Page 42 of Dream Mates (Into The Parallel Omegaverse #2)
Chapter Twenty-Six
Grace
I t was dark as we drove down a road, but the cute Cape Cod-Esque houses were lit up. Wes had brought me to Seaside! My heart was near bursting that he remembered how much I loved his stories about his visits.
“Thank you for bringing me.” I could smell and hear the ocean.
“I’m loving this. Tomorrow we can go to town and get fudge and look at candles and buy silly things.
” He grinned. “Oh, this brings back memories. We’d come here other times when I was younger, too, not just in the summer.
But the summer visits were my favorite. My grandparents had their hands full with us.
It was nice, because I’d been really close to some of them, especially the ones I’d been in a pack with before the divorce. ”
“So, packs can be a bunch of families together, not just one family like us?” The sky was full of twinkling stars, and the moon rose in the sky.
“Yeah. In some places it’s very common. Especially in areas where there’s not as many alphas and families band together for protection.
That pack, my uncle’s pack, was more for the sharing of child care and being able to afford high housing prices by pooling together and getting a condo complex.
It’s how a lot of working-class people survive.
All-beta packs were legalized during the big depression for that very reason,” he answered.
“That makes sense. At first I wasn’t sure if you all were rich or if it was because you had five employed adults living together.” I laughed.
“As you can see, it’s a little of both. Life can be better with several working adults even if you’re not rich.
Multi-generational packs are a thing, too.
Take Jett’s family. Their pack is full of families, they don’t all live together but they live close together, and sometimes have multiple generations in one house, and are all a pack overseen not by a head alpha, but an omega matriarch,” he explained.
Oooh. “I love that.”
“I’m sure you’ll get to meet them.” Wes pulled into the driveway of a cute little cottage. “Here we are.”
He parked and helped me out. We got our things and went inside. It looked exactly how I pictured a grandmother’s seaside cottage to look–including a beach glass mosaic in the bathroom and framed seashells.
We put our bags in the cute and cozy bedroom that had a very big bed.
“This was one of the rooms grown-ups got to stay in. We stayed in bunk beds upstairs,” he told me.
“We’re on the beach?” I looked out the sliding glass doors. There was a deck and possibly waves.
“Yes. We can go for a morning walk then have breakfast on the deck. Grandma had the kitchen stocked for us. Come on.” He took my hand. “There’s a fire pit and I got marshmallows.”
“I’m so happy you’re having fun. Miss you. Love you,” Evan told us as we video chatted with him.
“I miss you, too,” I replied. Wes and I sat on the back porch of the beach cottage, the fire pit going.
“We should start meeting with wedding coordinators,” Evan added. “I’d love you to help pick one. They’re all ones I’ve worked with through the Omega Center with my clients.”
“Wedding planner? Aren’t we fancy?” Though it seemed like a good idea.
“We are. It helps take some of the stress off. They’ll also have vetted and trusted vendors, but I know a lot of those, too. And obviously, Wes, you can have as much input as you want. Anyhow, I’ll send you their websites. Love you, good night.” Evan ended the call.
Wes snuggled into me as we sat on the lounge chair. We’d roasted our marshmallows, our beers almost done.
My phone beeped with links, and I clicked a few of them. “Wow.”
Wes leaned over my shoulder. “Hey, don’t let Evan force you into a wedding you don’t want. This is all our wedding, and everyone gets a say, okay.”
“Okay. You do want to marry us, right? I mean it’s okay if you don’t but…
I mean, I want to marry Evan. I love all the beautiful ideas.
We also talked about our wedding, but it doesn’t seem like it’s as big of a thing here and…
” I frowned. Everything wedding-talk oriented had been Evan driven, which wasn’t a bad thing.
But if weddings weren’t a thing with people already bonded I didn’t want to push him.
Wes kissed me, sending reassurance through the bond.
