“Take me to bed,” I panted, my need palpable.
“Shouldn’t we talk?” he asked, taking a step back to give me some relief from his scent like the gentleman that he was. I was so not in the mood for a gentleman right then.
“Talk later “ I closed the distance he had given me, placing my hand on his chest. “I need you now.”
“Thank fucking goodness,” he mumbled as he grabbed my hand.
And with that, we were flying through the place until we ended up in the hallway where the bedrooms were. He was giving me a choice. Mine or his, even though they were both technically his.
“Mine.” I meant the bedroom, but the way his nostril flared, I knew it hit a primal part of him. To be fair, it sounded right to me, as well. Mine. Could he ever be mine? I had no idea what the future held, but for tonight he was going to be and I would be his.
We bound into the room, not bothering to kick it shut. Aiden grabbed at my shirt, pulling it loose and over my head, mumbling words of appreciation the entire time. As the shirt drifted to the floor, he began to kiss my neck, also known as my weakness, which he quickly realized as a moan escaped my lips and my hands began to fumble as they attempted to remove his shirt. He finally tore his lips from my neck with a grunt of amusement as he took off his shirt. I had wanted to unwrap him, but there would be no complaint out of me At least not as his chest was in front of me in all its muscular glory.
“Beautiful.” I spoke with reverence.
“Yes.” He leaned in, kissing just below my ear. “You are.”
The urgency wasn’t any less than when we walked in, it was quite possibly more, but something changed in that moment. Something bigger than I could think about with his naked chest staring at me and his lips on my neck.
I began to work his belt, “accidentally” rubbing against his bulging cock beneath his pants as I did, to which he responded with his teeth on my neck. If he kept punishing me with little nips every time I “accidentally” tormented him it was going to happen a helluva lot. It wasn’t long before I managed to open the belt and button. I slid my hand down the front of his pants, not willing to take the time to unzip him first.
The moan that escaped his lips as my hand first enveloped him was magic to my ears. I’d done that. Me. With my hand.
I felt us moving backward, presumably to the bed. I was so on board with that plan. I continued to stroke him beneath his clothing with one hand as I somehow managed the zipper with the other. By the time the back of my legs hit the bed, I was pulling his pants down completely, watching his cock bounce free. I knew it was magnificent the moment I got my hand around it. Or more accurately, mostly around it. It was a thing of beauty, all hard and thick and glistening at the tip where a drop of pre-cum beckoned my tongue.
I went to drop to my knees, but his hands stopped me, gripping my shoulders.
“As much as I want that, and I so very much do, I need to be inside you.”
I was so down with that plan. Slamming into me. Filling me. Knotting me.
“Which is exactly where I need you to be, I just need to lick you clean first.” With that, his hands left my shoulders and I went to the floor, my tongue darting out of my mouth and licking his from base to tip, enjoying the way his scent deepened with every second.
“Chris, I do believe you’ll be the death of me,” he mumbled as his hand found the back of my head, grabbing a handful of hair as he did.
Aiden was wrong. He was going to be the death of me.
29
Aiden
I felt like I could breathe again, having Chris here, in my bed, where he was supposed to be. I don't know how long we would have gone without confessing our need for each other if it weren't for Ethan, and for that, I was grateful to the asshole.
All thoughts of anyone else fled my brain as Chris went down on me, sucking my brains out through my dick. His mouth was soft, his tongue fucking talented. The smooth warmth of his mouth was glorious, but even still, I couldn't wait to get my cock inside him. To knot him. To claim him as much as I could.
Well shit. That... that was a lot of emotion. Then Chris twisted his tongue around the head of my cock and any thought of anything other than him fled. I pushed him off roughly, his mouth popping free of my cock with a sinfully wet sound and his half-lidded eyes looked up at me as if he were drugged. I pulled him up and spun him around to the bed, pinning him with my glare, his lips slick with spit. Damn, he was even more beautiful than I'd ever imagined.
"Clothes. Off. Now," I grunted, my hands making quick work of his pants. Within seconds he'd squirmed out of his shirt and I'd tossed his pants and boxers aside. He reached down and grabbed his cock, working it up and down in slow, smooth motions. "Mine," I growled, and thrust his hands above his head, pinning them. Our erections bumped together and I ground into him, needing more friction. He gasped underneath me. "You like that?"
"It's tolerable," Chris gasped.
Oh, he thought he was funny. I stopped moving and he groaned in displeasure.
