Six months later

“Like this?” JT struggled to keep up with the birthing instructor. He looked around, frustrated to see he was the only one who’d fallen behind. Peering down at Alec, he frowned when he saw how serene his omega was. And then he realized he’d fallen asleep.

Nudging him, he whispered, “Alec?”

Alec roused, jolting up. “I’m awake.”

The frustration that had been oppressing eased, and JT grinned. “Uh huh. You were just resting your eyes, right?”

Alec had the decency to duck his head.

JT drew him closer to his chest, his legs opened wide to fit Alec in between. Not too hard for his larger build. When he compared himself to Alec, the omega was much slighter. It still amazed him that they fit so well together. Nuzzling Alec’s throat, he touched his lips to the spot right under his ear before capturing his ear lobe between his teeth.

Alec shuddered at JT’s sharp tug on his ear, turning his head to the side to give him more access to his throat.

So submissive… JT smiled and peppered kisses down to his collar, lifting off when he realized where they were, and how much Alec was already squirming. His big belly bobbed, and he particularly writhed in JT’s hold, moaning softly in protest when the alpha stopped his teasing foreplay.

“Later,” he breathed into his ear. Preferably when they weren’t in the middle of birthing class.

Somehow Alec cooperated, and that was saying a lot: since he entered the third trimester of his pregnancy, he’d been hornier than usual. His sex drive had shot out the roof, and though JT wasn’t complaining about getting his dick wet more often, he did worry about what the sex might be doing to the pregnancy.

At the end of surviving their third birthing class, JT wrapped up their mat and their belongings, hooking their duffel over his shoulder before scooping Alec off the ground. His omega husband’s eighth-month belly swayed with his slower movement. He clutched his back, grimacing.

“I’ll give you a massage when we get home,” JT promised, knowing what would soothe him.

“And a bath?” Alec asked, fluttering his lashes, sinking deeper into JT’s embrace.

“And a bath,” JT echoed.

“Maybe more?” Alec slid one hand from JT’s forearm to brush over his groin. His cock jerked in response, half-erect from his teasing Alec earlier.

JT cooled down when he noticed the birthing instructor glancing their way, smiling. Seeing that he had her attention, JT moved to her with the question that had been plaguing him. His face burned a bit asking the question, but he stumbled through it.

Alec snorted. “He’s worried,” he said, sounding pretty suave about the whole thing.

“It should be fine to have sex,” the birthing instructor said. “I’ve been a doula, too, and one of the things I learned is that sex can actually help build contractions for labor. But you do have to be careful. We wouldn’t want to cause premature labor.”

Once she asked how far Alec was along, she nodded. “Close enough to your due date. Congrats.”

“We will,” Alec told her, as way of dismissal. Once she was gone, he stared up at JT, giving his arms a squeeze. “That was embarrassing.”

It was, but JT shrugged. “I needed to know.”

“Well, now that we’ve been cleared to have sex, I expect both of us on our knees in bed.”

JT drew Alec closer, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. Of course, Alec wrapped his fingers around the back of JT’s neck and he held him there longer than he intended. Alec’s tongue did a sweep of his mouth before retreating and taking the party to his warm mouth.

“Home. Now,” Alec ordered.

If JT wasn’t so turned on, he’d growl and take back authority. But seeing as he agreed, he moved them quickly out of the building to the parking garage a block away. From there, he forced himself to observe the road limits to leave downtown Pittsburgh behind and reach their home.

As they pulled into the drive, and JT silenced the truck engine, Alec sighed, his gaze fixed on their house. “I’m glad I let you talk me into moving back.” He met JT’s eyes and smiled. “This is home.”

JT exited the truck first, helping Alec out of the cab. Once they were inside, he walked him upstairs to their shared bedroom, once Alec’s room alone. JT noted the open door to Isolde’s old room. Now all the doors remained open upstairs. No secrets hiding behind any of them.

“How is your mom?” JT asked.

It had been six months since he’d last seen Isolde face-to-face. After his second wedding ceremony with Alec in Central Park, his mother-in-law had gone off on her own to the surgery clinic in St. Gallen, Switzerland. Alec had chosen to stay behind…with JT. And JT hadn’t ever taken that sacrifice for granted, knowing how close Alec was to his mother, and vice-versa.

So, he was genuinely making it a point to ask regularly after Isolde’s health, and her recovery from facial reconstructive surgery.

Alec glanced back at JT closing the door after them. He moved to the bed, his hands already unbuttoned his sweater and shrugging it off. “She’s good. She called yesterday morning when you’d gone to work. I also had a video chat with her doctor and the clinic director.”

Turning to face JT, he unbuckled his belt and the rasp of his zipper filled the room, teasing JT forward. Alec’s eyes sparked with his lust, his tongue teasing over his bottom lip as he shimmied free from his jeans. His briefs went next. Stepping out of the pool of clothing, he drew his T-shirt off and crawled ahead of JT into the bed.

“She looked happy. She sounded happy. And she’s hoping to be here in a couple weeks, in time for the birth. Her doctor cleared her for the trip.”

