Ian had been expecting it, but it still made him want to growl.
Someone moved at the couch. On instinct, Ian stepped closer to Brad, curving his fingers into the crook of Brad’s arm. Mine.
The babysitter was a younger omega, bookish with thick glasses. He leaped to his feet when he saw them.
“Hey, Levi,” Brad said, waving. “Thanks for watching Gwen. I found her other dad—this is Ian.”
Levi waved back awkwardly. “Hi, Brad. Hi, Ian. Nice to meet you.”
“Hi,” Ian said. He couldn’t help wondering if Levi was still in college, if this was just a side gig for him. Despite everything he and Brad had discussed, he did still feel old in front of someone so young. Felt as though the years had slipped away from him, somehow.
“We’ll see you later,” Brad said. “Give us a couple hours.”
“Yes, sir.” Levi pushed his glasses up his nose, and Brad tugged Ian into the bedroom, locking the door.
“Two hours?” Ian murmured, his heart pattering when Brad rounded on him, those honey-brown eyes dark and intent.
“Need some time to fuck you properly,” Brad growled, shoving Ian lightly against the door.
Ian’s back thumped against wood. He gasped, only too aware of Brad stepping closer, his hips bumping against the swell of Ian’s belly.
Brad curled his fingers into Ian’s hair, hauling Ian forward.
Then he kissed Ian on the lips, sliding into his mouth, and there was nothing slow about the way he tasted Ian, tugging Ian’s shirt out of his pants.
Ian’s blood surged south. “Brad—”
“’Slong as you don’t wake Gwen,” Brad said into his mouth, his lips hungry, his hands stroking up Ian’s bare belly. “But I don’t care if Levi hears you scream.”
“Gods.” Ian’s face scorched. “He doesn’t look old enough to—to hear that.”
“He’s old enough.” Brad swept his hands up Ian’s sides, thumbing Ian’s nipples so they hardened. Pleasure whispered through Ian’s veins. “He’s kinda awkward, but he’s a good kid.”
Ian laughed. “Kid? You’re not even thirty.”
Brad huffed, his breath hot on Ian’s cheek. “You know, I think I kinda grew up the moment I found out about Gwen. That first day. Christmas.”
Ian blinked. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Brad said. “I decided I was sticking with you no matter what. Still the best decision ever.” He kissed along Ian’s jaw, his teeth sharp points on Ian’s skin. Then he kissed Ian’s neck, and Ian’s breath hitched.
Christmas was such a long time ago. Ian remembered Brad’s anger from then, his flashing eyes.
“You were mad at me for hiding Gwen,” Ian mumbled, his stomach twisting. “Are you still angry with me?”
Brad huffed, nuzzling Ian’s ear. “You think? I’m here. I don’t care about the past, Ian. I’ve forgiven you for that already.”
“Oh,” Ian said.
Brad kissed his jaw, stroking his wrist down Ian’s arm.
“I do feel old, you know,” Ian mumbled.
Brad paused in his nibbling, leaning back to gaze into Ian’s eyes. “I know how to make you forget about the age thing. You know that.”
It involved having Brad pressed up against him, Brad spreading him open, dragging his thick, hot cock down Ian’s skin.
Ian gulped, his pants growing tight. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly. He could already imagine them tangled on the bed, Brad’s cock pushing against his hole, demanding. “Maybe I need to—to forget for a bit more.”
“Challenge accepted,” Brad growled, tugging Ian’s pants open.
Ian gasped, and Brad shoved his fingers into Ian’s briefs, his hot skin burning down Ian’s cock. Brad yanked Ian’s pants closer, dragging Ian forward by his hips so Ian’s spine arched.
Instead of kissing him, Brad stared at Ian, his gaze raking down Ian’s skin. “Gods, you look so damn good.”
Ian shivered, his cock growing so hard it ached. He couldn’t see it, though—at six months, his belly hid his cock, and it strained against Brad’s knuckles.
“Missed me, did you?” Brad curled his fingers around Ian’s cock, his calluses lighting up Ian’s nerves.
“Maybe,” Ian moaned, scrabbling against the solid wall of Brad’s pecs. “Brad—”
“Yeah, say that again.”
Brad smiled, slow and dark, and Ian’s breath shuddered out of him. He’d been dreaming about this for weeks. Just having his alpha touch him, having Brad mark him all over.
His cock jerked against Brad’s palm, and Brad’s smirk grew.
“What do you want?” Brad whispered, dragging his fingertips up Ian’s cock.
Ian groaned, shoving his hips at his alpha. “You.”
“You need to be more specific,” Brad murmured, leaning in to kiss Ian’s jaw. “You know, you have a Ph.D. and all.”
Then he dragged Ian’s foreskin down his cock, and the slow friction made Ian’s hunger intensify.
“Can’t think,” Ian gasped.
“Very nice.” Brad smiled, trailing his fingertips down to Ian’s sac, stroking lightly over it. “You’re always so hungry for me.”
And Brad released Ian. He splayed his hand across Ian’s belly, dragging it up to Ian’s chest, right over his heart.
Ian whined. “Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
Brad could feel Ian’s pulse. He knew how much Ian wanted him, how much Ian craved him being inside, and this was torture, just having Brad stroke his body.
Ian squirmed. “Brad, please.”
“Gonna make you beg,” Brad murmured, kissing Ian’s ear.
Ian’s hole squeezed. “That—That might be too loud.”
Brad grinned wider. “Yeah, it’ll be. I’m gonna bend you over, and you’re gonna have to ask for my cock. Every inch of it.”
It would show Brad how desperate Ian was. And Ian knew he’d do anything to have Brad buried all the way inside him, Brad’s cock marking him inside and out.
“Yeah,” Ian croaked, his throat growing dry. “I’ll beg.”
Brad growled, his eyes gleaming. “I love you,” he whispered, and it went right down to Ian’s cock, made him so hard it hurt.
“Need more,” Ian gasped.
“Patience, young grasshopper.” Brad grinned, and Ian choked down his disbelieving laugh.
“You’re really saying that. To me.”
“Of course. You’re damn impatient.”
Brad slid his palms up Ian’s chest. Touched Ian’s nipples, pinching them through his shirt. Ian gasped at the pain and pleasure, goosebumps rising on his skin.
“Can’t believe I have you again,” Brad whispered, kissing down Ian’s throat. Then he paused at the scent gland on Ian’s
