A Daddy for the Chubby Omega (Daddies for Dumpster Omegas, #1)

by Anna Wineheart

Some minutes later, Otto’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Caulin. With a photo attachment...? Is he having trouble? Otto opened the message. And he glimpsed a blurry swathe of skin—two swathes of skin, actually. With a crease down the middle, and a pink, puckered hole, rivulets of water flowing over it. Fuck. Otto dropped the phone, blood swooping between his legs. Fucking hell! He knew he wasn’t supposed to look; Caulin still smelled like alcohol. But when he picked up his phone, his eyes went straight to that little pucker, and his balls pulled tight. It’s not like I need sex, Otto reasoned with himself. I haven’t had it in years.

But he hadn’t had an omega offer himself so readily, either. Otto remembered the dark hunger in Caulin’s eyes, the way he’d rubbed his face against Otto’s cock, like it was the best thing in the world. He peeked at the tiny hole again—it looked so tight. Would it fit his cock? His mouth went dry. He tried to drag his gaze away from his screen, but he kept noticing new things. Such as the fingers pressed into one creamy asscheek to spread it. The small, tight balls hanging between Caulin’s thighs. He wanted, so badly, to pin Caulin down, and push his cock into that tight little hole. Open Caulin, and let him have every single inch. Make him scream. The phone buzzed again. Caulin: Please Otto dropped his phone on the desk and palmed his cock, needing, hesitating. Even if Caulin were fully sober, Otto couldn’t just pin him and fuck his cock in. Could he?

Probably not. He didn’t want to...

He grabbed the phone from Emmy, but it was too late—Emmy had already sent the next photo to Jones. Caulin: [weddingdress.jpg sent] Jones: That looks great on you Caulin: im emmy, caulin is scared that you wont like the photo Jones: Hello Emmy. Tell him I really like it. Caulin: [caulinfaceplant.jpg sent] Caulin: hes really scared Jones: Give the phone back. I’ll speak with him. Caulin: omg I did not ask Emmy to send those pictures!!!! :( They really mean nothing, you don’t have to think they mean anything Jones: Are you still in the dress? Caulin: Yes... Jones: I like that

Caulin set the phone down, his face scorching. “Oh, gods.” Emmy grinned. “See, he likes it. You can wear it later tonight.” “I am not! It’s a public place! And he might’ve invited everyone else along!” “You could ask him if he did.” Caulin shook his head. He really did not want to be disappointed. “You could get married there,” Emmy said. “It’s the place where you go to see all the stars, right?” It would be a nice place to get married. “He never even said we’re dating or anything.” Emmy rolled his eyes. Caulin’s phone rang, the default ringtone loud and jarring. He winced and answered it, making a note to change the ringtone after the call. “H-hello?” “Hey,” Jones rumbled across the line. “You don’t have to be scared.” Caulin’s stomach flipped a thousand times. Jones’ voice was so intimate in his ear. “O-oh.”

“I doubt you can do anything to make me change my mind, Caulin.” And now Caulin’s blush threatened to set him on fire. “I’m picking you up at the hospital gift shop, right? 8PM.” “Y-yeah. I’ll be there.” “Good. I’m looking forward to it.” “I won’t be wearing the dress!” Caulin blurted. “Just—Just to set things straight.” “Caulin!” Emmy protested. Jones laughed, the sound glorious as usual. “Wear whatever you’d like. It might get slightly chilly, but I have blankets.” “Why would you have blankets?” “To fuck you on,” Emmy said loudly. Oh. Right. My heat. In the chaos tha...

Jones chuckled, but there was a certain breathless quality to that sound. “No suppressants,” he murmured. “I-I won’t,” Caulin squeaked. Oh, gods. “Good boy.” Caulin whimpered, hiding his face in the many folds of his dress. “Oh, gods.” “Maybe you should go there and let him screw you now,” Emmy said with a grin. “And take some of your stuff with you.” “Your stuff?” Jones asked. “Um, I’ll explain later.” “All right. I do wish I have time to chat, but I’m in the middle of recording my next video,” Jones said softly. “It’s about gravitational lensing.” Where scientists used the light-bending ability of stars and galaxies to study the objects behind them. Caulin wanted to watch him do that recording. ...

