Not anymore.”

Danny flopped on the floor and scrambled for the phone on the counter; Carter made no attempt to stop him.

“Look, man, I don’t know what he’s told you, but it’s fucking lies.”

“How do you know he’s lying if you don’t know what he said to me?” Carter said as he guided me into the apartment.

It was smaller than my apartment and smelled just as bad as the hallway. The sink was full of dirty dishes. There was a half-eaten bowl of cereal on the counter, and the other half was on Danny’s loose-fitting beer-slogan T-shirt.

When he was lurking in the shadows, Danny seemed so intimidating. Now, face to face, he looked like what he was—a boy. A scared kid face-to-face with a real alpha.

His sockets sunk into his face and his blue eyes were like murky water at the end of a well. His cheeks were full and red, and it was hard to tell where his chin ended, and his neck began.

Carter leaned against the fridge and smiled as Danny’s fingers squeezed at the phone.

“Maybe we should go,” I whispered, “You don’t want to risk getting in trouble.”

“Don’t make me call the police, man, don’t make me do it.”

Danny pressed a key and then another, but he soon stopped dialing.

“What’s going on here?”

All three of us looked to the door as a new voice seeped through. Boney fingers gripped the battered wood, and the door groaned as it inched forward. The sun hit the face of his watch, and the reflection caught my eye; blinding me for a second.

“Did someone call the cops?” Detective Davidson asked as he flashed his badge.

Danny’s eyes widened.

“Officer, this man just broke into my apartment.”

“Really? This guy right here?” Detective Davidson said as he pointed at my husband-to-be, “You must be mistaken. Carter Bennett is a pillar of the community.”

“He broke into my fucking house!” Danny bellowed.

His scream shook me, but Carter pulled me close and steadied my nerves.

“Why would I take the word of a stalker and an abuser?” He asked as he closed the door and leaned back against the wood.

“You left this in the car,” Detective Davidson said as he handed Carter the manila folder.

Carter dragged at the nearest drawer, reached inside, and pulled out a red pen. He placed the picture on the counter and turned his back to write.

“I’ll…I’ll…I’ll…” Danny stammered.

“You’ll do nothing,” Carter said as he tossed the red pen into the sink.

With the picture clung to his chest, Carter walked towards the fridge. He took a magnet and playfully threw it in the air before pinning the picture up.

“Look, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” Danny pleaded.

My eyes traveled from Danny to the fridge where the picture of the red-headed man now hangs; the message ICU2 scribbled at the top in red ink.

Taking my hand, Carter marched me towards Danny. Snot and spit and tears coated his face.

“Please, I’m begging you…” Danny muttered between whimpers.

“I didn’t know you could beg standing up,” Carter said.

Placing a single finger on Danny’s shoulder, Carter guided my stalker to his knees.

“If you’re going to do it then at least do it properly.”

Danny shook like a sapling in a hurricane.

Detective Davidson sniggered.

Carter was stoic and unmoving. He looked at me with steely eyes that said you can do this.

Rubbing at the scar on my face, I glared at the cowering boy on the floor and felt no pity. That old Milo voice was gone, so was the cowardly boy that ran from the world.

“Milo. I’m. So. Sorry. It. Won’t. Happen. Again.” Danny said.

He struggled with each word. The room fell silent for a moment, but Carter soon broke it.

“Sorry for what?”

“For what I did to you…”

“Say what you did or I’ll do it to you with a cop watching.”

“And cheering,” Detective Davidson laughed.

“I’m sorry for hitting you… for beating you… I don’t know what came over me… I just,” Danny said.

Carter crouched down to meet his eyes.

“Nothing ‘came over you.’ You’re a piece of shit. The tears on your cheeks and the piss in your pants aren’t for him, are they?”

Danny didn’t respond so Carter continued.

“No, those tears are for you and nobody else. Let me tell you something, Danny, the only reason your face is wet with tears and not blood is because I met you on a Monday instead of a Friday. Because I met you after I met Milo. So you wipe those tears, and you change your underwear, and you get out of this fucking town, understand?”

Danny nodded.