"Don't stop!" he begged.
"Oh? I thought it was merely tolerable. You don't mind if I stop this merely tolerable activity, do you?"
"Fuck, Aiden." It was obscene, the word coming from his sweet mouth, and it made me harder hearing it rasp against my ears. "I need you so bad I can barely think!"
"You're doing too much thinking in my opinion, if you're capable of making sarcastic remarks."
"I swear if you don't start moving..."
"You'll what?" It would have been fun to see what he would have scrambled to come up with, but before he could respond, I claimed his lips and started thrusting again. I loved the way my cock hit the bottom of his slightly rounded belly. I pushed back to caress his curves. "You're amazing," I whispered. "This, this is amazing."
Chris propped himself up on his elbows with a soft smile. "The baby or the sex?"
"Both," I replied, taking his lips in a soft kiss.
"Aiden," Chris murmured.
"Yeah?"
"If you don't get that cock inside me, I'm going to have to bust out my toys and take matters into my own hands. Literally."
I nipped at his lower lip and pushed off the bed. "Cocky, aren't you? Wait one moment."
He leaned back and stroked his cock. "I won't wait too long," he warned.
Fuck me, that was a beautiful sight. I hurriedly jerked my nightstand open and pulled out a condom and lube, rushing back to settle between Chris's legs.
"I've been thinking about this for months," I confessed.
"Really?"
"Having you laid out before me. Willing to take whatever I have to give you. I have to say, though..." I caressed his rounded stomach again. "I never imagined this."
"Oh..." Chris sounded disappointed. Or nervous. "I'm s—sorry."
"Don't be. It's better than I ever imagined."
His smile was slow, but blinding, and I couldn't take the fierce emotion that rose in me with it. I wanted to protect this man and his child from anyone or anything that might even think of hurting them. Myself included. My fingers drifted down his inner though and teased his crack. Hell, he was dripping wet. I slid one finger through the slick liquid, just grazing his hot, tight hole.
"Did you ever think of me?"
"Huh? What?" Chris's eyes had glazed over.
"Did you ever think of me before all of this?" When he still looked confused, I pressed the tip of one finger into him. "In a sexual way."
The moan he let out was ten times better than any porno I'd ever seen. "Yes!" he gasped.
"You're not being very clear tonight, Chris," I teased. "Yes you like it, or yes you thought of me?"
"Both, you alpha bastard."
I chuckled and pressed my finger in a little more so that I could curl it, prompting squirms and more gasps from Chris. "What did you think of?"
"Everything," Chris said.
"That's not very descriptive," I complained. "Details."
"Ah! I thought of you taking
me in the shower. I thought you pulling me from behind the counter at work, pushing me into the bathroom and taking me right there. I thought of you knotting me a million times."
I had to squeeze the base of my cock as the words came spilling out of Chris, pushing me to a whole new level of intensity. I slid the rest of my finger in to reward Chris, rubbing my finger—right—there!
The curses Chris let out... my balls drew up and I grasped my cock even harder, my knot already starting to bulge under my hand.
“Remember those toys you had me pack up at your old apartment?”
Chris’s face took on an entirely new shade of red. “Don’t remind me.”
“Oh, but I can’t forget. Have you ever used them while thinking of me?” I held my breath in anticipation of his answer.
“Yes,” he gasped. The idea of Chris playing with his sweet hole while thinking of me was intoxicating.
“I don’t want you to use them anymore,” I growled. “Not unless I’m watching.”
"For fuck's sake, Aiden, get in me."
I had no arguments with that, with a little more prep. I hurriedly pumped two fingers into him, and Chris hissed at the sudden burn, but his hisses quickly morphed into moans of pleasure. And then I was rolling on the condom and pushing his knees up to his chest. I grazed his now loose hole with my fingertips, then pressed the blunt head of my cock against his entrance.
"Stop being a fucking tease," Chris urged. "I need you now!"
As much as I wanted to fuck Chris into the bed so hard he wouldn't be able to walk for days, I didn't want him to regret this. So I took my time. My agonizing, tortuous time. Chris twisted and bucked underneath me, trying to force me in faster than I planned, but I held my own and soon enough, I was fully sheathed in his body. Being surrounded by Chris was like coming home. Warm. Safe. Heavenly. I took a moment to bask in the feeling of rightness, and then Chris bucked his hips again with a look that promised retribution if I didn't get to work. I wanted to know exactly how that would play out, but some other time. I started thrusting, slowly at first, but soon my balls were slapping against Chris's ass and his knees were over my shoulders. Chris reached for his cock again and this time I let him, his hands moving counterpoint to my thrusts, and then he was coming around me, squeezing my cock deliciously tight at he screamed out my name. Just seconds later I followed him, pumping my knot into him with a yell just before I exploded, my hips slowing down until I collapsed over Chris.
