Baby Donor: Poppy Field Mpreg Series, #3

By Beau Brown

Omega Ace Hamilton has a horrible case of baby fever. Working as a receptionist at a fertility clinic only makes things worse because he sees pregnant omegas day in and day out. It's agony watching those happy couples glowing with excitement, when the odds of him ever having a baby are slim to none. He could never afford the artificial insemination procedure, and no alpha will ever get him pregnant the old fashioned way because his younger brother was born with a birth defect. Ace is considered damaged goods by default.

Alpha Wyatt Williams is a donor at the fertility clinic where Ace works. The sexy receptionist catches Wyatt's eye, and when Ace shares his sad predicament, Wyatt offers to help him out by giving him a baby the natural way. Wyatt doesn't admit it, but he's thrilled at the idea of sleeping with the irresistible omega. However, Wyatt makes it clear he wants nothing to do with the pregnancy or the baby after the deed is done.

Ace really wants a baby and he really wants to sleep with the sexy alpha too. But what he's not sure of is whether or not he'll be able to keep his feelings out of the equation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Beau Brown
• Release date: May 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540140241

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BABY DONOR

By Beau Brown

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Chapter One

Ace

There he was again, that gorgeous hunk of an alpha, Wyatt Williams. My pulse spiked when he came through the door of the fertility clinic, and perspiration broke out on my upper lip. The sun behind him back lit him perfectly, as if he were a raven haired angel arriving straight from heaven.

Hell… hello, Mr. Williams. I somehow knocked over my pencil holder, and with my face radiating heat, met his amused gaze. Nice to see you again, sir.

His gaze dropped to my name badge. You too… Ace.

Of course he doesn’t remember my name without looking. Why would he?

Avoiding his gaze, I put all the pens back into the little holder, trying not to look as embarrassed as I felt. Would you like any coffee or tea?

He smiled, dimples forming in his cheeks. No, thank you. He moved to the waiting room just a few feet away and sat down, and I went back to printing invoices.

I watched him surreptitiously under my lashes as he leafed through a magazine. I couldn’t for the life of me understand why he, of all alphas, was at a sperm bank. Surely a man like him had at least a dozen omegas willing to be bred.

Maybe he didn’t want a baby. I sure did. Ever since I was a kid, I’d always dreamed of having a bunch of kids. Omegas weren’t really encouraged to get pregnant unless they had an alpha, and I didn’t. Not that I’d necessarily care about that if I had the option to get pregnant. But with my family history, I’d probably never get an alpha. My younger brother, Kyle, had been born with a deformed hand, and that small imperfection had tainted my desirability from alphas looking to settle down. There weren’t many alphas that wanted to take the chance that my babies would be healthy. They assumed there was something wrong in my family’s genetics. Their fear of my ability to breed healthy babies was ridiculous really because my mom was sure my brother’s issue had been from a virus she’d had during the pregnancy. But that was an awkward thing to try and explain over martinis, so I just didn’t bother to date much.

Sometimes it was hard working at a fertility clinic in my situation. Seeing other omegas come in with their alphas by their side, and their belly’s fat with child was depressing. But I needed to eat, and so I’d taken the job as a receptionist when offered. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, and even a job I found demoralizing paid my bills.

I resented that our society seemed to frown upon single omegas getting pregnant. It made my situation twice as hard. It seemed rather antiquated thinking to me, but who cared what I thought? I was a lowly omega and no one really was interested in my enlightened opinions. If I’d had the money I’d have said fuck you to the establishment’s ideas and gone ahead and used the clinic to get pregnant. But artificial insemination wasn’t cheap, and the clinic didn’t offer employee discounts that I knew of.

I tried not to fixate on Mr. Williams but it wasn’t easy. He was so nice to look at. I swiveled my chair and pretended to be filing some papers so I could stare at him over the counter. He had a beautiful build; wide shoulders and long muscled legs. His offspring would be perfect. They’d probably all get his sky-blue eyes and dark hair. A little ripple of lust went through me as I studied his angular features. Why was he here so often? Did he just like jacking off to dirty magazines in a public setting? That seemed unlikely. Everything about him screamed sophistication, and I knew he must have a better reason for being here every few weeks other than he liked our porn selection.

But what?

The intercom next to my elbow beeped, and I almost jumped out of my seat. I pressed the little red button. Yes?

We’re all set for Mr. Williams in room five. A voice squawked.

Thank you. I stood and called out. Mr. Williams?

He glanced up.

We’re ready for you now.

He stood too, and I moved to the door that separated the reception area from the back area. I met his blank gaze. Just follow me, please.

You’ve got it. He smiled.

My heart bumped in my chest because being so close to him was intoxicating. His cologne smelled clean and masculine, and his arm brushed mine as we went through the doorway together. I felt self-conscious as I walked a little bit ahead of him. It was as if I’d forgotten how to walk with him behind me, and I was relieved when we reached room five. I pushed open the door and moved aside to let him enter the room first.

He walked into the dimly lit room and he stood in the middle of the space, watching me.

The silence was awkward, so I cleared my throat and blurted, We have a new selection of lubes in the cabinet. Many of our clients especially like the X-Drive stimulating lubricant. You might want to give that a go. I winced inwardly.

He probably doesn’t need my help jacking off.

Um… sure. He glanced toward the area we kept lubes. Maybe I’ll check that out.

Right. Well… I’ll just leave you to it then. I moved toward the door.

Wait. He held out his hand. Last time I was here I thought maybe I’d like to watch a… film. But I couldn’t quite figure out the DVD player. Would you mind showing me how it works?