“Yes.” There was a smile in Jones’ voice. “I’ll see you later, Caulin. Don’t return that dress.” He really likes it. And he likes me. Caulin watched his screen as the call ended, his heart and body both thrumming for different reasons. “I can’t believe this...

Self-consciously, Caulin straightened, leaving the safety of the counter. And

now he felt Jones’ presence more acutely than before, that alpha trailing behind him. “There’s not much here, it’s a small place.” But he showed his professor the books—novels, self-help, comics—along with the stuffed animals and Get Well cards. The little snow globes and dream-catchers, some beanies and scarves. Then they reached the rack of snacks. “Oh, you have my favorite cookies,” Jones said, grabbing a couple packs of those cream-filled chocolate sandwich cookies he had in his office. “What do you recommend from here?” “The lemon-cream wafers are really good.” Only because Caulin had found them once in the dumpsters. Jones took two packs of those, too. “Anything you’ve wanted to try but haven’t?” Caulin hesitated. When Jones smiled encouragingly, he mumbled, “The orange-flavored chocolates.” “Oh, they’re in the shape of orange slices.” Jones added that to the growing pile on his hand.

“You know that this is all pretty expensive,” Caulin said when he could no longer keep it in. “They’re almost double what they go for at Tinto’s.” Jones shrugged. “Yeah. But how often do I get to buy something from you? I like watching you at work.” Caulin had run the previous transaction, Jones’ credit card still clutched in his hand. Jones led him back to the register, watching as Caulin scanned the items, charged the card, and bagged up the items. And maybe Caulin felt a little more confident, doing his job correctly in front of his alpha instead of stumbling and mumbling his way through everything. Their fingers brushed when Caulin handed him the bag of snacks. “Good boy,” Jones murmured. “This is the perfe...

“Will you really?” From the warm look Jones gave him, Caulin had an inkling that maybe, just maybe, his shifts at work might get better than they were. “Are you going to lock up, or is there someone coming in after you?” Jones asked, glancing at the door. Right on cue, Murphy stepped in with his bodyguard, blinking at Jones. “Hey, Murphy.” Caulin waved. Then he waved awkwardly at Shaw, too—he never really knew how to behave around Murphy’s bodyguard, who sometimes chatted with them, but his attention was always on their surroundings. Shaw nodded at Caulin. The next instant, his eyes locked onto Jones. “Fancy seeing you here.” Jones raised his eyebrows. “What are you doing here?” “Gua...

each other on the shoulder, and... they were friends? Caulin exchanged glances with Murphy and beckoned him around the counter. Murphy had been much thinner when Caulin had initially gotten to know him, but he’d been putting on weight since then. He looked much healthier now, and better than the night he’d gotten drunk. “This isn’t some sort of weird double-date, is it?” Murphy frowned. “No. But you smell like you might be in heat.” “Yeah, I am.” Murphy’s gaze cut worriedly to Jones. “He’s fine,” Caulin whispered. “He has Emmy’s approval.” At that, Murphy gave a rare snort of amusement. “Emmy is...” “Emmy is strange,” Caulin said. “He even gave me a stack of notes to ...

“Exactly.” He pulled out his phone, fumbling with it to show Murphy the picture. “Oh. You look nice,” Murphy said quietly. “It’s not going to happen,” Caulin whispered. “It’s too soon.” Murphy studied Jones for a long while as he chatted with Shaw. “He seems okay.” “It’s only been a week. Today’s our first date.” Murphy sniffed at Caulin again. “Don’t forget the condoms.” “He’s bringing some along.” The memory of his alpha’s cock rose to the forefront of his mind. Caulin gulped. Don’t think about it in the gift shop! “Okay.” Murphy nodded to himself. “Emmy mentioned your rental room... You can stay with us if you want. Phinny...

don’t know.” But Emmy was good at looking out for himself. That helped to ease Caulin’s worry, at least. When he was done briefing Murphy on the gift shop details, Caulin looked back up, only to find his professor watching him. “Ready to go?” Jones asked. He flushed all over, feeling even more self-conscious when Murphy...

The good thing about Murphy having a bodyguard, was that Caulin knew his friend would be safe. Most times, anyway. Until he gave Shaw the slip and went dumpster-diving. Murphy waved; Shaw nodded. Jones took Caulin’s heavier-than-normal bag from him. Then he slipped his other arm around Caulin, and walked with him out of the hospital. This, too, felt like belonging. “Is...

