Page 23 of His Pretty Omega (Sweet Alps Mates #7)

Chapter Sixteen

Seth

The smell of coffee tickled my senses, and I blinked my eyes open sluggishly.

Work had been brutal the day before, with all manners of last minute, emergency sick kiddos to be seen.

It didn’t help that Monday was the Memorial Day holiday, and parents were trying to get the little ones seen before the office was closed for three days.

Not to mention, they didn’t want to have to deal with a sick kid when they wanted to enjoy sleeping in and grilling out.

There had been no way I could even sneak out an hour early, especially since we still hadn’t hired an additional nurse.

Bennett had been busy interviewing people, but he kept saying while qualified they were missing something.

Then he’d slyly added he was working on someone from the hospital and hoping to convince them to take the position.

After work, I arrived at my apartment to find my kitchen counter filled with the contents of my cabinets, all organized neatly into different piles.

The spare bedroom had truly been a sight I had marveled at, wide-eyed. Every package had been opened, the contents in stacks on the floor. Books, movies, kitchen gadgets, clothes, and then what Alex had dubbed, “Weird, random shit that I have no idea what it is.”

Some of the items had been gifts intended for my family for birthdays and holidays that had never made it that far.

I was amazed at the progress Alex had made.

He’d even already boxed some items up, like my knick knacks I kept on shelves on my bookcases.

I liked traveling, and always picked up a trinket here or there to remember the trip by.

The boxes were stacked in a corner, neatly marked in black marker what the contents were.

Alex had promptly handed me three sheets of circle stickers.

“Pink is keep, blue is donate, and red is trash,” he instructed me. “You start sticking those on, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

The speed with which he had solved what I had worked up in my mind as an insurmountable problem had amazed me. The way he just understood how my brain worked, had me stopping a few times to pinch myself. Just to make sure I wasn’t actually dreaming.

Goddess knew, he had stuck around longer than anyone I had ever dated before. But there had been a small part of me that had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. The thing that would send him out the door, with the often-heard phrase, “You’re just too much.”

But he hadn’t. He hadn’t yelled or berated me and said anything mean. He’d just accepted me, assured me he wasn’t going anywhere, and that was that.

The man was brilliant, and I had told him so with a quick blow job right in the middle of the mounds of junk. Then I’d hurried to stick the colored stickers on all the stuff. Instead of overthinking each decision, I went with my first instinct and got through the different piles rather quickly.

While I went about with my stickers, Alex ordered pizza and we ate it snuggled on the sofa, which had a pink sticker on one arm. We’d arrived home late, and had fallen into bed, both of us exhausted. Even now, I felt like I could sleep for another few hours.

Alex appeared in the doorway of the bedroom, balancing a mug of steaming coffee in each hand.

Sitting up in the king-size bed, I rubbed my hands through my sleep mussed hair, drinking in the sight of my alpha.

After our talk on Thursday, and my mini-freak out, a calmness that I had been missing settled over me .

For the first time, I truly believed that Alex was meant to be mine. That we somehow fit together, my jagged pieces aligning perfectly with his. For the first time, I believed the Goddess had gotten it right, that she did know what she was doing.

Yes, things had happened super quick for us, and yes it was basically like those insta-love books that Bennett loved, and I rolled my eyes at, but it felt true.

This was where I was meant to be. Alex was the alpha my soul had been searching for and waiting for all these years.

Carefully, Alex made his way over to my side of the bed, which gave me plenty of time to drink in the long, tightly muscled limbs covered in tanned skin.

His dark locks were loose and swayed over his shoulders with each step he took.

The loose white pajama pants he wore were bright against his skin, clinging to the bulge of his cock in the most delicious way.

My cougar purred beneath my skin, and my own cock woke up beneath the bunched sheets.

We had been so busy the past couple of weeks, other than the blow job last night, we hadn’t had time for much else.

Pregnancy zapped my strength, and I usually ended up falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Hopefully all that would change once we got the move behind us .

Alex carefully sat the mug down on the night table next to me, brushing his lips lightly over mine, before pulling back.

“Don’t look at me like that. We have too much to do today, and too many people getting ready to descend on us.”

Batting my eyes in a perfected slow blink, I asked, “Like what?”

Knowing full well that I was looking at him like a cat with a bowl of cream.

