His Secret Billionaire Omega Page 18

  "Yes," he said breathlessly. "Let's go now."

  "Just let me get changed." I kissed him on the nose.

  Marcus pouted. "No one's going to be looking at our clothes, Killian."

  Mama came in and gave Marcus a hug and a congratulations as I called back, "I feel travel gross." I quickly switched into a nice button down and slacks.

  Marcus's eyes scanned me hungrily when I came out. "Well, now I need to get changed. I'm completely covered in dog hair. I won't have the justice of the peace thinking you're marrying a homeless werewolf."

  I had been counting on his sense of style to prompt him to dress up without me having to spoil the surprise, and he hadn't disappointed me. He didn't suspect anything until we stepped out of the house and he saw the limo was waiting.

  "Parker... you realize this isn't a fancy wedding, right?"

  I shrugged. "I know it's not the fanciest, but we should have some fancy, shouldn't we? I know we've been talking about a wedding at the house, and all kinds of decorations, and this isn't that. And it doesn't have to be. And we can totally have another wedding. But I want any wedding of ours to have a little fancy."

  There were tears in his eyes as he kissed my lips. "You're so sweet."

  And I wasn't even close to done yet.

  But the next step went as expected. We approached the justice of the peace, signed our papers, paid our fee, said "I do"—which even I didn't get through without one tear, and then when we stepped out of the courthouse, there were a couple of street musicians playing, just as planned. It had been Mama's idea, and Joe had known just the right people. The guitar and the violin played a melody I didn't know, something sweet and yearning, something that reminded me of summertime and first love and new beginnings. I held my hand out to Marcus and asked him to dance.

  I folded him in my arms and we swayed back and forth to the music. I had never considered myself a dancer, not like the people I'd seen at the clubs, but I liked this sweet, slow dance, Marcus tucked in tight, his hands around my neck. After they finished their song, Marcus gave them a tip and they wandered away, continuing to play.

  "What now?" I asked Marcus.

  He leaned in to me. "I kinda want to take you home and have married sex."

  That sounded amazing. But my plans hadn't quite wrapped up yet. "Mmm... that sounds like it will take energy, and I haven't eaten yet, I was so excited. Mind if we get some food first?"

  "Of course!" Marcus looked stricken. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be selfish."

  I nuzzled his neck. "I like it when you're selfish. Especially when it involves sex. But I do need some food."

  "Food first," Marcus agreed. "Then sex. Lots and lots of sex."

  I gave the limo driver the address of our next stop.

  "What are we doing h—" Marcus started as we pulled to a stop in front of Café Om. He turned to narrow his eyes at me. "Killian..."

  "Come on," I said, wanting him to experience the entirety of my surprise. I think the only reason he followed me without a word was that if he spoke, the tears in his eyes would have brimmed over.

  Inside, Mama, Coop, his old boss Abrar, some of his co-workers, Joe, and his brother Parker were waiting for us.

  "You guys," Marcus protested as they each came forward to wish us congratulations and embrace us. Parker had Miles and Ariana pulled up on a video chat on his phone, so they got to congratulate us too.

  We kept things simple, but there was cake, and there was bubbly apple juice. Marcus kept turning to me, whispering "thank you," but it was only as we were driving home that my final surprise arrived.

  My phone dinged with a message as Marcus leaned sleepily against me, too full of cake and apple juice, and I checked it. The photographer and videographer Joe had recommended had been everything I asked for. I had caught sight of them a couple times throughout the day, but no one else had commented on their presence. I opened the video. It was the rough cut, the email said, but that was all I needed right now.

  I handed the phone to Marcus and pressed play.

  There we were kissing outside of the car, and then getting in. And then at the courthouse. Dancing. Laughing with our friends. Toasting, clinking our glasses, stuffing cake into each other's mouths. They'd managed to catch so many moments that highlighted the love between us, our family and our friends.

  I could feel Marcus's body shaking as he cried yet again, and I didn't feel bad at all. I didn't mind making him cry, as long as it was tears of happiness, and Marcus was already prone to those before the pregnancy.

  "Did I do good?" I whispered in his hair.

  "So good," he said. "You get all the sex."

  I kissed the top of his head. Sex or no sex, all I had wanted was to make this day special, as long as I had achieved that, as long as Marcus knew how much he was loved, how much I loved him—that was all that mattered.

  46

  Marcus

  It was official: eloping was my best idea ever. Killian had managed to make it so much more than I could’ve dreamed, and I was known to dream big. When we finally left the cafe, my little surprise seemed so less spectacular.

  In my head, I’d see us just getting married and having all the married sex. I had officially hit the horny part of pregnancy, and getting married seemed like the best excuse in the world for taking full advantage of it, especially since it wouldn’t be long before my baby bump was going to turn into a sex obstacle course.

  “Where are we going?” I whined for the fifth or sixth time. The limo was driving away from the part of the city where most of the hotels seemed to congregate and my curiosity was killing me.

  “I have a wedding gift for you,” he said, his voice light and sunny. It must’ve been amazing if just the mere thought of it had him so giddy.

  “Marrying you was my gift.” Truer words were never spoken.