“Shaw’s mentioned him at the dumpster a couple of times.” Huh. “You’re close to Shaw?” “He’s one of my good friends.” Jones cracked a smile. “Small world, isn’t it? He moved to Meadowfall fairly recently, but he’s part of my little g...

Otto pressed a kiss to his shoulder, dragging his wrists all over Caulin to double up on the sycamore marking. “I

really liked that picture of you in the dress,” he whispered. “That’s—” Caulin squeaked. And his heart pounded against Otto’s palm. “I would like to see you in that dress,” Otto murmured. His heart missed a beat, and then fell into sync with Caulin’s. “In person.” Caulin’s breath hitched. “But—But it doesn’t fit all that well!” “We’ll get it altered.” “But... y-you know what kind of dress it is.” “Yes. If not me, then some other lucky alpha will see you in that dress one day, walking down the aisle.” Caulin choked. “I want you to know that I’m sticking around,” Otto continued, his hand slipping down to Caulin’s belly. “If tonight’s accident makes you uneasy in any way, come to me for help. Anytime. Whether it’s now, midnight next week, or ten years into the future. I would rather stay by your side through all that time,

but I understand if that’s not what you want.” “I... Oh.” In the faint glow of the phone, Otto watched as Caulin buried his face in his hands. Those were all big promises. But Otto didn’t want to make big promises to anyone else. Just Caulin. “Are—Are y-you p-proposing t-to me?” “It looks like I am.” Caulin’s pulse stuttered. “I-I-I need t-to think a-about it.” “All right.” Otto kissed his nape. “You have all the time in the world.” Caulin whimpered, but he remained languid against Otto, still full of trust. Sitting with this omega under the stars, thou...

Caulin blushed and pulled his shirt back on. Then he stepped into his pants, too, and headed back to the guestroom to grab a set of sleepwear.

He jumped when he found Emmy on the guestroom bed. Emmy looked at him, deadpan. “I wish the walls weren’t so thin.” “Oh, gods.” Caulin hid his face in a set of clean PJs. “I did nothing!” “Yeah, and I’m the son of a god.” Emmy snickered. “Did you tell him you love his squishy butt?” “He doesn’t have a squishy butt!” Caulin flushed, but fished out the necklace from his shirt. “He—He’s a dream. He gave me this.” Emmy scooted over to look. “Oh, that’s pretty.” “He said that he’ll be mine as long as I keep wearing this.” Emmy looked knowingly at Caulin. “That’s all you need, isn’t it? Next thing you know, you’ll be wearing that wedding dress.” “Not yet,” Caulin squawked. “We’re—We’re not in—in love or anything!” “You’ve been in love with him since the day I met you.”

“I...” Caulin spluttered. And then flushed hotly. Being maybe-boyfriends was one thing, but telling Otto about the love bit? Was that too much? “He doesn’t need to know immediately.” Emmy shrugged. “Yeah, I guess not. He’s already bought you a phone and moved you into his house.” Then he brightened. “I know! I’ll write you a new set of instructions.” Caulin groaned. “Not again!” “Yes again!” “I said one of your lines during my heat. Accidentally. It was so humiliating.” Emmy’s eyebrows shot up. “He liked it, didn’t it?” “He—I think he laughed.” Caulin cringed. “I don’t need more.” “Tell you what, I’ll write lines for your wedding.” “Oh, gods, no. I’m gone.” Cau...

“He wants to write me more lines.” Caulin groaned. “You’d think I’m weird if I said any of them.” “I think you’re very adorable anyway. With or without t...

Caulin: Emmy and I moved out of that sucky apartment! We’re staying with my alpha now :) Landon: Oh, I’m so glad to hear that. Wesley: Woo hoo!

