Page 24 of His Pretty Omega (Sweet Alps Mates #7)

I moaned again, when he parted my cheeks and the head of his cock breached my slick hole. He held my hips roughly as he pulled me back onto his thick length, spreading and filling me.

“Fuck, yes!” I hissed, the slight burn amping up my desire.

“Hold on, love,” he commanded, and I braced my palms against the slick tiles.

Hot water cascaded over us, the air turning humid around us.

Alex held me by my hips, slamming me onto his cock again and again, hard and fast like I had demanded.

I was helpless to do anything beyond pant, keen, and wail, as my orgasm rushed over me.

He followed behind me a second later, holding me tightly against his rigid body, as his cock swelled inside me and I felt the hot rush of his cum filling me up.

He pulled out way too soon, before his knot could bind us together.

While I knew he had done it because we had people waiting on us, my hole ached at the emptiness.

His body was still wrapped around mine though, and my head fell back against his shoulder as we both worked to steady our breathing. His hands roamed over my belly, soothing. We both laughed softly when the baby kicked at his hand, likely woken up by our morning antics.

“Welcome home, Seth,” Alex whispered in my ear.

I smiled softly. Home.

“What in the ever-loving fuck is that?” I demanded, hands on my hips as I stared out the kitchen window into the backyard.

When we arrived at my apartment, Bennett had the moving party well in hand.

Within a few hours, everything had been loaded onto the moving truck, and even the stuff to be donated or tossed had been taken care of.

Now we were all back at Alex’s house–our house–everything unloaded and waiting to be unpacked.

“What’s happening out there?” Wade Sinclair demanded, coming up on my side to see what I was looking at.

“I do like to see a bunch of alphas doing our bidding,” Quinn Sinclair commented, flanking my other side.

Bennett took a spot next to Wade, all of us peeking outside at the activity going on .

“What are Alex and Asher whispering about?” Bennett wondered aloud, taking my attention from the two Sinclair alphas that were unboxing some kind of contraption in the yard.

So far they had unboxed several metal poles that were going to be…I had no clue what-so-fucking-ever.

Sure enough though, my mate and my boss had their heads together, both of them with their cell phones out, clearly up to something. As we watched, Alex called to Finn, and then the three of them were huddled together, heads shaking, and whispering conspiratorially.

“I’m afraid to ask,” I muttered, “but nothing good, I’m sure.”

Pointing as Quinn’s husband, Lachlan, joined his two brothers in whatever fuckery they were up to, I repeated. “What the fuck is that?”

Wade pushed up further on his tip toes so he could get a better look. After a moment, he declared, “Swing set.”

“Swing set?” I squeaked. “Not happening.”

Bennett shrugged, “Never too early, I guess.”

“The fuck it’s not.” I huffed. “Those things are nothing but stitches and broken bones. Ask me how I know.”

Quinn snickered, “Look, it’s got a baby swing. Rory and Patrick loved their baby swing.”

Rubbing a hand over my belly, I stared, horrified at the thought of putting my baby in that piece of plastic with leg holes. “They won’t even be able to hold their head up. ”

“But by next spring they will, and they’ll love it,” Gabe Carmichael, Asher’s alpha mate, sat down the two boxes he’d been carrying. I guess when you’re a Kodiak bear shifter carrying two boxes was nothing.

“Well, you might want to get out there and help them,” Quinn turned to look at our hulking friend over his shoulder.

“Lachlan can’t be trusted with directions like that.

Seth is already freaked out by the swing set, as it is.

We don’t want him worrying that the swing is going to come crashing to the ground with his child in it. ”

Looking at all our horrified expressions, he tacked on, “Ask me how I know. Thankfully, I still had a hold of Patrick when it started to come down and no one was hurt.”

“Realllyyy?” Wade drew the word out with many syllables and skepticism.

“Let me clarify; my child wasn’t hurt. Let’s just say I will forever have something to hold over Lach’s head until we die.”

