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“He takes appointments, there’s always someone wanting to meet with him, and phone calls. Everyone wants to talk with him about investing in their schemes.”

“Does he? Invest in people’s ‘schemes’?”

“Sometimes. And sometimes not.” Simon heaved himself up. “Now, I’ll tell Jonas to put the books in your bedroom. If you stay out here for another half hour or so, Adrien, you won’t have to worry about putting on the robe.

He’ll be down and gone again.”

Adrien cradled his stomach, holding his hand over a spot where the baby was kicking in little flutters. He saw Simon hesitate, watching curiously.

“He’s kicking,” he explained.

Simon tilted his head. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” Adrien looked up at Simon and saw the bare curiosity on his face.

“Have you ever felt a baby move?”

Simon shook his head.

“Come here,” Adrien said, reaching out for Simon’s hand. It was soft but starting to get arthritis in some of the joints. He placed the old man’s hand on his stomach and hoped the baby wouldn’t get shy now.

“Oh!” Simon said, jerking his hand back when the baby gave a good kick.

“That’s strong!”

“Yeah,” Adrien said, gri

“He’s busy today.”

“Enjoying the fresh air, as he should,” Simon said, straightening up and lifting his wobbly chin. “Good evening, lovey. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Adrien lingered in the garden until the sun started to set, and he did grow chilly. He went inside and ate the di

salad and a delicious cheese-and-meat plate. He made himself walk around the living area, pretending that he might read a book or sit down on the sofa, but eventually he eagerly raced back to his bedroom.

The window screens were drawn, probably Simon’s doing. He knew that it u

Each album was navy-blue leather with a white label card on the front.

The first card displayed dates that, if Adrien had guessed Heath’s age correctly, probably started right before or after his birth and went through the years of his childhood. The next two labels displayed dates in a different hand and seemed to correspond with high school, college, and young manhood. The fourth label, though, held a name and no dates. It simply said Nathan.

Adrien started on the first album. Some of the photos there were black-and-white but clearly post-War. Everyone wore the waist-high trousers that were common and the striped button-up shirts that had been all the rage then.

His own father had had some similar-looking pictures from his youth.

Baby Heath was a chubby little thing. His omega parent held him in most of the pictures; there was one of him still chestfeeding at what appeared to be almost three years old. That was a devoted omega. That was love.

Adrien felt an odd pang for the man who’d given birth to him and then left before the year was up. What would it have been like to be cherished like Heath so clearly had been? Would he be a different sort of man now? He rubbed his own stomach and felt a vow growing in his heart, but he kept it back, a lingering fear keeping him from voicing it aloud even to himself.

Not yet.

Little boy Heath was wild, it seemed. Shaggy dark hair and eyes that gleamed with mischief. There was a string of photos of him racing around the grounds, just a blur of a boy holding a sharp stick and wearing sturdy boots.

And there was a young Simon! Rushing after him, looking dapper in his nurse uniform, while Heath’s omega parent looked on laughing.

Adrien smiled fondly. How devoted Simon must be. Heath must be like his son.

He cracked open the next book, amused to find that puberty didn’t treat

Heath well at all. His nose was too big, his face marred by pimples, and yet he stared unflinchingly, confidently into the camera, and even over the distance of years that expression made Adrien melt inside. “Yes, sir,” he whispered, saluting the man who’d so easily mastered him. He had no doubt he could have done the very same in his youth.

The photos from the college years were a bit horrifying. Adrien had heard rumors that parties like these took place at his school, but he’d kept his head down and ignored it all. Heath, apparently, hadn’t.

“Wow.” Adrien hummed, flipping past the pages of Heath-behaving-badly until he reached some pages near the middle of the third book of Heath traveling the world.

He ran his fingers over the photos of Heath in a bathing suit on white sand with a blue sea in the background. Heath with a backpack at a mountain peak, gri

Adrien felt a tug of jealousy for whoever Heath had looked at like that.

Then he started to notice that every second or third picture was missing from the album. Just a blank spot where a picture should have been. He frowned, wondering what—or who—had been removed.

His mind skittered to the fourth album.

Was it Nathan?

He reached for the blue leather album with the man’s name on top and pulled it into his lap.

