Cam

CAM

AS I FINISHED loading the last few things from dinner into the dishwasher, I wondered how I'd fallen into such a dreamy, comfy position in my life. Standing back up straight after closing it and switching it on, I looked over the bar into the living room where Ty and Karter were side-by-side on the couch, watching a cartoon about a team of rescue dogs. When Ty would point out something about the show, or proclaim his excitement about a plot development, Karter was always enthusiastic and attentive in his response. It was so cute I wanted to die.

I hadn't known what to expect when we'd moved in, but coming to live here was the best decision I'd ever made for us. Ty had adjusted flawlessly. He loved having Karter around, and the feeling was clearly mutual on that one. And Karter made it a point of telling me often how much he loved coming home to us, and how much better his life was for having us around all the time. It was more than I'd ever hoped for.

Wiping up the few drops of water I'd splashed around rinsing the dishes, I remembered it was time for me to take my pill. I opened up the cabinet to my right, pulling out the little monthly blister pack, popping the foil open with my thumb.

I yelped, nearly jumping out of my skin as a set of knocks louder than a police raid slammed against the front door. Fumbling the pill from my fingers, it clattered into the sink, circling the drain before hopping in like it was suicidal. Great. I pulled the blister pack out, lamenting how it would be one day off for the rest of the month. So annoying.

"It's okay," Karter assured Ty, who was looking in the direction of the door with a concerned look on his angelic little face. He gave Ty a comforting pat on the shoulder before hopping up and heading that way. On his way over, he muttered something out to me.

"I'm apologizing in advance. If I don't open it, she's just going to use the code to barge in anyway."

I stared after him, utterly confused. Who could he be talking about that would be so rude? I heard the door open, followed by the sound of a woman's voice.

"Nasty weather we're having! This umbrella was basically worthless, it's blowing sideways out there. Be a dear and fetch me a towel before I catch pneumonia, would you?"

"You know you don't need to try and break down my door every time you knock, Mother. My hearing is just fine."

Mother ? I choked on my spit, hurriedly shoving the blister pack of birth control pills back up into the cabinet and closing it. That would have been a wonderful first impression. Hi, I'm Cam, I need these because your son raws me on a very regular basis.

He led her from the little entrance area into the main area, where the living room and kitchen were connected. She looked straight at me, her eyebrows raising in obvious surprise. I didn't take it personally, since I hadn't been expecting to see her either.

"This is Cameron," Karter introduced me, begrudgingly. He was so obviously not thrilled that she was here. I was pretty sure he hadn't mentioned me to his parents yet.

"Just Cam, please." I'd quickly gotten used to Karter calling me the full version of my name, but I didn't like the way it sounded from anyone else.

"And I'm Ty!" Ty's voice rang out from the living room. She looked over to him, a bit startled. I tensed a little, unsure how things would play out. Of course she would judge me, I was expecting that, but would Karter be embarrassed about introducing him?

"Ty is Cameron's son," Karter inserted. The tone in his voice was purely informational and completely neutral.

"I… See," she said, her eyes darting between the two of us. "You look so young."

"I am," I answered simply. She might have been the mom of the guy I was totally head over heels for, but I wasn't going to feel ashamed or grovel for her approval. And I knew Karter wouldn't want me doing that, anyway.

"I didn't realize you had visitors," she said, looking back to Karter.

"We're not visitors," Ty informed her very matter-of-factly. "We live here."

She blinked several times before giving a slow nod. "That's… Good to know. Karter, you never mentioned anything."

"No," he agreed, giving her a flat look. "I didn't. Do you still want that towel?"

"Well, yeah, unless you want me dripping all over everything."

Karter walked out of the room, leaving behind a wall of tension. I wanted to pick Ty up and lock us both in his room until she was gone. But since I couldn't do that, I sailed past her, joining Ty on the couch. As if he could sense my unhappiness, he cuddled into my side.

"I'm sorry," she said finally, after an incredibly uncomfortable bout of silence. "I knew Karter was seeing someone, but I didn't expect anyone else to be here."

"I'm sorry he didn't tell you."

"How long have the two of you been staying here?" She wondered.

"A few weeks. Almost a month," I answered, as Karter returned with a towel, handing it over to her.

She quickly blotted off the rainwater before taking a seat on the other side of the sectional, eyeing the two of us kind of cautiously. Karter sat down on Ty's other side.

"Well, do you mind if I ask a few questions?" She inquired. I couldn't tell exactly how she was feeling about us, but maybe her shock hadn't let her process it yet. She wasn't glaring and looking down her nose at us, at least. Then again she probably knew Karter well enough to know he'd throw a fit if she did that.

