15. Joe

Chapter 15

Joe

The next morning, we trained the boys in how to pack up the pawflower bricks. The morning passed quickly, and when we stopped for lunch, Waylan stepped outside to check his messages.

He came back a few minutes later and stood in front of the three of us. "I just heard back from Mateo, and the foxes were just a rogue pack. There's no reason to expect we'll see them or anyone else again."

A huge weight seemed to lift right off my back as I looked at Waylan. "That's good news, right?"

Waylan nodded. "Yeah, it is."

I wrapped my arms around my alpha, and he pretended to collapse against me. "Then why don't you look happy?"

"I'm just…relieved."

We got back to work and finished the day with twice as much as we could have done on our own. Dylan and Andrew were surprisingly fast learners.

Waylan spooned around me and pulled my shirt back to check on his mark.

"It's healing really well." He kissed the spot. "It's sexy."

"I saw Mateo's."

"Oh yeah? I didn't notice. They got together after I left. I don't know him that well."

"I like Mateo."

Waylan kissed me again. "Everyone liked you because you're so lovable." He rolled me onto my back and lifted my shirt. He began to kiss my chest, traveling down to my stomach. "And delicious." His voice got high all of a sudden. "Hello, little baby!"

"That tickles!" I tried to push him away, but he batted at my hands, then slid my pants down and continued to kiss until my cock was in his mouth.

My eyes closed, and I enjoyed the warmth surrounding my dick as it swelled against his tongue. He licked up and down my length, then traveled down to tickle my balls with light nips of his teeth.

He knew exactly how to make me moan as I lifted my legs. "That feels so good, alpha. How do you always know just what to do to me?"

He undid his own pants, and then a moment later, his hard cock slid into me. Waylan groaned with pleasure and brought his face next to mine so I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

I turned to kiss his cheek, neck, and earlobe. "I love you, Waylan."

He moaned and pushed deeper inside me. "I love you so much, Joe. Don't ever leave me."

"What?" I put my hands on his chest and looked him in the eye. "I'm not going to leave you. I'm your Cinnamon. And I'm having your baby."

He leaned down and gave me a long, deep kiss as he continued to fill me, moving in and out with abandon.

I loved seeing the pleasure on his face, the pleasure I gave him. Then I turned my head so he could see his mark on my neck. Every time he saw it, his breath sped up, making him thrust faster and harder.

We came together, and then collapsed into an hours-long nap.

The next week felt like a vacation as the boys basically took over the packaging.

Waylan and I spent hours walking around the property, talking about what we wanted to build, and how our life would develop together. We made plans for a sandbox, tire swing, boat dock, treehouse, and a guest house.