  “Then it is a ‘we are married’ gift. Do I need to blindfold you?” There was no bite to his threat.

  “Do you have one?” My cock, which had been sporting a semi since we said “I do” was now on full alert at the mere thought of what we could do with such a simple thing as a blindfold. “I can think of some pretty good uses for it.” And by some, I meant more than I could count. I wasn’t all about the kink, but something about giving Killian my complete trust did it for me.

  “You keep that up, and you will spoil your surprise because I will pull over to consummate our marriage right here.”

  Part of me wanted to press that idea; my hole was so desperate for him already.

  “Is that a no, you don’t have one?” I pressed.

  “That’s a no, wise ass.” He chortled as he turned down a familiar street. Darn man had tricked me, going some long assed back way to our new home.

  “Your wise ass.” I let my hand slide up his thigh. Now that I knew where we were going, the idea of car sex became less preferable to our new bedroom—especially since I hadn’t told him what I had done.

  “Mine,” he agreed. The possessiveness in his words and the deepening of his voice made me shiver.

  “Our house?” I feigned surprise as he entered the back drive, the one originally designed for “the help.”

  “That’s not the surprise.” He took my hand off of his thigh and brought it to his mouth for a laughing kiss.

  “I get to see the room!” I squeed as we pulled into our parking spot. I had been so tempted to look the last time I was at the house, but I knew it was important to him that it be a surprise for me that we shared together so I refrained—barely.

  “You get to see the room.”

  I’d had my suspicions that he was finishing the nursery for our sweet baby boy, but there were enough bedrooms here for a small army, which he had on more than one occasion mentioned, that I couldn’t be sure. As I opened the door and turned on the light, I stood there slack jawed. He had not only finished the room, furniture and all, but had completed a mural with all our fur babies on it as well, even Whisper, who I suspected was now Killian’s fa
vorite television companion.

  “What do you think?”

  “I think I am the luckiest man in the entire history of all human beings.” I threw myself at him, smothering his face with kisses. “Now married sex.”

  “Here? In the nursery?” he asked. Despite his tone, his cock willing—at least the part pressed against my belly seemed to suggest it was—but there was an eww factor to his voice. Not that I could blame him.

  “Probably not the best idea.” I pretended to be pensive, going to far as to scratch my chin. “I better show you my surprise.”

  “Your surprise?”

  “I had it done while you were gone because I was missing you.” My hand cupped his package so there could be no missing my innuendo before I took his hand, bringing him to our new bedroom.

  Once the contractor gave me the go ahead, I wasted no time completing the finished rooms with furnishings and such, the first being the bedroom. The four-poster bed I’d chosen was fitted with satin sheets, because satin, but the rest of the bed was dressed similar to ours at home. I knew he loved the hominess of a down comforter and mismatched pillow cases. I went so far as to get him multiple sized pillows, like he preferred.

  The furniture in the room all matched the bed frame. I normally liked to mix up styles, but I wanted this done right away and it was easier to let this room be the room where all things matched. It was still an odd mix—the homey bedding with the luxurious under coating, paired with the traditional furniture—but it worked.

  “Our first time as a married couple will be our first time in our new home.” I started working his buttons, needing him naked, even if it wasn’t quite yet time for the carnal fun.

  “You are so traditional.”

  I shrugged. He was right, in some ways I was, such as taking his last name. In others, however, like my wedding gift, I so was not.

  “I love it. I love you.”

  “And I love you.” I stood up on my tip toes, searing him with a kiss before alleviating him of his now unbuttoned shirt and pulling out his wedding gift from my murse—man purse, if you must. “Not so traditional.” I winked as I handed the gift bag to him.

  “What’s this?”

  “My wedding present.” I bit my lip to keep from drooling in anticipation.

  “You don’t need to give me a wedding present.”

  “I didn’t.” I began to unbutton my shirt. “This one is for me.”

  He pulled the tissue paper out, peering inside the bag. His eye bugged open before he dropped the paper and pulled out an over the top, glittery covered goodness that was his first pair of manties.

  “No.”

  “Yes. My belly is too big to enjoy them anymore without them being too big in other places. So you need to wear them in my stead.” They really needed to create a line of paternity manties. No guy who loves manties wants to get a pair so big they don’t snug the goods. What’s the point in that?

  “They have… sparkles.”

  “Yes, they do.” I unsnapped my pants, my shirt now hanging open. “Now, let’s take showers and you can don those smexy sparkly manties for me like a good husband.”

  “It the bathroom ready for use?”

  “Ready and stocked.”

  “You didn’t rest like I told you too.”

  Oh, he was not going down that road, it was sexy time and not worry about your omega time. I let my shirt and pants drop to the floor.

  “Pish, I one clicked most of this and arm chair managed the rest.” Which was mostly true.

  “Any other rooms done?”

  “The library and the laundry room. Those were the only ones one hundred percent complete.” I began to work his pants, knowing if I didn’t we were going to discuss the logistics of my entire surprise until our bodies needed the bed for sleep more than the sex.

  “Itching to move in?”