“Jamie seems like he would be able to put it together though,” Wade observed. “I’d put my money on him over Brendan any day.”

“Anyone want to bet on which Sinclair brother can put a swing set together properly?” Quinn seemed ready to take our money.

“Not helping,” I muttered, eyes darting between the serious discussion that was going on over the swing set instructions, complete with a ton of pointing and shaking heads, and whatever fuckery was going on between my mate, boss, and doctor. Nothing good from either side, I was sure.

“It’s fine,” Bennett pointed. “Gabe will save the day. If the man can build a house and fix almost anything, surely he can put a swing set together without harm to a child.”

“Where’s Wyatt?” I asked, looking around at all the people filling our yard and house. “He’s a fucking genius. I would trust him putting it together.”

“He and Ryan ran to get the beer and pizzas,” Bennett told me. “I think they plan to all take advantage of no little ones for the day.”

My stomach rumbled, and I sighed happily. “Pizza. Yes, please.”

Wade snorted, wondering out loud, “How many alphas does it take to put one swing set together.”

“Seems like five,” Quinn counted out loud. “Lachlan, Jamie, Brendan, Becks, and Gabe.”

“Oh, now there are six,” Bennett said. “Shay’s joined in. I feel like between Shay and Gabe, it will be fine.”

“At least Alex is staying out of it, but seriously, I don’t know how I feel about whatever nonsense those three are up to.”

“They’re up to something for sure,” Bennett crossed his arms over his chest, staring at our boss .

“Yep, something shady is happening over there,” Wade agreed, “sus AF. I’ll try to get it out of Finn later. I have my ways to make that man talk.”

As we watched, the three men finally seemed to be done doing whatever they were doing, all grinning broadly at each other and putting their phones away. Definitely up to no good.

“Please, for the love of every Goddess out there,” I whispered to my friends, “do not, and I can’t repeat this enough, do not let them be planning a surprise baby shower. Just…no.”

“Don’t be silly,” Bennett scoffed, “I’ll be the one planning the baby shower, thank you very much. And unlike mine,” he gave me and Wade a pointed look, “this won’t be a surprise.”

Grinning broadly, I snarked, “You were soooo not happy when you walked into that.”

“He really wasn’t,” Wade laughed. “But he got over it. And so will you.”

Pointing my finger at him, I warned, “Don’t. I want to know when my shower is so I can look cute and fabulous.”

“That’s fair,” they all agreed.

We all turned as the front door opened and my mom called out, “Knock knock!”

Behind her trailed my entire family. My dad, my siblings and their mates. Regina’s belly was as round as mine, her dark hair in lovely braids all over her head .

Dad was looking around the living room with shrewd eyes, before he headed down the hallway to…do who the fuck knew what.

“Mom, Dad,” my voice rose so he could hear me wherever he had wandered off to. “What are you doing here?”

Mom looked confused by my question, before she marched into the kitchen and started unloading the large, reusable grocery bag she had with her.

“It’s moving day, isn’t it?” Was it my imagination or did she sound a tiny bit annoyed with me?

“I made you and Alex a bunch of freezer meals. The instructions are on them all, so you have some quick, healthy meals and don’t need to worry about cooking while you’re unpacking and getting settled.

Moving is so tiring, especially in your condition. ”

Kyle snorted, “We all know Seth doesn’t cook, Mom.”

“Alex cooks so I don’t need to.” I stuck my tongue out at Kyle, who just grinned and flipped me off.

Since my mom was busy loading up the freezer and couldn’t see us, I took the opportunity to flip the bird back at my brother. At the precise time that Alex’s family filled the doorway.

As soon as I saw the tiny, stout form of his grandmother, my hand flew down and I could feel my face heat up, hoping she hadn’t seen my wayward middle finger. She cackled, her brown eyes full of merriment, as she bustled into the kitchen with my mom.

Putting a bag on the counter, she pointed. “Tamales. Not spicy.”