Murphy: Do you want your frozen food back? I can get Shaw to drop them off, he knows your new address. Caulin: Um. I haven’t asked him about storing food in his freezer yet. But I will soon. Thank you and sorry for taking up space in your freezer :) Murphy: Np, you needed it Wesley: I should stick around in Meadowfall sometime, we’re usually there and gone before you guys go to Tinto’s. The post office doesn’t stay open that late Landon: You know you can always hang out behind the Wine Shack. Or in my dressing room. I don’t know if there’s space for your alpha too, though. But the baby will probably fit...... Shucks, I can’t remember her name. My memory is shot. Sorry! Wesley: Her name is Lucy :) Landon: Lucy. Got it. Caulin: Maybe one day, we’ll all be regular paying customers at the Wine Shack. Lol. But I actually have a credit card now! It’ll probably not get declined Caulin: It’s from my alpha :) Landon: Oh, I’m envious Wesley: Didn’t you have a rich alpha once, Landon? Landon: I’m not asking my ex for money!

Caulin: I’m sure Emmy would have some interesting suggestions. A way to get money from your ex without begging Landon: Something t...

Otto smiled. “We are. Or I can get you off, but I’ll need a while to recover if you want my cock again.” Then he looked thoughtful. “We could invest in some toys for you. I’ve read that you might be especially in the mood in the second trimester.” Caulin’s breath snagged in his throat. He still hadn’t thought the pregnancy through yet. “You’ve already read up on it?” “Some.” Otto looked sheepish. “I thought I should be a little more prepared.” That made Caulin feel better about it, because he wasn’t the least bit prepared. “You’ll be there throughout? The whole nine months?” “I will.” Otto shuffled closer, wrapping himself around Caulin so their faces were almost touching. “You promise?”

“I promise.” Otto slid his hand over Caulin’s belly, where the baby was. Then he kissed Caulin softly on the lips, and the knot of worry in Caulin’s chest unraveled a little. “Any other questions?” Caulin shook his head. “Not right now, anyway.” “Then we’ll sleep,” Otto murmured, pulling his pillow closer so he could snuggle up with Caulin. He was so much broader and taller, and when Caulin rolled onto his side, Otto fitted himself flush against Caulin’s back, almost engulfing Caulin in his embrace. Caulin’s heart swelled. “This feels like a dream,” he murmured when Otto had turned the lights off, his breath puffing into Caulin’s hair. “Just—Just lying in bed. With you.” “Really?” “I—I’ve wanted it for a long time.” Otto sucked in a slow breath. Then he wrapped himself even more snugly around Caulin, pressing kisses wherever he could reach. “I promise not to let you down.”

“Okay.” Caulin tried to savor every touch, he tried to memorize the feeling of being held so close. But the moment he closed his eyes, he fell into a dee...

All the same, he understood Caulin’s concern for his friend. Emmy hadn’t returned to the house for two entire weeks. Hell, even Otto was worried.

Caulin jogged up to the chain-link fence, where a few people were hanging around. “Is Emmy there?”

One head poked out of the open dumpster—Murphy, Shaw’s charge. Shaw was nowhere to be seen, but Otto figured Shaw was either watching from afar, or he’d be pulling up soon enough. “He’s not here,” Murphy said, glancing around the parking lot furtively, before ducking back into the dumpster. “But he told me he’s fine.” “Is he really?” Caulin wrung his hands. “He hasn’t come back even to sleep, but his ...

blinked tiredly at Otto, not bothering to scale the fence into the dumpster. “You must be Caulin’s alpha.” Otto smiled awkwardly. “And you are...?” “Oh, that’s Landon,” Caulin said sheepishly. “I guess I should introduce everyone. This is Otto, my, um. My alpha.” He blushed. Otto’s instincts roared. It had been six weeks since Caulin’s heat, and they hadn’t introduced themselves as a couple to anyone yet. But they were now, and Caulin was staking his claim on Otto. That felt good. Really good. “You’ve been treating Caulin well,” Landon said approvingly. He seemed to be a few years older than Caulin, but there were shadows under his eyes, and he looked like he might fall over any moment, had he not been leaning on the fence post. Otto half-expected an alpha...

shaved, and he looked weather-beaten. He didn’t belong in the dumpsters, though. “Drake Hawkins. I’m Wes’ alpha.” “Great to meet you,” Otto said, glad that there was someone watching over the Dumpster Omegas, at least for tonight. He followed Drake’s gaze to a small omega leaning on a stroller, favoring one leg over the other. “That’s Wes,” Caulin said, tugging Otto over to the stroller. “And that’s Lucy.” Lucy seemed to be a year old—not that Otto could tell, considering how much time he didn’t spend around children. She watched Wes, Caulin, and Otto owlishly, sticking her thumb into her mouth. Caulin crouched in front of her, giving her a big smile. “Hello, Lucy! It’s been a while since I saw you. Have...