  “More than you know.” I gave his butt a pat. “Now off with you. We need to bathe and then get all dirty again.”

  “What if I want you in the shower?”

  As if we both weren’t ready to go before even getting to the bathroom.

  “Anticipation, baby. I want to see you in those manties.” If he was half as sexy in them in real life as he was in my imagination, I was going to come before he even got them off. It was a risk I was willing to take.

  We climbed in the shower, Killian washing my hair before allowing me to wash his. There was something about washing each other’s hair that did it for us. It made no sense, but there was no point questioning it. He then took to soaping me up, paying extra attention to my nipple rings in the way I loved. I had to break the bad news to him in the morning that they needed to come out. Maybe if I asked him to come with me to the piercer to have them removed. I’d never been able to switch them out myself, and with as tender as I was there right now, I wanted someone who knew what they were doing to help. And maybe while we were there, I could convince Killian to get his own piercing, a little lower. Nope, scratch that, those suckers required healing time, and I wasn’t ready to give his cock up for multiple weeks. Maybe that could be a new baby gift.

  “You are thinking dangerous thoughts.”

  “You have no idea.” I grabbed the soap from him and cleaned him from head to toe, paying special attention to his erection. It didn’t take long before I could no longer stand not having him in me in some way and I lowered myself to my knees, taking him into my mouth in one swallow, his groan only encouraging me.

  “I thought we were waiting until after the shower?” His voice cracked as I kept up my ministrations.

  “Change of plans,” I mumbled around his cock as I added my hand to his balls, rolling them the way I knew he loved. Only four bobs of my head later and he tried to communicate with me, but as a good omega giving a stellar blowjob should, I ignored him.

  His hand settled on my head and I waited for him to take over and fuck my mouth the way I loved, but instead he gently pulled my head back. Maybe married blowjobs equaled slow and steady in his mind. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to—” And then he popped my head off. So not slow and steady.

  “Hey, why did you stop me? I was having a snack,” I sassed as he held his hand out to me.

  “Stand up.” He pulled me up.

  “Bossy much?” I teased

  “You love it.” He kissed me deeply but far too briefly. “Now arms against the wall, legs spread wide, hips pushed out.” I obeyed his every command, knowing that huskiness in his voice meant he would be inside me soon. “Are you comfortable?”

  “No.” I may have stomped my foot the tiniest of bits. “I have a hole that needs filling.”

  “Husband.”

  I almost came at that one word.

  “I mean are you stable, I don’t need you slipping.”

  It was safe to say he had me at his mercy, and I loved being there.

  “Safety floor.” I pointed to the special tile he ordered to make sure no one ever slipped in the shower—meaning me. At the time, I had thought he was being over protective, but now I saw him for what he was—a genius. All the shower sex. “Now do me, hubby.”

  “Who’s in charge now?” He mimicked my tone as he slid two fingers in, my weeping hole sucking him deep, needing more, which I begged for unashamedly with my moans. “You want more?”

  “I want everything.”

  “And everything that I am is yours. Promise me you will let me know if you are off balance or if you are uncomfortable.”

  “Yes, alpha.” My ass jutted out, asking for his cock, which he gave me.

  Pumping slowly at first, he picked up speed as he determined that I was in fact not going to fall and die, my orgasm racing closer with each thrust. I nearly cried when he pulled out, the emptiness nearly unbearable when I was so close.

  “Bed,” he grunted.

  “What?”

  “We need to finish this on our bed so I can enjoy our first knotting as a married couple.”

  He turned the shower off before
drying us both quickly and taking us to bed.

  “Satin.”

  “Only the best for you, alpha.” I pulled him in for a kiss, taking his cock in my hand and guiding it to where I needed it. Whereas the first part of our lovemaking had been all need speed, this joining was slow and affectionate and as he pumped in and out of me, I was so overcome with love that tears started forming in my eyes. “See what you made me do? I love you so much.”

  “And I you.” He took my lips with his and didn’t give them back until we both went over the edge together, collapsing into a pile of sweaty stickiness, savoring our first knot as both mates and husbands.

  “You know this doesn’t get you out of the sparkly manties?” I teased as he pulled the covers over us.

  “Round two will have manties. But first we sleep.”

  He wrapped his arms around me, my head nestled into his chest as we both fell into slumber.

  47

  Killian

  "You don't think something is wrong, do you?" Marcus asked me for what seemed like the millionth time. And I answered the same way I had been answering each time he'd asked for the last three days. I was feeling just as anxious as he was, but it was my job as the alpha to be the calm one. Especially since I wasn't the one carrying the baby.

  "I think everything is perfectly normal. I mean, everyone says first babies normally come late." Yeah, everyone said that, but we'd both done our research. It was just as likely to be early as late, no matter what baby you were on. But this had become our rhythm.

  "Right. I'm just glad we were scheduled for a doctor's visit today."

  Me too. Me fucking too. We were on our way, both of us high with anticipation.

  The routine of the doctor's office didn't change even though tomorrow was Marcus's due date. They still had him leave his urine sample. Still weighed him in. Still had us sit and wait for the doctor.

  We held hands tightly, each seeking comfort from the other.