"I don't see why there needs to be an interrogation," Karter responded icily. I cleared my throat, laying my hand on his knee.

"I don't mind if she wants to ask some stuff," I told him softly. I didn't want to cause tension between them, but I could understand where she was coming from, too. And there was no point in trying to hide anything anyway. If Karter's family was rich and everything then she had the money and connections to find out all she wanted to know whether I cooperated or not.

He heaved a sigh, leaning back in the seat. "Fine," he relented, waving a hand to indicate his surrender.

"Now, now," she scolded him, smiling a bit now as she waggled a finger toward him. "There's no need to be so protective. Of course I would be curious about someone so important in your life. Your mom is going to have a field day with all this, you know."

"I'm aware of that." Again, his voice was flat and monotone.

"Well, Cam," she started. "Tell me about yourself."

I cleared my throat, glancing over at Karter warily. He shrugged a shoulder, giving me permission to be completely honest. Well, fine, then.

"I'm Cam, I'm 22. I moved to the city about four years ago. I'm a waiter." I wasn't sure what else to say.

"A waiter?" She repeated. The upward inflection of her voice and the raise of her eyebrows betrayed her shock at that one. That's right, lady. Your Ivy League educated business executive son moved a high school dropout waiter into his penthouse apartment. "Well, that's… Great. Are you in school?"

"I don't really have time for that." Part of me had hoped that my ratty cotton shorts paired with my shirt that said ‘sofishticated' with a shark in a tuxedo and monocle would have managed her expectations a bit, but apparently not.

"Alright. How did you meet?"

"We met at a café."

"Karter shared his donut with me!" Ty piped up. "It was really good," he repeated, giving Karter a look of absolute and pure adoration and gratitude. I had a feeling that giving up that ducky donut had endeared my son to him for life.

I watched as Ty's irresistible charm cracked through a bit of her guarded exterior, and the corner of her mouth perked up. Just like Karter's usually did.

"And what grade are you in?" She asked him. I think she was just afraid to learn anything else about me yet or her head would explode.

"I'm in the first grade," he answered sweetly, blinking his long eyelashes at her. I wished that would work for me. "I can do adding and subtracting and I know all my shapes and I can tell time. And I can read all the books on Mrs. Cooper's quiet time shelf." And he was very humble and didn't brag whatsoever.

"That sounds like a lot," she told him. I was pretty sure she had calculated the age of a first grader and cross-referenced it with my age to understand when I'd gotten knocked up. That fun fact about me was probably not a mom-pleaser. "My son was usually at the head of his class, too."

"Karter was your son," Ty determined, smiling. I think he liked that they had something in common. "Now he's my daddy's boyfriend."

"Ty," I groaned. Karter snickered lightly on his other side. Clearly he didn't mind that particular announcement.

"That's fine," she said, shaking her head a bit. "I can see that for myself. How long have the two of you been seeing each other?"

I hesitated. That part was going to sound silly no matter how we framed it.

"Awhile," Karter cut in. Clearly he didn't want to wade into that muddy territory either. Most people probably weren't going to think too highly of our it just feels right philosophy when it came to the living together part. "We've been together awhile, and living together is what made sense for us."

"Alright," she said, seeming to accept his answer. "Well, you seem happier, at least. I know some of the other department heads at work have commented that you're not living in the office anymore."

"I have something to come home to now," he said. Hearing him say that, especially to someone else, gave me flutters in my stomach like it always did.

She took a minute to absorb that before nodding slowly. "Well, your mom's going to want to meet Cam as soon as possible. You know how happy she's going to be about you settling down."

At least it sounded like one of them would be happy about him being with me.

"I know. We can figure out a time that will work for everyone."

"Why don't you just bring Ty to our house for Halloween?" She suggested, before turning to face me. "Has Karter told you about our holiday parties?"

"Uh, no, he hasn't mentioned anything."

"Tracey, my wife, always puts together the most amazing holiday parties. Easter, Halloween, Christmas, you name it. Everyone comes, and there's a lot to do for the kids. Ty would love it."

"What kind of stuff?" Ty asked, wiggling with excitement.

"Well, there's a corn maze, and a pumpkin carving contest, and bobbing for apples, and-"

"Bobbing for apples!" He cut her off, grabbing my arm and shaking it. "Dad, she said bobbing for apples!"

"I heard."

"So then you'll come?" She prompted. When I glanced at Karter for confirmation, his eyes were narrowed at her. I wasn't really sure why. Was there a reason he didn't want his other mom meeting us? Or why he didn't want us at the party?

"We'll come," he finally said.

