Page 127 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Thirty-Six

Melody

“Someone in the police department doesn’t know how to keep confidentiality,” Nik growls, glaring at the reporters.

It’s not paparazzi like it was in Virginia. This is several small news station camera crews.

“I’m so sorry.” I shake my head. “I honestly don’t know what else to say.”

“You’ve got to stop apologizing.” He pulls me into his lap, nuzzling his cheek to mine.

“You may not want to break any laws,” Carver says, starting the SUV. “They’re still pointing those cameras this way.”

Nik holds up a hand, flipping them off while his other wraps around the back of my head. He brings his mouth to mine, and all thoughts bleed away as he kisses the hell out of me.

“I shouldn’t have let my temper get the better of me,” he says, frowning against my cheek. “I probably didn’t leave the best impression when meeting my mother-in-law.”

I snort. “I think you could’ve had exemplary behavior and it wouldn’t have made a difference.”

“You’re not angry with me?”

“God, no. I’m just ready to get back home.”

“Home?” Nik beams, his straight white teeth digging into his lower lip.

“Yeah, back to Virginia . . .” I give him a final kiss on the cheek before moving to buckle into the seat next to his.

“I fucking love hearing you call it that,” Nik says, lacing his fingers with mine. “Did I screw up the plans? I thought we were sticking around for another couple of days.”

“We’re giving Ben some time to come to terms with things, and we hired movers to pack up the rest of Mel’s belongings,” Miller says from the back row.

“And I figured out Mel’s pen name,” Oliver adds, spinning around in his seat with his nose in one of my paperbacks. He wiggles his eyebrows playfully. “This one is pure delicious filth. By the way, we’re totally trying the hot tub spit roast.”

“Wait, I thought all your books were single couples?” Nik asks, chuckling.

“It was my first book,” I say, trying not to blush. “I actually pulled that one down. The only place to read it is in paperback. I knew I should’ve burned that thing.”

Oliver’s eyes widen. He looks horrified as he clutches the book close to his chest. “She didn’t mean it.” He looks at me. “Don’t even joke about that kind of sacrilege.”

“Now I’m really interested,” Nik says, pulling our interlaced fingers over and cupping his cock. “It was a long night without you.”

I laugh.

“By the way, you make me really fucking happy, gorgeous,” Nik says, staring straight into my eyes. His sincerity radiates through the bond.

I whimper out a quick, “Me too,” and try not to burst into tears again like a total hormonal pregnant woman.

The flight home is easy enough, and luckily I’m not sick. However, I’m beat. I know the guys have something they want to show me, but it’s going to have to wait. I’m dead on my feet.

I don’t aim for the nest, which is unusual. Instead, I crawl up into the giant bed I’ve never slept in, and Nik curls himself around my back. His hand slides from my stomach down to my pussy. Normally, I’d be good to go, but exhaustion is kicking my ass.

“Listen, I already told Oliver that I’m good with getting frisky if I’m not awake—”

“Wait, what?” Nik interrupts, laughing.

“If you want to slip your dick inside me while I’m sleeping.

I’m totally fine with that. There are four of you and it’s kind of a lot of work now that I think about it,” I grumble, pulling his hand from my panties.

“Although I think I need to amend that to say, if you fuck me while I’m asleep then you better finish without waking me, otherwise, you might get an earful. I’m tired.”

“God, you’re cute.” Nik chuckles against the back of my head. “And for the record, I think I just unlocked a new kink.”

“You’re ridiculous, but I love you anyway.” I pat his hand that’s now carefully caressing my belly and promptly fall asleep.

The next morning Nik wakes me up with his cock already inside me. He’s done a fine job of getting my body fully on board, so I don’t complain even though I’m pretty sure I could have used an extra three or four days of sleep.

“Do you know that you told me you loved me last night?” Nik growls, thrusting even deeper.

“Yeah,” I whimper, clutching his hand that splays over my sternum.

“Did you mean that, gorgeous?”

“I did. Holy shit, Nik.” I thrash as he slides his hand down, pinching my clit.

“Fuck Mel, it’s all I thought about all night, but you knocked out immediately after saying it.” He scrapes his teeth over the shell of my ear. “I’ve never said this to a woman before, not romantically. I love you.”

I nod, slamming my hips back into his.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I know how to fuck you like I don’t, but just remember I really fucking do,” he growls, plowing into me from behind as we lie spooning.

“Okay, good, me too. But deeper or harder? Both please.”

Nik chuckles darkly. His breath fanning over my neck makes me shiver. He pounds into me like I’m his dirty little fuck toy, but he cradles me to him like I’m precious, all while sending jolts of his pleasure through the bond.

It’s ridiculously intense.

I come twice before he finally growls out his release, palming my stomach and raking his teeth over my shoulder. I gyrate my hips trying to milk every ounce of enjoyment from his orgasm.

He finally pulls out of me, but I’m not expecting him to grab my shoulder and roll me down until I’m lying on my back. His hand slides between my legs as he hovers over me. He grins into the kiss as his top half pins me to the mattress.