Then she rattled off something in quick Spanish that I had no hope of even trying to follow.

“Let me just grab Alex,” I told the room, grabbing a package of tamales from the bag and quickly escaping to the backyard. Unwrapping the husk enough that I could take a bite, my eyes rolled back in my head at the delicious chicken and some mild spices mixed with the masa.

Alex came over, grinning broadly. “Where did you get that?”

Holding my bag behind my back, I swallowed. “Our families are here. Both of them. All of them. All. Of. Them. Your abuela brought me tamales.”

“Just for you?” He raised a brow, clearly suspicious of me and my tamales.

Nodding, I took another quick bite. “She very clearly, in English, said no spice. Meaning she made them just for me. She loves me.”

He laughed. “She does. Your family is here too?”

“Yeah. Your mom, dad, and a shit ton of other people I can’t remember the names of.

Like at least half of your cousins, maybe more.

And my mom is loading our freezer up with meals.

I’m not sure why, just being a mom, I guess.

Dad is checking every room for who the fuck knows what, and Kyle is being a smartass dick.

I don’t know what Gilly is doing, but Regina is here so that’s all I care about. ”

“Just for that I’m taking these,” Kyle rushed up behind me and swiped my bag of tamales from my hands.

“Give that back!” I growled, because honestly, my brother had two kids and should know better than to take food from a pregnant omega. He was just living on the edge of danger now.

Alex held up his hands. “If I know my abuela , there are plenty of tamales for everyone. Besides, pizza and beer will be here any minute. Ah, thanks for coming.”

Kyle snickered, “I like that you almost made that sound like a question. We would have been here sooner to help move, but we had some customers to take care of. Bunch of people having bbq’s and wanting to make sure their lawns are in top shape.

” Glancing around, he surveyed the backyard with a practiced eye. “Who does your lawn, Alex?”

“Uh,” Alex swiped his hands down his thighs, “I do. When I have the time. It’s not my favorite thing to do, and if I have a heavy caseload during the week, I put it off.”

Kyle nodded knowingly, like this wasn’t the first time he had heard something similar from a client. “We’ll add you to our weekly rotation.”

“Oh, ah, that would actually be great,” Alex told him.

“Kyle– ”

“You’re family, Seth,” my brother gave me a wink. “Even if you’re not part of the business, you still can get something from it. I always thought you were super brave by going to college and doing your own thing.” Kyle blushed, ducking his head. “I should have probably told you that sooner.”

Blinking, I blindly felt Alex take hold of my hand and squeeze it. Before my brain could sort out any kind of response, someone from inside the house yelled, “Pizza’s here!” and the moment was broken.

“I’m starving!” Kyle exclaimed, rushing back into the house, followed by all our friends who had been “helping” set up the swing set that my alpha had apparently bought without telling me. We’d be having a conversation about that later.

“He’s starving and he hasn’t done anything but low key diss our yard,” I muttered, as Alex’s arms pulled me close to his chest. “And steal my tamales.”

“Hey, I think I got free lawn care out of that, so feeding him is a small price to pay.” Alex smiled, but he was being serious. “Besides, the yard is always kind of a mess. And I will pay them. I’ll just be glad not to have to worry about it anymore.”

“Did he also give me a compliment?” I wondered skeptically, sure I had misheard my brother. “Or am I in some kind of weird, parallel universe? ”

“Nope, that happened too,” he verified. “Now, let’s go introduce our families to each other, and get some food. Then you and your friends can start unpacking boxes, while the rest of us alpha types get the furniture moved where you want it. And get the swing set put together.”

He steered me towards the house, and I looked back at the pile of random metal and plastic that was going to be a playset.

“Don’t think we won’t be talking about that danger trap you’ve purchased for our child,” I muttered, “because we will.”

Alex smacked his lips against mine, then brought my hand up and took a big bite of what was left of my tamale.

“Yes, mate. You can chastise me all you want later. In bed. Naked.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Me too.”