"Perfect! Tracey's going to be just thrilled," She said, standing up. "And it looks like the rain's let up too, so I'll just scoot while it's not so bad. I'm sure you have your little nighttime routines, so I won't impose."

"No, you would never impose, would you?" Karter responded dryly. She gave him an equally dry look before shaking her head.

"How I raised such a disrespectful brat, I'll never know," she mused, but her tone wasn't too serious. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Cam. And you, Ty."

"Thank you!" He chirped. "It was nice meeting you, too."

"Likewise," I added, feeling a little dazed. I hadn't really expected the whole meet the parents thing anytime soon and Halloween was less than two weeks away.

Karter walked her to the door, closing it behind her, and returned to us where he gave me a very apologetic look. I reached out to take hold of his hand, squeezing it to let him know I wasn't upset. Even if I had been, Ty's immediate and gleeful tangent on the advanced bobbing for apples techniques he'd heard from kids at school would have cheered me right up.

That night in bed, I laid on my side staring at Karter. He was lying on his side staring at me.

"Tell me something," he requested, reaching out to toy with my fingers, where I had my hand set on my hip.

"Anything."

"Is there some other alpha out there who I'm going to have to fight when he gets pissed about me trying to replace him?"

"Another alpha?" I questioned. I didn't have a clue what he meant.

"Ty's dad," he clarified. "I never really asked because it seems like he isn't in your life, but…"

I shook my head. "He's not around. He won't be around," I added.

"He didn't want to support you?" Karter asked. He sounded angry on my behalf.

"It wasn't like that. He doesn't know about Ty, actually."

"You never told him?"

I blew out a long breath. "It's kind of a long and dumb story, but I'll tell you if you really want to know."

"I want to know everything about you, Cameron."

"Um, okay," I said. I wasn't too nervous about telling the story. He already basically knew everything anyway, and had never judged me. "To start off, my parents were betas. Well, everyone in my family, really. I don't think anyone on either side of my ancestry had presented as an alpha or omega in, like, forever. So when I did, my parents were really thrown."

"They didn't like it?"

"They weren't upset or anything, they were supportive. They were great, really." It wasn't often I thought about my parents. I kept myself busy and tried not to linger on the past. "But they just… Didn't get it, you know? They couldn't understand how I felt and I wanted to feel understood. And, uh, so I kind of went through a rebellious phase."

"A rebellious phase?" Karter echoed, chuckling a little. "I have a hard time imagining you being rebellious. Did you wear a leather jacket and ride a motorcycle?" He teased me.

I snorted, giving him a light smack on the shoulder. "Shut up, you know what I mean. I went to parties and stayed out and stuff like that."

"And that's where you met him?"

"Well, kind of, yeah. Basically. I met a few guys, if you know what I mean. Alphas."

"Sounds pretty rebellious," he acknowledged.

"Anyway, he was just a friend of a friend. He was visiting from another state, actually. And, um, we met and we got along pretty well and, you know, did whatever, and then he went back home."

"And then you realized you were pregnant."

"Yeah. I always made them use a condom but I guess something screwed up that time."

"It happens. You must have been scared," he commented, stroking down my hair. I smiled, leaning forward to kiss him.

"I was scared shitless, yeah. My parents were too, I think, but they tried not to show it. They didn't get pissed at me like I thought they would. They helped me a lot."

"Ty was two when they passed, right?" He remembered. We'd only talked about it once before, but I'd at least told him that much.

"Right. And we didn't really have a lot of money, they didn't have anything to leave me. The bank was taking the house so I just sold as much of their stuff as I could to get enough money to leave town."

"Starting over in a new place with a two-year-old," he murmured, shaking his head. "I can't imagine."

"Yeah, that part sucked. Like, really bad. But it got better."

"And the alpha?"

"I could have gotten in touch with him, through my friend," I said. "If I'd wanted to. At first I was too embarrassed, and then after everything happened with my parents… Well, I looked him up and I found him online."

"Did you reach out to him?"

"No. He had pictures of his wedding up, and he already had a new baby with his wife. They were mated and everything," I added. "I felt too guilty to say anything. I didn't want to, like, ruin his life."

"That seems unfair," he commented, frowning as the comforting strokes of his fingers moved down from my hair to my shoulder.

"It's okay," I said. "It was really hard, but I didn't have to share Ty. I've had him all to myself. And everything has worked out, so I'm glad I did what I did."

"I'm glad, too," he admitted. "I would deal, if I had to, with another alpha in yours and Ty's life. But I highly prefer being the only one."

I smiled, arching my body into his hand. "You're definitely the only one, so you don't need to worry."