JT smiled. “I’m looking forward to the extra hands helping us. I don’t exactly expect Wren to be here too much.”

“How is Parrot?” Alec wondered, crooking a finger at JT and smiling. “I still can’t believe he has such a dopey ride name.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that,” JT warned lightly, knowing Parrot would never harm a hair on Alec’s fair head. Alec had colored his hair again, closer to his natural warm blond. It brought out the dark heat in his eyes even more, and lately, he’s been hungering more for sexual contact.

Happy to please him, JT shed his clothes and left a trail of the discarded articles on his way to the king-sized four-poster bed. “Parrot is being Parrot. He’s not going to change, but he’s doing good. The Club and work is keeping him busy. He also has a new roommate who’s keeping him on his toes.” JT had been pretty surprised when he’d heard Parrot was in a relationship; a serious one. They’d been going strong for three months, and every time he saw Parrot at the clubhouse, he realized just how deep he was with his new boyfriend.

“I’m happy for him,” JT said. “Happy that he’s happier.”

“Everyone’s happy. Though I’d be happier if you came here.” Alec grasped his cock, pumping his shaft and getting himself nice and hard. He tweaked absently at his nipple, staring hard at JT’s big, bobbing cock when he freed it from his underwear.

“I do believe you promised me a massage.” Alec licked his lips. “And I plan to collect.”

JT climbed the bed, grasped one of Alec’s hips and swatted his hand away from his cock. Keeping their eyes leveled, he lowered his mouth down over the weeping tip of Alec’s cock, swiping his tongue to capture a creamy bead of his pre-cum from his glistening glans. With a low, rumbling growl trembling through his chest, he swallowed Alec’s shaft and bobbed deep, taking him in until Alec’s cockhead brushed the back of his throat.

Up and down he rocked, grunting when Alec’s hands dug deeper into his hair, gripping his roots and tugged, adding a dash of pain to the throbbing, heavy pleasure between his legs. His cum boiled in his swollen balls, and he humped the mattress between Alec’s legs.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Alec moaned, tossing his head back, pinching and pulling at his dusky rose nipples, his big belly bouncing as he pumped his hips more furiously. “Ahh, uh…oh, fuck, yeah,” he let out a long moan, keening into a wail as he came hard and fast.

Caught a bit off guard, JT swallowed fast, hollowing his cheeks and milking Alec clean of his tangy cum.

JT lifted off Alec, his hand grasping down to fist his own cock. Alec had his eyes closed and he stroked at his nipples. His eyes flew open when JT stood and said, “Turn over.”

It took some time to get Alec on all fours, his hands gripping the ornate wooden headboard, his ass tossed back and wiggling, ready for JT’s pummeling. Needing a taste first, JT drew his hand off his dick and gripped Alec’s ass cheeks. Squeezing the soft, tanned globes, he parted them and leaned in to lash his tongue over his clenching brown rosette.

Alec moaned, rearing back, giving JT a face-full of his ass.

JT dug his tongue into his back channel, loving the sharp musky flavor of Alec. Already he was lubricating, his omega body preparing him for the alpha’s plundering. And JT was all too glad, because his balls were too damn heavy, and his cock pulsed with the anticipation of Alec’s tight ass.

Massaging his hands up Alec’s back and then grasping his hips, JT pulled him back to meet his thrust. Alec’s ass slurped his tip up and swallowed his nine inches, the foreplay helping ease JT’s big cock inside.

Once they established a rhythm, JT allowed Alec to grind back and take what he wanted from JT. He knew when the omega found his own P-spot when he threw his head back and moaned loudly, freely. They were alone in the house now. No tiptoeing around Alec’s mother.

He called for JT. “Yes,” he hissed. “Fuck me so good. Ah, fuck!”

JT took over, Alec getting sloppy with his heightened pleasure. “Hold the headboard,” he warned, before thrusting forward, hard and deep. Soon he pumped shorter, his knot locking on, holding him fast to Alec. But they were close enough to tumble over the edge, and with one final jerk forward, JT groaned his release.

“Alec,” he grunted, body tightening with the blow of his orgasm. Light flashed at the back of his head, and he squeezed his eyes closed, his heavy breathing, and Alec’s mingling, Alec’s whining and rocking ass continuing to fire his blood, prolong the cresting waves of his completion.

Alec sagged forward when JT opened his eyes, his body still, his breathing loud and quick. After a long silence of their frantic intake of air, Alec chuckled. “I think you broke my ass.”

JT laughed. “I’ll kiss it better later.”

“Also the bath, and the massage,” Alec reminded him with a cheeky grin over his shoulder.

Smirking, JT slipped free, his knot loosening and his seed pulsing out of Alec’s ass, trailing down his tanned, slim legs. Giving Alec a swat, and evening out the teasing blow to his butt cheeks, JT eased him to his side. They collapsed in a spooning position, JT’s big body draping over Alec’s slighter one.

“I love you,” Alec murmured, yawning loudly.

And before his even breathing took over, and he fell asleep, JT said, “I love you, too.”

Their hands clasped, their sweat-slick bodies twined, JT followed Alec into a deep, satisfying slumber.