“You guys?” Dale paused, blinking.
“There’s two of you.” Greg kissed him again, slipping his hand around Dale’s side, caressing his belly. Dale’s ears turned pink, and Greg kissed his cheeks, then his lips. “Remember?”
“Oh, gods, I love you,” Dale breathed, pulling him closer. “But I really am sorry about the car. You were so fond of it.”
Greg shrugged, scooping Dale into his arms. Dale curled his legs around Greg’s waist; he was heavy with child, and Greg wanted to look closer at him, see how much his body had changed in the last few months. “I’ll get something else. Something that can fit a car seat.”
A huge grin spread across Dale’s face. “Why haven’t you proposed already?”
Greg laughed, another weight rolling off his chest. “I don’t have a ring! I didn’t—didn’t expect you’d say yes today. Give me some time.”
Dale smiled, his eyes glowing with warmth. Greg’s heart swelled. Gods, he loved Dale, and now that he had Dale in his arms, he didn’t want to let his omega go.
Gently, he deposited Dale on the king-sized bed. The sheets were silky beneath them, ivory in the lamplight, and Dale stretched his arms up, squirming on the mattress like a languid cat. “Mm, this is nice.”
It was a nice room, too—a brick-facade fireplace faced the bed, life-like logs behind the grate. Polished bedside tables stood on either side of the headboard, their legs curved elegantly, the knobs on their drawers gilded. They’d found the hotel after searching around—June had recommended it, looking on in horror when Dale told her about the crash.
“Anything’s nicer than those reporters,” Greg said.
“I was surprised you told them who you were.” Dale sobered, his forehead crinkling. “It may be county news, but your dad may still catch wind of it.”
“Yeah, but you heard what I said. ‘My dad’s always told me that my omega is the most important.’ That isn’t gonna bring the college’s rep down. You’re not even working there anymore.”
Dale chuckled wryly. When Greg had first mentioned it to the Cambria Weekly’s journalist, Dale had stared, his eyes almost falling out of his head. “And now the entire county knows we’re alpha and omega.”
Greg leaned in, kissing his omega again, his abdomen bumping into Dale’s belly. “Yeah. He can’t threaten the childcare center now, or it’ll make even bigger news.”
“I guess.”
By stretching, Dale had pulled his shirt up, thin cotton hiking up to reveal pale skin. A line of fine hair dusted his abdomen, leading down past his waistband. Greg sat back, sliding his shirt up past his belly, dragging his fingertips over supple skin.
“Gods, I haven’t touched you in so long,” he murmured, pulling Dale closer, wedging Dale’s hips against his own. “You look so fantastic.”
Dale chuckled, squirming, pushing his hips up, his legs spread wide around Greg’s waist. “Are you only going to look?”
“Maybe.” Greg met his eyes, hungry, and Dale shivered.
Slowly, Greg tugged off Dale’s shoes, then his socks. Then he undid Dale’s belt and pants, pulling those off, too, leaving him in his briefs, and the white lace shirt.
“I really like the shirt,” Dale murmured, half-hard behind his briefs. “June and I searched online for a bit, but most of the pregnancy wear is boring. Then it turned out that Cher knew someone who could sew. We did measurements—aah!”
Greg slipped his fingers out of Dale’s briefs, grinning. “You were saying?”
“I, uh. What was I saying?” Dale’s pupils had dilated. He rocked his hips up, his hard cock straining against thin cotton. Greg had slipped his finger beneath Dale’s foreskin, circled his tip, and just like that, Dale had gotten distracted.
“The shirt.” Greg slid his hands up Dale’s thighs, squeezing his muscles. Then he eased his thumbs under the elastic of Dale’s briefs, pressing them against Dale’s cheeks. The movement spread Dale open, exposing his hole, and musk rolled through the air between them, sharp and heady.
Greg’s pants grew tight. Dale wanted him. After so long apart, his omega desired him, and it sent relief and desire flooding through his veins.
“The... the shirt.” Dale’s nipples had peaked, little points on white fabric. Greg leaned in, kissing them through the weave. Then he licked over them, biting them lightly, and Dale gasped, his spine arching, his hand curling around Greg’s, nudging him toward his cock. Greg drew his fingers away.
Dale whined. “Touch me.”
“Tell me about the shirt, and I’ll touch you.” To encourage him, Greg rubbed the tip of Dale’s cock through his briefs, squeezing its blunt head, following the rest of his hard shaft down to his balls. “Or do you want me to fuck you, too?”
Dale sucked in a sharp breath, his hands reaching down, slipping between Greg’s thighs and his own. Then he spread his ass again, leaving himself open. It was an invite, one Greg could barely resist. Greg growled.
“You know you want to be inside,” Dale whispered. “You haven’t knotted in me for so long.”
Greg moaned, grinding his own cock against Dale’s ass, letting him feel the thickness of it.
He remembered the tight heat of Dale’s body, the way Dale had stretched around him. “I haven’t even seen all of you.”
“You can see me later,” Dale said. “Fuck me first.”
“No,” Greg whispered, reaching for Dale’s shirt. He popped the lowest button, following the trail up Dale’s chest, rubbing Dale’s sternum with his knuckles. Dale squirmed beneath him, and Greg caressed his nipples, tweaking them.
Dale’s breath rushed out. He thrust his hips up, and Greg slid his briefs off halfway, exposing the damp of his hole. Then he grabbed Dale’s pants, crumpled part of it into a ball, and wedged it up his ass, right against his sensitive hole.
Dale gasped, trembling. The pants held him open, and Greg knew Dale would feel the cloth spreading his cheeks. His cock slipped out of his briefs, its tip dusky red, slippery with precum. He was so hungry, and Greg could hardly stop caressing his hipbones, his