He reached around me, pulling me closer to him so our faces were barely a breath apart.

"It's an honor, being the only one that you want. And you're the only one I want."

He kissed me, light and slow at first. But it deepened, until his tongue was stroking over mine. When his fingers slipped under my shirt to rub little circles over my belly, I groaned lightly, pushing him away.

"Karter, you know we can't."

"He's completely knocked out. I checked when I got up," he said. "And you know he hasn't come in since that first night."

I bit into my lower lip, unsure. I definitely wanted to. And he was right that the chance of Ty coming in was really, really tiny.

"Okay, but we have to be quick. And quiet. And you can't knot."

"So many rules," he complained, but he pushed me onto my back and got on top of me, kissing my jaw and neck. "Whatever happened to that rebellious phase?"

I giggled, both at his question and the feeling of his lips nuzzling me. "Is that what you want? You want a bad boy?"

"I just want you, exactly as you are. My sweet omega."

"And you're my strong, sexy, jealous alpha," I countered, raising up so I could return his hot kisses. I glided my lips over his jaw, loving the way his stubble was rough against my skin. When I felt the strong pulse in his neck against my mouth, I licked over it, suckling the skin after.

"It'll be easier for you to be quiet like this," he murmured, grasping my hips and rolling me onto my stomach before pulling my pajama pants down my legs. But instead of letting me raise up to balance on my knees like usual, he covered my body with his larger one, weighing me down to the mattress.

I was pretty sure he wouldn't need to stretch me, since we'd fooled around earlier in the day. My suspicions were confirmed when he grasped one of my ass cheeks, parting me just enough that he could smooth the head of his cock over my hole. I shivered with anticipation, trying to lift my hips to feel more, but I was trapped under him.

When he pushed inside, his girth filling me inch by slow inch, I whimpered, pressing my face into the thick blankets to try and muffle the sound. When his hips were flush to my ass, he settled his body more comfortably on my back, spreading my thighs a bit with his knees.

His thrusts were short and powerful, like he couldn't stand to pull all the way out, just barely rutting his hips against me. His cock was grinding against my prostate with every movement, the constant stimulation almost too intense. I bit into the crumpled blanket, hoping it would muffle the moans I couldn't stop from pouring out. He was barely moving inside me, how could it feel so incredible?

As his teeth grazed the back of my shoulder, I felt Karter's hot breath panting out against my skin. He was holding back the sounds of his pleasure, too.

My cock was trapped between my body and the mattress. With the way I was weighed down, I couldn't wedge my hand under myself to stroke it. I sobbed around my mouthful of fabric as I tried desperately to buck my hips against the bed for any minimal amount of stimulation.

He must have known what I was so frantic for, because he reached up to cup under my chin, forcing my ear close to his mouth.

"Come from my cock, baby boy." And then he was ripping the blanket out from between my teeth, forcing two of his fingers in. Impulsively, my tongue swirled around them, even as I resisted the urge to bite down. I couldn't muffle my moans like this. "I want to hear how I'm making you feel."

Tears welled up in my eyes as saliva flooded my mouth, soaking his fingers. The pumps of his hips were getting more intense now, just enough for a light smack against my ass with every thrust. I could feel slick leaking out of me around him, and precome oozing out of my cock as my need grew more and more desperate.

My prostate throbbed with the constant stimulation until finally I felt my balls drawing up, an intense orgasm crashing over me. I cried out, moaning around his fingers as my ass clenched down around him, drawing out my pleasure.

He let out a feral snarl against my ear, chasing his own climax as fervently as I had. He shuddered on top of me, biting down into my shoulder as thick jets of his come filled me to the brim.

After we'd caught our breath and he'd gently raised off my body, he held me against him, stroking his big hands over my back and waist and hair.

"Was I too rough for you, sweet boy?"

I shook my head against his chest. "No. I'm not delicate, you know."

"You look delicate. And you feel delicate."

"Optical illusion," I insisted, grinning up at him. My muscles felt loose and limber and perfectly used. I knew I would sleep like a baby the moment my head hit the pillow. But there was something I couldn't help but wonder. "So it doesn't bother you? About my, um, rebellious phase."

"Should it?"

"Well, I don't know. You're so possessive, I was worried maybe you wouldn't like that I wasn't, you know, the poster boy for chastity and purity and all that."

"Every choice you've made in your life has led you to me. I could never be unhappy with a single one."

Sighing, I hooked my arms around his neck so I could kiss him. I couldn't be unhappy with any of them either, for the same reasons as him. Everything in my life was exactly how I wanted it. As I dozed off against him, I considered myself the luckiest omega in the world.