Page 22 of Such a Tempting Omega (His Alpha Desires #7)

Hirsch

I was hot.

Not that kind of hot.

Okay, that kind too. I didn’t understand or want to understand how Liam worked all the time in this heat. It never stopped and yet, hovered in the air like waves of blasting sunlight. Unseasonal weather for sure, but that didn’t make it any cooler.

The night before, I’d slept with nothing on, smack in the middle of the bed, with three fans all pointed at me.

Liam said it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He would be wrong. I probably looked like a beached manatee.

The freezer at the big-box store had become my best friend. Liam would run around doing the shopping while I found a pallet and made myself comfortable in the company of the milk and butter. I got some looks but I also got high fives. Mostly, other pregnant people and older omegas.

They knew what I was going through.

Liam would come back with samples for me to try and treats in the cart. I had the best mate.

Dinner for tonight was in the slow cooker. Loaded baked potatoes. I found a social media post where someone made baked potatoes in one so you didn’t have to turn the oven on. Anything not to make this place heat up was a winner in my book.

“I’m home,” Liam announced just as I was dreaming of sour cream, cheese, bacon bits, and chives. Usually I waited until he got home to eat, but the smell of the potatoes was almost too good to resist.

“Perfect timing.” I opened the fridge and got out loads of toppings.

“Are those the baked potatoes you were talking about?” Liam took off his shoes and placed his keys in the bowl and his bag on the hook. I never had to pick up anything after him. Not that he would expect me to, but he took care of himself for the most part.

“They are. How was your day?”

My alpha came over and kissed me so hard and well that I dropped the bag of cheese and couldn’t give a care about it. His strong arms held me tightly against him as he moved his tongue with mine, making me want him even more than before, and that was saying something.

When he released me, it took a second to remember my name.

“It’s so much better now. I missed you today. How about we have dinner on the couch? Watch that movie you’ve been wanting to see? About the unicorns?”

“That sounds great, actually.”

“Good. You go get comfortable, and I’ll set everything up.”

I sighed. “I can help.”

He gave me that smile. The one that meant he was about to say something ultra sweet. “Hirsch, you are doing everything right now. You have a part of our family growing in your belly. That’s a lot. Now, let me spoil you a little. Go on.”

I walked away, pouting of course, when he swatted me on the backside.

He would continue that later, and I couldn’t wait.

“I almost forgot. I picked you up an apple spice cake on the way home.”

“Great!” I yelled back. “Now I can get fatter.”

“Hirsch, are you talking badly about my mate again? Or are you purposefully trying to get in trouble so I take you over my knee?”

I scrambled for words. This man made me think all kinds of things. “The second one,” I replied.

“Well, keep it up and I’ll spank you but give you no release. You are beautiful and yes, your body is changing, but that’s no reason for name-calling. Right?”

Growling, I nodded. “I know.”

“Let’s enjoy this meal you made and the movie. Then we’ll play.”