Page 51 of An Alpha’s Guide to Finding the One

My chin is gripped tightly, my face turned to the two very hard cocks in front of my face. “Open up, kitten.” Lucky orders fervently. “If you wanna see what we taste like together.”

Wyatt whimpers when I stick out my tongue, resting the head of his cock on it as he strokes himself quickly. “Gonna come,” he pants.

Lucky’s strokes are much slower, but he’s biting down on his lip and staring at my mouth. “Same,” he mutters.

It isn’t more than a few seconds of watching them before Wyatt groans, his pulsing cock releasing a flood of cum onto my tongue. Lucky curses at the sight, immediately following. His flavor mixes with Wyatt’s in my mouth and my eyes roll back, a mini orgasm making my body shake. I leave my tongue out for a few seconds to really drive the visual home for them before swallowing with a moan. They taste like a peppermint hot chocolate together and it might be my new favorite flavor. “That good, huh?” Lucky teases. Though it loses some of its effectiveness when his chest is heaving and sweat is dripping down his chest.

I swipe a drop off my lips and suck my thumb, exaggerating a moan. “Better.” I say with a wink.

My body finally gives out and I collapse next to Lawson on my side, belly resting partially on his abdomen. “Is anybody else really freaking tired now?”

They laugh, piling onto the bed around us. Lucky and Wyatt end up half on top of each other, but I’ve seen them snuggle on multiple occasions so I doubt they mind too much. “Of course you’re tired, angel. You are growing two humans and managed to tire out four grown alphas. It’s a miracle you’re conscious.”

I nod, nuzzling my face into his neck to soak up his gingerbread scent. The molasses is shining through super strong after our sexcapades and it’s doing wild things to my system. “I can only imagine how much worse it will be when the babies are actually here. You won’t be able to take much time off work and the ball boys can’t miss that much of the season. And Rhys is so in demand his books are blocked off for the next six months.”

“Oh, that’s not for clients.” Rhys informs me. I turn my head as far as I can to give him a questioning look, and he smiles indulgently. “While I was at the expo I rearranged my schedule so I could take six months off to be with you and the babies.”

My jaw drops and I struggle to sit up, but my center of gravity is all wonky, so I end up collapsing back onto Lawson with a huff. “What the hell do you mean you took six months off?” I ask incredulously.

Rhys just shrugs, like it’s no big deal to miss half a year’s income. But then I realize it isn’t. None of them have to work, but they love it. That includes my moody artist. “I’ll work on my art in the home studio while I’m off if that makes you feel better.”

It actually does. “We’re taking some time off, too.” Lucky says, pointing between himself and Wyatt, who smiles happily. “I got the okay from my professors to work from home for a month so I can be with you and the babies. We’re working on coach, but the season is over anyway, and because we’re graduating this year there’s no reason for us to attend the yearly summer session.”

Lawson sighs, carding his hand through my hair. “I can take a little time off, but we’re just now hiring a couple of new deputies and until they’re fully trained it wouldn’t be okay for me to take too much time off.”

I place a kiss on his chest. “I understand. I would have been okay with them by myself, too, you know. You didn’t all have to take time off.”

Lucky shakes his head with an indulgent grin. “Haven’t you realized by now, little mama? Wherever you three are is where we want to be.”

“I swear to god, Posey. If these babies get any bigger I think I am actually going to explode.” I complain. She wanted me to come with her to welcome her sister in law to campus so we’re sitting on the same bench we sat on all those months ago just after I found the guys, and it feels strangely full-circle.

Though the full feeling could just be from the two giant babies taking up residence in my uterus, but I digress.

Paxton and Parker’s younger sister Storie was accepted to Harbor U on early admission, meaning she will be here for most of the Spring term rather than waiting until next fall, and Posey is thrilled to have another girl join our little ragtag group. We don’t really have a shot in hell at balancing all the testosterone, but another friend is always welcome.

Posey laughs, craning her neck toward the parking lot. “I know, honey. But you made it to thirty-four weeks despite everything you’ve been through and that’s huge! Anything after this week is just a bonus.” She looks down at her own flat stomach with a frown. “I want one.”

I choke on a laugh, grimacing at the resulting bolt of lightning in my crotch. “I thought you all had decided to wait until after graduation?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, but I was the one that made that decision. The guys have said on no less than a dozen occasions they’re ready when I am. I think Jude is probably the most excited by the prospect since your dad met his scent match and has been recovering so well.”

Something I learned this year was that Jude’s dad, and the only real dad I have left, had severe Alpha Rabidity when he left my mom, and a few months ago he was in the final stages before meeting his scent match, a male omega nurse at his care facility. It’s been a long, slow process but he’s finally starting to get back to normal and the prospect of my children having a grandfather around, and me having my dad back, has been as exciting as it is terrifying.

“Oh my god, she’s here! She’s here!” Posey’s shriek echoes across the quad, and a girl with a half black, half white bob whips her head towards us. Her bright smile lights up her face, and I instantly see the resemblance to her older brothers. The only real difference is the large white spot on her forehead.

“Posey girl!”

My best friend beams, scooping the tiny omega into a hug. Posey is only five-foot-two, but she still has a few inches on Storie. She’s like a precious fairy, if that fairy had a preppy-grunge chic style. Now that she’s closer, I can see one of her eyebrows and the eyelashes on that same eye are white like her hair. It lends to the gothic fairy vibe she has going on. “Storie, this is my very best friend Lainey, and in case you’re blind, those are my future tiny best friends she’s carrying.”

Storie cackles, loud and uninhibited. “Oh trust me, I know. Parker has sent me approximately ten-thousand texts asking about how to subtly convince you to have one of your own.”

Posey’s blue eyes get that far away quality I know all too well, so I turn to her sister in law with a semi-pained smile. “It’s so nice to meet you, Storie. I would get up and hug you, but I’m honestly not sure I can.”

She laughs again but leans down to wrap me in a surprisingly strong hug, surrounding me a scent that’s part fruity, part earth after rain. I know there’s a word for it, but I can barely think through the pain in my back. “Posey never stops talking about you. And I’ll be honest, it’s really nice to come to a new place already having some built in girlfriends. Also, if you ever need a babysitter, I’m your gal. I love kids.”

I bite my lip to keep the tears at bay. My hormones have only gotten crazier as the months have gone by, and I cry at the drop of a hat these days. “Don’t tempt me,” I warn. “After about eight months of carrying these little hellions mama is tired and looking forward to being my own person again. Though the six cinnamon rolls I had last night might be contributing to my misery today.”

They giggle like I’m joking, though I most certainly am not. These babies may come out part cinnamon roll at this point. Posey turns to Storie, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Okay I know you probably want to get settled in, but first things first, our inaugural girls brunch at Sugar & Spice. The first weekly brunch of many, and possibly the last before we have two more girls to add to the group.”