“What are you doing?”

Adrien jumped, his hand flying to his chest, and the baby thumping hard as the push of adrenaline woke him up.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Heath said, loosening his tie and walking toward Adrien with a sweet smile on his face. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes, yeah,” Adrien said, putting the photo albums aside for now. “Just looking at pictures of you as a baby.” He motioned toward the blue leather volumes.

Heath stopped mid-step and glanced down at them, too, and then continued walking. “Oh, yeah? Where’d you get those?”

Something in his voice was cautious.

“Simon had Jonas bring them down.”

“Jonas?” Heath asked, nostrils flaring, as he raked his gaze over Adrien’s naked body. “He’s an alpha. No other alpha should see—”

“I was in the gazebo. My nakedness is still for your eyes only,” Adrien said, chuckling. “And Simon’s.”

“Simon doesn’t count.”

Adrien sat back on the sofa, pulling the first book over again. “You should be ashamed of saying that about the man who cleaned all this mud off you,” he said, opening it to a page with a photo of a half-naked Heath being scrubbed off in a garden fountain by a very a

“Poor Simon,” Heath agreed, taking the book from Adrien’s hand and shoving the rest aside. Heath took Adrien’s glasses off and set them aside.

Then turned back to gaze down at him as he continued to work to get off his clothes. He smirked at Adrien. “If only you knew all the hell I’ve given him over the years.”

“I can guess.” Adrien’s nipples and cock tingled under Heath’s watch, and both raised up hard and tight.

“Mmm.” Heath was naked now, showing off his hairy chest and muscled stomach, his taut thighs, looking especially delicious tonight. Adrien ran his hands up and down his flanks, enjoying the way Heath’s cock rose in front of his face, just begging to be licked. “Suck me,” Heath said, taking hold of Adrien’s hair. “Make me wet for you.”

Adrien’s ass leaked slick, and his nipples grew even more taut. He opened his mouth for Heath and moaned as his thickness invaded deep. He whimpered as pre-cum striped his tongue, and he worked Heath into the back of his throat, sticking out his tongue to paint his balls.

“I want to fuck you,” Heath grunted, slowly fucking his throat instead.

“Make you come on my dick. Watch you writhe.” He gripped Adrien’s hair hard. “Moan for me, slut.”

Adrien obeyed, and Heath hissed out, “Fuck,” as his balls drew up. He pulled free of Adrien’s mouth, bent low to kiss him, and then tugged Adrien up to standing. He ran his hands all over Adrien’s body, lavishing attention on his stomach, feeling the baby’s movements under the skin.

“You woke him up,” Adrien rasped, his cock aching. “He was asleep until you scared me.”

“Then we’ll rock him back to sleep,” Heath said, his voice sending a shiver down Adrien’s back and making his asshole twitch and leak. “Get on my dick.”

Adrien hurried to turn around, putting his hands on the back of the sofa and his knees on the seat. He liked it this way best now that his stomach had grown so big. The angle of Heath’s cock stroked against his prostate just right and he was able to come without jerking off if Heath went at it hard and relentlessly. And the way Heath was talking to him, Adrien didn’t think he’d have to worry about that tonight.

“Stick it out,” Heath muttered, stroking a hand down Adrien’s back to grip his ass and shake it a little. “Look at that sweet hole. Such a hot cocksleeve.”

Adrien shuddered again. The dirty things Heath called him always lit him up inside and had since the time in the heat cabin. He had a secret hope, a fruitless wish, that Heath had saved those filthy terms just for him, that he was the first to hear them. He knew it wasn’t true, and yet he wanted it so badly.

“Have you been a good boy today?” Heath asked, sliding his fingers in and out of Adrien’s slick hole. “Do you deserve your alpha’s cock?”

“Yes,” Adrien whimpered, pushing back. “I need it.”

“Mm, but do you deserve it?”

“Yes!”

“Who pried into my past without asking?”

Adrien stiffened slightly. The baby went still, too. “I did.”

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Heath asked. He sounded colder than he had since they’d first met.

“Yes,” Adrien said uncertainly.

“And what was that?”

“Pictures of you growing up. In high school. College.”

“What else?”