Oh. Of course. Yeah, sorry. I should have shown you before. I headed to the player and stopped in front of the rack it was on. There were about fifty porn DVDs and I hesitated. Do you have a preference of which one you’d like to watch? My cheeks felt warm as I faced him.

He came closer. Um… not really. His laugh was husky.

Well to turn the unit on you just push this red button. I showed him which one I meant. And you slide this thing here over to DVD.

I see. He leaned closer and my gut fluttered. I guess I should have known all this.

Not really. There are far too many buttons on this remote. I don’t know what half of them are for.

He laughed again making my pulse skip happily.

Now we just need to test it with a DVD. I turned back to the rack. Let’s see… there are several popular ones in here.

How do you know which ones are popular? You don’t spy on us in here do you?

Goodness no! My face heated.

His lips twitched. I’m just kidding.

Oh. Of course you are. I grimaced. Little did he know I’d have loved to spy on him given the chance. I only have an inkling of what’s popular because most of the clients forget to put them away after they’ve done their… deed. My voice sounded stiff, and I hoped he didn’t think I was a prude. He had no way of knowing the only reason this conversation made me uncomfortable was because he turned me on. I really, really didn’t want him knowing how attractive I found him.

He inched closer, peering at the DVD selection. Hmmm. I don’t watch a lot of porn, so I’m no expert.

I pointed at one I knew was in high demand. "The Cowboy’s Ache is popular."

He laughed and little tingles went down my spine. God, everything about him, from his smile to his long, tanned fingers, was so fucking sexy.

I’ve never really been into cowboys, he said softly.

I see. I frowned at the rack again. "Well… how about Dick Does Detroit?"

He snorted. Is that a real title?

I couldn’t help but smile at his skeptical tone. Yes. The regulars love it.

Well… how could they not? Who doesn’t love dick?

I laughed. I know I do. I was horrified when I realized I’d said that out loud. I turned to him, my face on fire. Shit. Sorry. That just kind of slipped out.

He was so close that I could see the flare of his nostrils, and there was an odd heat in his eyes. I don’t mind hearing what you like.

Yeah, well this is about you… not me. Feeling rattled by his intense stare I turned back to the DVD collection. I’m not sure I can be much help…. I’m just not sure what your taste is in… porn.

I have eclectic tastes. He reached for one of the little plastic cases and pulled it from its slot. How about this one? Is this one good?

I squinted at his selection and read the title aloud. "The Slutty Receptionist. I slid my gaze to his, and the look he had made my cock warm. If I hadn’t known he was way out of my league, I’d have sworn he was attracted to me. I was a good-looking guy, but he was a god. There was no need for an alpha like him to even notice me. I’ve… never seen it." My voice wobbled.

He licked his lips. Yeah. I want this one.

"You… you want The Slutty Receptionist?" I tried to distract myself by pushing one of the five thousand buttons on the remote.

I definitely prefer my receptionists slutty.

He’s flirting with me?

I laughed a little too loudly. I’ll just get that set up for you. I was not prepared for his teasing demeanor. I had average flirting skills at best. But Wyatt was so sexy I felt out of my element. I took the DVD from him and with trembling hands somehow managed to get it in the player without dropping it. Then I practically tossed the empty case back on the rack and moved toward the door. Well, let me know if you need anything else.

He didn’t respond, he just watched me with a smirk on his handsome face.

Have a good session, Mr. Williams, I said cheerfully.

Thanks. I’ll give it my all. His husky chuckle followed me as I left the room hurriedly, practically slamming the door behind me.

Chapter Two

Wyatt

I’d noticed the receptionist before. He was adorable. But today had been the first time we’d interacted more than Your room is ready, Mr. Williams.

I tried to focus on the movie, but all I could think about was Ace. He had a beautiful slim build and warm dark blue eyes. And his mouth; god what a perfect mouth. Before the movie even got to the first sex scene, my cock was tenting my pants because of Ace and his shy act. I unzipped my fly and pushed my jeans down below my ass. I hadn’t worn any underwear today, anticipating my trip to the fertility clinic.

I leaned my head against the back of the couch and took hold of my erection. The tip was already slick with precum, and I groaned as I squeezed and tugged my dick. I pictured Ace kneeling in front of me, his plump lips wet and ready for me to slide my cock in his mouth.

I’d grab his silky blond hair and fuck his face, pushing my long dick deep into his throat. God, would he want that? Would he struggle or would he suck me dry? What if instead of letting him leave earlier, I’d closed the door and ordered him onto his knees? What would he have done if I’d undone my fly and asked him to suck me? My balls tightened as I pictured coming in his mouth, and my sticky release dribbling down his chin.

Oh, fuck, I wheezed, pumping my dick roughly. I usually had a little more trouble getting into this than I had today, and I knew it was all because of my five minutes with Ace.

Who doesn’t like dick?

I know I do.

Yeah, Ace? You like dick? I whispered. How would you like my cock in your tight ass instead of your mouth? I imagined him on his hands and knees, his ass in the air and his pink hole just waiting for me to plunder. My heart slammed my ribs as I fantasized about crouching behind him and sliding my thick cock into his tender opening. Oh, shit. I’d fuck you so hard. I’d come in your ass and fill you so full you’d smell of my spunk for a week.

I moaned and stroked myself harder. It was hard to meet guys who were into me just because they found me attractive. I was the CEO of Foot Fantastic and most of the omegas I ran into at my company just wanted to snag a rich husband. I hadn’t met an omega who turned

Reviews for Baby Donor

[L'eau · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

It was sweet. I'm glad the cutting of the umbilical cord was more accurate in this book compared to the previous one. The timing of the contractions was worrying though.