It wasn’t my fault he looked delicious in the mornings, his hair sleep-tousled, his chest bare, and those sleep pants clinging in just the right places.

This pregnancy might be exhausting, but I had also hit the I’m-exhausted-but-horny-as-fuck stage.

Alex pointed his finger at me when my tongue darted out to chase the kiss on my lips, doing a slow slide across my bottom lip.

“Like that! Don’t do that. And don’t give me your puppy dog eyes either. Don’t bat those lashes at me and blink those blue eyes like you’re Mr. Innocent. We do not have the time. Brat.”

Pouting, I reached for the mug of coffee, taking in a long sniff of the brew. The day my stomach had finally stopped turning itself inside out over the smell had been a glorious one. Still, I was only allowed one cup of caffeine a day, so I tried to enjoy it to the fullest.

Swallowing the luscious sip of dark roast, I asked, “What time is it?”

Alex glanced at the clock, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his hip bumping my thigh. “It’s almost nine.”

“What?!” I gulped down half my cup in one swallow. “We told everyone eight!”

Alex wasn’t dressed, I was barely awake, and he was acting as cool as a cucumber about it all.

Wrinkling my nose at him, I questioned, “Where is everyone? Oh Goddess! They’re not coming are they? They all cancelled. They found out I’ve done nothing beyond putting some stickers on shit, that there are boxes to still pack and nothing got moved yesterday, and they were like nope.”

Alex’s lips twitched, the small action nearly obscured by his beard and mustache. “Do you really think our friends would do that?”

“I might, not gonna lie, if I was them. Though Bennett will at least show up, he’s used to sorting out my messes. He knows what he’s walking into. The rest of them? Not so much.”

Sometimes, and I would never admit this to anyone, I felt like I was a part of the group of omegas only because Bennett was their friend, and we were pretty much a package deal.

“I knew last night you needed some extra sleep, so I asked everyone to start at the apartment without us,” Alex explained. “Bennett told me he has a key, so it only took a few texts and he had everything handled for me.”

“That was really sweet of you,” I whispered, staring down into the dregs of my mug, because sometimes the things Alex made me feel overwhelmed me with too many feelings, especially lately. “I feel bad we aren’t there helping yet, though. I am the one moving.”

“And everyone knows you’re pregnant,” he countered. “We should probably get up and at it soon though. There are breakfast sandwiches in the kitchen for us, and I made a bunch to take to the apartment for people. We’ll ply them with pizza and beer later.”

“Please tell me there is bacon,” I moaned, feeling my stomach rumble with hunger. With my morning sickness passing, this baby always seemed hungry, especially in the mornings. It was like he or she had to make up for all the mornings I spent puking in the bathroom.

Alex stood, tossing me an indignant look, while holding his hand out to help me out of bed. He caressed the bump lovingly, before bending to place a sweet kiss on the tight skin, just above my belly button. “Of course there is. I know what my baby likes.”

“And your mate,” I chuckled, because bacon.

“I was talking about you.” He gave me a saucy wink. “There’s also sausage and ham.”

“Mmmm,” I hummed happily, as he tugged me into the bathroom behind him and started the water in the shower .

Holding me in a loose embrace, he brushed a lock of my hair out of my eyes, giving me a tender look. “I’m glad you’re officially moving in today, Seth.”

“Me too,” I told him honestly. “Even though we both know it’s just a formality. How much time do we have, do you think, before we need to be there?”

Alex gave me a wicked smile. “We have a few minutes.”

“Good.” Grasping his cock in my hand, I gave it a few good tugs, loving the weight of it in my hands. Alex’s breathing sped up, and small gasps of pleasure escaped his mouth as I stroked him.

Turning in his arms, I braced my arms against the shower wall, the water bouncing off my back. Sticking my ass out, I gave it a little wiggle. “It’s been much too long, Mr. Ortega.”

Sliding his slick body along my back, I shivered as his hard cock nudged between my cheeks. “Mmm, it has.”

Kisses brushed across my shoulders and neck, before his lips latched on just above my mating gland. He sucked tender skin between his lips, before scraping his teeth along the skin.

“Alex,” I moaned, pushing back against his hips, “while I usually adore foreplay, I’m going to need you to fuck me hard and fast. Like now.”

His hand smacked my wet ass cheek, and this time it was me that moaned, loud and long. “Bossy brat. ”