“Peaches, I want to marry you. And if you want your own wedding with me, separate from you and Evan, we can do that. We can have a flower arch and a photo booth and everything either way. I want us to have a wedding as magical as we used to talk about. It is a thing here, okay.”
“Okay.” I snuggled back into him. “I don’t mind it being the three of us. I just wanted to make sure you wanted to be there and weren’t just going along with it.”
“I’m here for it. I’ll go with you to try cake, choose the flowers, whatever you want. But you can leave me behind, too. Just as long as I get input on the band and candy bar and can pick the whiskey for the fountain.” He peppered kisses along my jaw in reassurance.
“That sounds good to me. We absolutely need a photo booth.” I grinned.
“I want to marry you, Grace Cassidy Ellington. He might want to wait a year, but the two of us can get married whenever you want, wherever you want.” Wes kissed me again.
“Good.” That made me feel better. Though I wasn’t sure I needed to marry him sooner.
“I love this. You sat out here every night, didn't you?” I gazed out at the ocean, a couple of boats winking at us.
“Usually.” He nodded. “Often we’d play flashlight tag while my grandparents sat on the porch. Or I might do some night fishing with my grandpa.”
“I can’t wait to go whale watching. And swimming.” My shoulders shimmied.
“When you’re with Spence, the ocean will be warmer. You’re probably staying somewhere beachside and fancy. Maybe he’ll rent you a cabana.” He laughed.
I stroked his hair. “You’re okay with it?”
He nodded. “As much as I want you all to myself, please spend more time with Spencer. He’s a good travel buddy and you can bring him with you when you start speaking at shit.
I mean I will go anywhere you want me to, but I don’t even like going to conferences for my own sector. But you… the things you’ll do…”
“Thank you for believing in me. I’d love to speak at colleges and encourage people to go after their dreams.” I kissed his temple.
“I love that.” He kissed me back, his hand running up my back making heat build inside me.
We finished our beers, and he cleaned up, while I lazily laid on the lounger enjoying the beachy air and the fire.
“Oh, um, Grandma found one of my sketchbooks.” Wes sat down with me. “Look at you.”
“Awww.” I drew my finger down the picture of me. It looked like a precursor to the one that won an award.
I flipped through it as he finished cleaning up. He came back out and turned off the fire pit.
“Bedtime.” Wes scooped me up in a princess carry, sketchbook and all.
“Mmmm, don’t need to ask me twice.” I buried my face in his shirt.
As nice as this was, I wouldn’t mind making use of that big bed. Though we should probably shower first.
Like he knew what I was thinking, he brought me straight into the bathroom, putting the sketchbook on the dresser. While the bathroom lacked a tub, it had a nice, big shower with several shower heads. A shelf held very beautiful bottles of soap, shampoo, and conditioner.
Wes turned on the water. Slowly, he undressed me.
“In you go.” Picking me up, he placed me under the warm spray.
The water was perfect, but instead of raising my face to it, I watched Wes undress. Mmmm, those abs. The infinity heart tattoo on his chest. The military tattoo on the shoulder I always liked to bite.
His tight ass.
That cock. By its state, it was happy to see me.
“Gimmie.” I made grabby hands.
“Yeah.” He grinned, revealing his dimples, as he climbed in and pulled me to him.
“Yeah.” I looked up at him.
“All of me or just my cock?” Wes laughed.
I pulled him down to me and kissed him long and deep. “I love every inch of you, Boo-Bear.”
Wes pushed me up against the shower wall, adjusting one of the shower heads so I wouldn’t get cold. His body pressed into mine. “You mean that?”
“You know I do.” I sighed as he slipped his hard cock into me, his clean laundry scent permeating the shower.
“I know. Because I can feel it right here.” He put my hand on his heart, the other hand toying with my clit as he thrust in and out of me. “I feel you so much more now. I love you so much.”
Love and devotion flooded me as my body exploded. I sent all my adoration back to the man I loved until the end of the universe.