Carter jumped to his feet. He held out a hand, and I gave him mine.

“Are you sorry?” He asked.

Danny nodded again.

“Then kiss the ring.”

Carter Bennett rubbed his thumb along the large diamond of my engagement ring. The thought of pulling away never crossed my mind.

“This is less than he deserves,” He whispered.

“Too fucking right,” Detective Davidson muttered softly.

His cheek wet with tears and sweat, Danny leaned forward and kissed my engagement ring.

“You have one week to get out of this town,” Detective Davidson said sternly as I turn for the door.

***

“Thank you, for everything,” I said as Harry closed the limo door.

“Just doin’ my job,” he said with a smile.

My phone rang, and I reached for my bag.

“Anything important?” Carter asks.

“My alarm, my shift starts in 30 minutes,” I reply.

Carter wraps an arm around my shoulder and shouts to Harry.

“Not too fast, Harry,” He said, “No bumps.”

My mind drifts to Luci and his weekend alone. Travis promised he’d leave him alone, but he’ll take the brunt of his bad mood if I don’t show up for work. With a diamond worth more than a house on my finger, I squeeze Carter’s hand.

“I should get to Honey Bunz. Luci will be worried.”

“I heard good things about you today,” He replied, “Great things, actually. There’s a new position opening up soon. A top floor position. And the job comes with perks.”

“But Luci…”

“It comes with an office—the one just next to mine—and a parking space. You even get your own assistant.”

The car slowed to a snail’s pace. Reaching for my seatbelt, I freed myself and lunged at Carter Bennett.

We shared a deep, passionate kiss; it was the first time our tongues touched as fiancé and fiancé.

Reaching for my belt, I slipped off my trousers and pressed my butt against his hardening cock. His eager hands traveled up my legs and cupped my ass. He pulled my butt cheeks apart and sighed as he felt my heat against his crotch.

“How far are we from your place?” I coo as I nipple on his ear.

“In this traffic? Too fucking far. And it’s not my place anymore.”

Reaching back, I cup his face and gently rub his cheek with my left hand, my right was stroking my own tummy. My hand dips lower, and soon I’m pulling at the zipper of his trousers.

“I don’t have any condoms,” He said.

“We don’t need any.”

I pull at his zip and reach inside. His throbbing cock is already hard, but much too long and thick to pull through the small hole. Letting go of my ass, Carter reaches for his belt, and soon it’s bouncing off of the window. Carter opens the top button of his pants and reaches for his cock.

Wrapping his hand around the base of his shaft, Carter pulls out his cock and the swollen head presses against my dripping-wet omega entrance.

His breath is heavy, and his eyes are full of want. Sitting back, I grind my entrance against the tip of his cock. Taking a handful of his ash-blond hair, I pull his head back and stare into his eyes.

“Fuck me,” I said with a full voice.

Lowering my hips, my ass swallowed the tip of his cock, and we gasped in unison. Carter thrust his hips slowly, pushing half an inch inside of me as the limousine came to a stop.

Gripping my hips, Carter lunged toward my neck and bit down hard as I continued to slide down on his twitching pole.

“Fuck me, Carter,” I thundered.

Dropping a hand, Carter unfastened his seatbelt. His catcher’s mitt-sized hand soon found its way back to my ass. He moaned and groaned as I slid up and down. 

“Fuck me, Carter Bennett.”

My words were so loud that they drowned out the honking horns of the outside world.

Gripping my hips tightly, Carter pulled my body down until I was full. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his face against my trembling back.

I find more words.

“Cum inside me, Carter,” I whisper.

Buoyed by my words, Carter Bennett, my husband-to-be, holds me in place as he forces his hips up.

I claw at his face and moan as I near climax. My cheeks flush red as my core melts. Closing my eyes, I silently beg for his cum as I imagine our life together.

My imagination took over. I closed my eyes and watched as pages flew from the calendar. Nine months passing in seconds. My tummy expanding; his son growing inside of me.

A true miracle unfolding.

Our moans sync as we cum together just as the car pulls to our apartment.

I pull at his shirt as I nibble on his ear.

“I love you, Carter.”

“I love you too.”