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“Me?” Rex lit up.
“Yes. For your finger, so we match.” Olson rubbed Rex’s ring finger, where an identical ring was supposed to go. “We found the receipt for the ring, you know. George’s parents. They gave it to me. I think the jewelers are still in business. We can go make a ring for you.”
Rex beamed, and it was the best sight in the world. “Marry. Mine.”
“We should probably tell our parents,” Olson said dryly. “They’ll all want to attend the wedding.”
“Mate?” Rex looked even more excited.
“Not during the wedding ceremony. Not in front of everyone,” Olson said dryly. “Mating is something we do without anyone else looking. At least, I prefer it that way.”
“Mate now,” Rex growled, pressing Olson against the bed as he buried his face against Olson’s neck. “Give baby. Mine, mine, mine.”
A soft laugh escaped Olson as he let Rex manhandle him, spreading him open and touching him in the very best places. “I doubt you can put a second child into me right now. But I’ll take what you’ll give, Rex. Anything at all.”
27
YOU SAW WHAT ON THE ULTRASOUND?!
Rex woke from a very realistic dream, achingly hard and panting.
In the dream, Olson had been smiling and wriggling his hips, prying his cheeks apart with his fingers to show Rex his tight pink hole.
He’d been begging Rex to put a third child inside him.
Were there already two? Rex didn’t know.
He couldn’t tell how bright it was outside because their bedroom had blackout curtains that kept out most of the light. Olson pulled a lot of late nights at the Wine Shack, so it made sense that he didn’t want to be woken by the sun.
Rex snuggled closer to Olson’s vague shape, carefully sliding his arm around Olson’s waist to bring their bodies back together. The closeness brought his cock between Olson’s cheeks, and the friction sent a jolt through his body.
He really needed to be inside Olson again. Olson had told him it was fine if they mated while he was sleeping.
Rex’s mouth went dry. If he was inside his omega right now, if he could breed Olson another time...
Precome dripped from his tip. He groaned softly and reached down to squeeze himself, but it was nothing like when Olson touched him.
He fitted his tip between Olson’s cheeks, dragging it up and down to smear his precome along Olson’s cleft. That made Olson smell like him, too. It made all his instincts rumble with pleasure. Especially when he slipped his fingers alongside his tip and found Olson’s entrance, rubbing it slowly and pressing against it, more and more firmly until Olson made a soft sound and his body yielded, taking Rex’s fingers into his hot tightness.
“Mine,” Rex groaned against his nape. He buried his fingers into Olson, all the way to his knuckles, looking for the spot that Olson loved.
He hooked his fingers against it, and a soft sound came out of his omega.
Rex throbbed. He needed his cock deep inside; he needed to pump his come deep into Olson’s body. Lock it in so it would take.
His balls ached with how much come they’d made.
Already, Olson’s body was responding. Olson’s hole fluttered around his fingers, completely wet. There was plenty of slick inside, more than enough for Rex’s cock.
“Pretty,” Rex whispered.
He could wake Olson up with his fingers alone. But Olson preferred Rex’s cock, and why let his mate settle for less when his cock had already given Olson several orgasms?
Rex pulled his fingers out and wiped them on himself, before fitting his tip against Olson’s leaking entrance, pressing it slowly in.
Olson opened easily. His wet heat sucked Rex deeper; Rex couldn’t help the snarl that left his lips.
He rolled them both over, Olson beneath him, and sank more of his cock into his omega. Olson was so tight inside. So hot.