“Say it again, gorgeous,” he pleads, nipping at my lips.

“I love you, Nik,” I whisper, staring up into his light blueish-green eyes.

“I know you do. I can fucking feel it.” He laughs, twisting his thick fingers in and out of me. “Let’s see if I can make you scream while I finger fuck my cum back inside your tight little cunt.”

“Please,” I beg as he hits that magical spot inside me. He drives me to the edge with his hand while he teases my tits with his tongue, and he doesn’t stop until I coat him in a combination of his seed and my slick.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he growls. His cock is hard again, and it brushes my hip as he sits up, but he ignores it. He climbs out of bed and mutters a brief apology for waking me.

He makes it up to me by carrying me to the shower and pampering the hell out of me.

The guys meet us in the kitchen for breakfast. I’ve just finished a plate of sugary French toast with orange juice when I feel the same bizarre bubbling I’ve felt the last few days.

“Are you okay?” Oliver asks, leaning close to my ear. “Are you going to puke? I can’t decide what that feeling is, but if you need to pass gas, I’ll totally claim it was me.”

He tilts his head looking so serious that a ridiculously loud giggle bursts out as my head shakes against his shoulder.

Oliver just shrugs. “I know women are funny about stuff like that.”

“I really do love you,” I tell him, staring up at his deep blue eyes. “Like a fucking lot.”

“I love you, Mel.” He leans down to kiss me, and his glasses bump my cheek like they always do. “But I really want to know what that feeling was for next time so I don’t have to ask.”

“I think maybe that’s the baby moving.” I grab his hand, lifting my shirt and lowering my skirt before placing his fingers on my bare skin.

“Wow,” Oliver whispers as his eyes fall shut. “Okay, let me focus.”

I gently push his hand deeper where the light fluttering bounces against my skin.

“What’s up?” Miller asks, wiping at his mouth with a napkin.

“Shh,” Oliver hisses.

“You won’t be able to hear it,” I say with a laugh.

“The books are right—I can’t tell if that’s gas.” He grimaces. “I mean digestion, or possibly the baby moving around.”

“No fucking way,” Nik growls, tossing his fork down. “You think it’s the baby?”

I shrug. “I’ve been feeling this kind of light spasming or fluttering for a week or two now. It took me a while to really pay attention, though.”

“That’s awesome,” Carver says, sliding his hand over and gripping my free hand.

“Yeah, it really is.” I smile.

“Okay, so I need you to remember that apparently, I show love and affection through gifts,” Nik says, glancing at the door behind him and back to me.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s great.”

“Famous last words,” Oliver says under his breath.

“It’s all stuff you needed,” Carver says, leaning against the wall and looking like pure sex.

“Dick, way to ruin the surprise,” Nik growls, taking a step toward Carver. His frustration is clear in the bond, but mostly he’s nervous.

My head tilts up to study his face as I wrap my hand in his. “I promise to be extremely surprised even though I’ve been able to smell the fresh paint since we walked into the house.”

I give him a goofy smile, trying to lighten the mood and help relax him.

“Well shit.” Nik chuckles. “All right, gorgeous. Pretend to be amazed by my sneakiness.”

I laugh and let him guide me into the bedroom.

It’s the only other bedroom on the top floor that’s on this side of the house. There are four or five other bedrooms, but they’re on the opposite hallway.

My eyes widen as we step inside. The wall directly in front of us is the same cream color it started.

There are two wide windows, and between them is a glider with a footrest. The cloth is light gray and the wood is white.

On the left are two white dressers, and painted shapes of stars, moons, planets, and clouds line the wall.

They’re all very bubbly and could fit any decor, depending on what the ultrasound reveals.

The floor has a light gray rug that’s extremely thick and fluffy.

Immediately after walking in, the wall to the right has a tall five-drawer dresser and a wide changing table.

It’s white like the dressers, but the changing cushion is light gray.

The far wall is taken up with a beautiful sleigh crib, but it’s the wall behind it that draws my attention.

It has two cloud lamps that are lit up. They glow a warm yellow glow and match the celestial shapes that are on this wall too.

“Check this out,” Nik says, guiding me over to the closet. He yanks it open, and a sound of disbelief escapes my lips.

The entire top rack is stacked with boxes of diapers. They’re kind of arranged by size . . . I think. There are numbers on the boxes, a few with “N” for newborn, but the majority are size one, two, and three.

The shelves have baby blankets in neutral colors folded over tiny baby hangers, onesies, and so much more. The floor has several clear plastic dressers. They’re small, maybe three feet tall at most.

I step forward, pulling open one of the drawers, and it’s filled with bibs. The one under that is socks. The next dresser has a bunch of items it takes me a few seconds to recognize. There’s a hairbrush, baby nail clippers, several types of thermometers.

“Thank you,” I whisper, chucking myself at Nik.

“Aww, gorgeous. You’re very welcome,” he murmurs, kissing me deeply. “Consider this my preemptive apology for the fact that my moms are coming to visit in a few weeks.”

He gives a smile that might be considered a grimace, and I laugh against his shoulder.