Chapter Sixteen
Tak
Seven months later...
“I can’t find the green shirt,” I said, rummaging through unfolded laundry.
“It’s hanging up. I’m still working on that pile.” Chris’s voice soothed me instantly, which added to the relief of not having to look for the damned shirt anymore.
One of three shirts that actually fit me.
It wasn’t even my shirt. It was Chris’s. Most of his shirts had become mine now. He’d had to buy more just to take with him on trips then we would switch. I would take the ones he’d been wearing most recently, and he’d take the others.
“I hate laundry,” I said, almost tipping the basket over from the bed.
“I know. That’s why I do it for you.” He continued folding and moved another basket onto the bed, this one holding the baby blankets we’d bought the day before. He’d insisted on washing them right away.
One thing I could say for my alpha, he was prepared. As soon as my belly really began to show, he started downloading ‘Getting Ready for Baby’ shopping lists from Pinterest, and then buying up everything.
We had enough stuff for triplets.
“When’s the last time I told you that you’re the best alpha ever?” I sidled up to him, and he put down the pants he was folding to take me in his arms.
“The last time I did laundry.” We both chuckled, and he tucked my head under his chin while his hand moved to stroke my already-huge belly.
“Not much longer, Chris. Two will be three.”
He nodded, his chin bumping the top of my head. “I know. I’ve already talked to my customers and I’m taking off starting next month. We’ve saved up plenty.”
The other thing about my alpha, and yeah, there was a long list, was that he was incredible at saving money and making sure we stuck to a budget. We’d already started a college fund for our baby and had life insurance in place. And since Chris made decent money, enough for us to live on, we tucked away all of my earnings into a savings account.
I’d watched him stay up late sometimes, on his laptop, going over accounts and bills, always checking and making sure his family was secure. Chris was like my own watchtower, always steady and strong, ready for anything.
“Our cradle should be ready this week. Vivian was so nice to offer to do that for us.”
“Where is she having it refinished?”
I shrugged. “Some man in Mapleville. It’s Vivian. Who knows. The woman has her own network of people. She’s like the Stevie Nicks of Mapleville. That’s what she calls herself. But enough about her and more about this.”
While I spoke, I ran my hands down to cup his tight ass. Even though he was the alpha, Chris had been more than willing to swap positions with me before my belly got to be the size of a watermelon. I loved that we were equals in the relationship.
“Gods, omega, you are insatiable.” He groaned and complained but never turned me down. Over the last couple of months, he’d been working overtime to cushion our savings.
“I know. But you just got back yesterday. You’d been gone for three weeks this time.”
He sighed. “Last time I’ll be gone that long for a while. My clients have promised to keep me pretty local until you have the baby. Besides, you took care of yourself pretty well as I recall.”
So yeah, the bad thing about Chris’s job was the traveling, of course. But the cool thing was the late-night private messages and video chats.
Really private messages.
One night, Chris called me over video when I was just getting out of the shower. I’d answered with only a towel on. He suggested I lie back on the bed with the computer strategically placed and touch myself while he watched. I complied with my alpha, of course. I took off my towel and lay across the bed and stroked my hard dick, watching him stroke his on the other end. I’d never come so fast in my life.
Since then, our video chats had become less sexy and more, hey, alpha, look how huge my belly is and yeah, I ate a whole pizza today and yes, still all the heartburn.
“I love video chatting with you.”
“But I love you touching me more.” He reached behind himself and took my hands to shift them toward his groin. “Do you want my cock in your sweet mouth, Tak? Because I’ve been thinking about it all morning.”
“I can’t resist you, alpha. I don’t think I ever will be able to.”
I sat down on the bed. We were limited in our positions because of my belly, but taking my alpha into my mouth I could do.
“Take your pants off, alpha,” I breathed and watched as his eyes never left mine. His shirt came off first, giving me a grand view of his pecs and pinked nipples already hard. I heard the popping of his button and the slow grind of his zipper coming down. I took my eyes off his and watched as his dick swelled right in front of me.
“So bossy today and actually lately, now that I think about it.”
He moved closer and stroked himself while I licked my lips, getting myself ready for the full girth of him.
“Come closer, Chris,” I demanded, but my alpha wasn’t ready for me to just yet. He bent down and took my mouth with his. He kissed me in waves of strength and rocked his hips against mine in a raw rhythm. One by one, he took my sensitive nipples into his mouth and then gently bit down on the left one while he stroked my dick, still trapped in my pants. While his mouth teased my nipples even more, I reached between his legs to finger his hole and then play with his sac, tugging the weight of his balls, making him call my name.
“Now, omega mine.” He stood back up to full height and pushed his hips forward. I shucked my pants and boxers before starting, knowing that my alpha wouldn’t let this go at just a blow job. No, he got the job done every single time.
I took the length of him all at once as his hands dove into my hair and guided me back and forth, taking him in long slow movements as my hands moved behind him to cup his ass cheeks. His glutes tightened with each pump as he pushed down my throat so slow I almost came along with him.
My alpha liked me to take my time.
“I want to be inside you.” He huffed, and with a jerk, took his cock out of my mouth and stuck his hands out to help me up. “Lean over the dresser, mate. I want to watch us—together.”