“Sure.” Wes limped around to unbuckle Lucy from her stroller, handing her over to Caulin. Caulin’s ...

Lucy in his arms, a small smile dancing over his lips. He was so completely focused on her, tickling her chin, his body curved protectively around her. He liked babies, didn’t he? Otto didn’t know what it was that drew omegas to babies, but watching Caulin, it felt as though Caulin had lit up on the inside, just having a baby in his arms. Then he looked up at Otto, his gaze ever so warm, and Otto forgot to breathe. He saw their future, in that moment. Caulin with their baby in his arms, smiling up at Otto like he was now, his cheeks rosy, his uncertainties left behind in the past. Caulin with no worries about the way he looked, his world narrowed down to their baby,...

Especially when he’d just met all these people. But his body ached, and when Caulin finally set Lucy back into her stroller, Otto pulled Caulin close, just holding him. Lightly stroking his sides, which would stretch out as the pregnancy progressed. “Otto,” Caulin squeaked. “Mine,” he whispered. “I want to bring you home, and mark you all over again.” Caulin shivered in his arms. “Oh, we’re having a party here tonight,” Emmy’s voice came floating over. Caulin jerked his head up, looking around for his friend. “Emmy!” Emmy gave them all a wriggly-finger wave. He was disheveled, but otherwise seemed to be in decent shape. Caulin hurried over to scrutinize him. “Are you...

Caulin looked at his feet, flushing to the tips of his ears. Actually, Otto couldn’t look at him, either, because he was blushing, too. Emmy wagged his finger at Otto. “You moved him into your house and knocked him up, so you better take responsibility.” “I am.” Otto straightened his shoulders, looking Caulin in the eye. “I don’t want to force Caulin into a decision until he’s ready.” When would Caulin be ready, though? How would Otto tell? Would Caulin come up to him and say, I want us to be married? Somehow, that seemed more unlikely than Otto straight-up proposing, and seeing if Caulin would accept. Caulin stole a peek at Otto, and Otto thought about that picture of Caulin in his wedding dress, all ...

Emmy named his price. Otto riffled around in his wallet—he liked carrying some cash to visit the farmer’s markets. And he had more than enough. “There,” Otto said, handing over the stack of cash. Besides, Emmy looked like he could use that money to get by. Emmy took the cash and counted it, before stuffing it into a hidden pocket. “Sweet.” Caulin looked like he might faint. But now Otto owned that dress, and he had plans for it. The rumble of a car’s engine broke the silence. They looked up to find a familiar sedan with tinted windows pulling up; Shaw parked and stepped out. He glanced at all of them, his eyebrow quirking. “I wasn’t expecting this many people tonight. Why’s it...

“Imagine getting married here,” Emmy said brightly. “No,” Caulin cried. “Not in a dumpster!” Shaw laughed. Then he glanced at the dumpsters, and his smile mellowed. “Well, don’t let me interrupt your conversation. Carry on.” He nodded at the others and went over to the wall by the dumpsters, parking himself there. Staying in the background. Otto went back to hugging Caulin, and Emmy and Landon went closer to peek in Murphy’s dumpster. After a while, Murphy stuck his head back out. He looked around, found Shaw, and ducked back into his dumpster. Shaw stayed right where he was. “He’s a good guard,” Caulin said quietly. “I’m glad Murphy has him.” Otto agreed. He wouldn’t have gotten to know ...

campus. Had Varrick not befriended him in middle school, Otto would’ve probably stayed friendless his whole life, keeping his nose buried in textbooks. “I’m glad you found me,” Otto said in Caulin’s ear. “I wouldn’t have known that any of this was possible.” Caulin smiled shyly, and Otto wondered what it’d be like to put a bonding mark on him. To marry him. He thumbed the unmarked skin on the crook of Caulin’s neck, thinking about bi...

They passed through the frozen section, and Caulin’s gaze snagged on the ice creams. They had chocolate-lover cones, with chocolate ice cream in a chocolate cone, covered by a chocolate shell.

The wedding was chaotic right from the beginning. The Dumpster Omegas squeezed into an SUV that Murphy’s bodyguard drove, and the lot of them made their way down to the gazebo by the lake.

A billion butterflies fluttered in Caulin’s stomach. He’d heard people talk about the lake before—it was where everyone in Meadowfall went to get married. He’d never thought he’d be the one walking up in a wedding dress, though. How would Otto react when he saw Caulin in the dress? Better yet—how would Otto react when Caulin took the dress off? The temporary tattoos sat like a secret on his belly, waiting to be discovered. Caulin trembled as his friends helped him out of the car. Murphy and Wes grabbed his dress train to hold it above the grass, and Emmy clutched Caulin’s arm. “Remember,” Emmy hissed urgently. “Don’t beat on your belly like a drum.” Caulin sighed. “I’m not going to do that!” The lacy dress had been altered to accommodate his round belly. It fitted him better than it did before, and the organza skirt rustled as they crossed the grass to the gazebo. There was already a small crowd—Otto with Varrick and his sports coach friend

Gardner, the minister, and a handful of omega professors that Caulin had invited, really because they and their younger alphas had helped Caulin with his bullies in the past. He’d invited Gardner’s boss, Kieran, and his alpha, too—Kieran had helped with his medical bill a while back. “Crap,” Landon muttered as they approached the crowd. When Caulin turned, he found Landon ducking awkwardly behind Murphy and Wes. It didn’t work so well; Landon was taller than both of them. “Why’re you hiding?” Caulin asked. “Nothing,” Landon mumbled. Caulin was about to ask more questions, except the guests began to cheer when he waddled closer. “Sure glad I took a day of...

“Who’s he?” Emmy whispered. “That alpha behind yours.” “He’s a policeman,” Caulin whispered back, distracted. Otto was dressed in a three-piece black suit that accentuated his muscles, and he looked absolutely amazing. Well, Otto always looked amazing, but that suit made Caulin really, really want to climb him. “His name is Varrick.” “Huh,” Emmy said thoughtfully. “I thought all police are bad.” “Varrick seems like a good one. He didn’t even try to save JC.” Emmy’s eyebrows crawled up. Caulin’s attention kept straying back to his alpha, more so when Varrick finally pulled his hands away from Otto’s eyes, and Otto’s gaze locked onto him. Everyone else faded into the background. Otto’s gaze burned down Caulin’s ...

close the distance between them, and devour him in front of everyone else. With Otto, Caulin felt like the most special person in the universe. He smiled shyly at his alpha; Otto growled, stepping forward. “Maybe you should let him fuck you in front of everybody,” Emmy said. “Then everyone will know you’re claimed.” “Not in public,” Caulin hissed. But... would it fly? These days, he’d been shuffling onto Otto’s lap, bringing his new toys when he’d exhausted Otto for the day, just so Otto could fill him again. When would they have a moment to themselves, anyway? They’d have a reception after the ceremony, and... was it going to be hours before Otto would touch him again? Otto was almost upon him, when Emmy st...

“We can start the ceremony now, right?” Caulin asked. “I’m ready.” “Yeah, we all know what today is really about,” Varrick said dryly. “It’s a whole subgenre in porn.” Otto elbowed him in the side. “I’m getting married! Would you mind?” Varrick grinned. The wedding organizer got everyone seated. Caulin made his way to the start of the aisle, smiling when Landon came to stand by his side. “Thanks for walking me down,” Caulin said. “I kind of am your absentee dad, anyway.” Landon smiled wryly. “You’re getting married, and you’re only twenty-four!” It was for the best that Caulin’s parents were not present—he didn’t want to spend the ceremony thinking about ...

As the music began to play, Landon took Caulin’s hand, walking with him down the aisle. Each step brought him closer and closer to Otto, with his dark eyes and warm smile. Caulin remembered the times Otto cradled him, the times they’d kissed, and the laughter they’d shared. And in a few minutes, they would be married. He was suddenly in front of Otto, Landon slipping away to sit down. Otto took Caulin’s hand, adoration shining in his eyes. “I feel so lucky,” Caulin blurted quietly as the minister began to speak. “I’m the lucky one,” Otto whispered back. “You look stunning.” “So do you.” “Caulin, there are no stars in the sky pre...