I was dripping sweat, but he wasn't much better. After a minute, Chris shifted uncomfortably beneath me and I sat up to push his one leg over my head and twist us around so that I was spooning him, my knot still locked inside him, tying us together. At least for the next while.
30
Chris
As I started to catch my breath and come down from the orgasmic high I’d just experienced, I shifted down to pinch myself, only to have Aiden give me a reassuring squeeze. It really happened. This was real. I’d just had mind-blowing sex with the man that had starred in every last fantasy, every last wet dream, and every bout of alone time I’d had pretty much since the very first time I made him a pour over.
“That was…” I was still panting, but at least my words were coherent which, they would not have been only moments earlier.
“It was that and more.” He kissed my shoulder chastely before giving it a very sultry nip. The odd combination of innocence and heat had the memory of our steamy encounter flashing before me. If he kept it up, I was going to be ready for round two before his knot went down enough to separate our bodies. Not that I wanted to be separated. I wanted to be wrapped up in his arms for as long as humanly possible. I felt warm, safe, and loved as he held me close, our bodies joined.
I had been with far more alphas than I cared to admit, and every encounter had ended with me counting the moments until their knot grew soft enough for me to get out so I could clean up, that is, if I couldn’t avoid the knotting in the first place. Their knots had made me feel trapped. This time, I felt whole. Protected.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” I twined our fingers together settling them on my belly. “I panicked.” Acted like a basket case and freak.
“No, I’m the one that’s sorry. If I had just manned up and told Ethan the situation, none of this would’ve happened.” Regret hung heavy in his words, and I needed it to go away. This was a happy moment and the past was exactly that…the past. It couldn’t be changed and if it could, this moment, right here, might never have happened. And I wouldn’t give up this moment for anything.
“A whole lot of the this that happened was well worth the rest of this.” I pulled his hand up and kissed each of his fingertips before placing our joined hands back on my belly. It felt good there – right.
“It was amazing.” His teeth grazed the side of my neck before he gave it a little suck and a kiss. That was going to leave a mark. Good. I wanted to be marked. In some caveman way, it made me his. “You’re amazing.”
“I wish it changed things.” I bit my tongue as soon as I said it. Why did I feel compelled to spit out everything I was thinking right then?
“It will. It did. We’ve spent so much time hiding our feelings, and now that wall is gone.” His teeth once again grazed my neck.
“Except I’m still pregnant and she’s still not yours.” I willed myself not to cry. I loved this baby more than I thought I was capable of loving anyone, and I hated that I held regret for anything connected to her.
“You really need to tell Will and find out his intentions.”
He wasn’t wrong. “I know, but I’m scared.” And that was the truth of it. I was a chicken shit loserhead.
“Scared he will want the baby or scared he will cause you harm?” Aiden asked through clenched teeth. We hadn’t talked a ton about Will and he couldn’t have known that he wasn’t the type to lose his temper in a physical way.
“Scared of what his response will mean for us.” I took a deep breath and asked what I really wanted to know, “We are an us now, right?”
“Yes, my love, we are an us.” He pulled me in even closer, which I hadn’t known was possible, his knot moving just enough to make me squirm in the good way. “And whatever his reaction is, we will deal with it. I want to be as much a part of this little girl’s life as you want. I will never push to take more and never settle for less. If Will wants to co-parent, I’ll do all I can to make that best for both you and her. If Will wants no part of her life, I will help you find a lawyer to make it legal so he can’t change his mind in the future and cause undue chaos in her life. In our lives. If the time then comes that you are ready to bond and make a family with me, I will be the best stepfather ever or, if the situation is legally feasible and you agree, I’d be honored to adopt her as my own.” He ended each sentence with a kiss on my shoulder, and for the first time since he turned us so we could spoon, I wished we were still face to face so I could see the truth I knew was in his eyes and return his kisses.
He’d just promised me the world and this time my tears did flow. This time they were tears of joy. Aiden was mine regardless of Will.
“I need to talk to him.” And I would, as soon as possible. I needed to man up and do what was right by me, my baby, and my alpha. Hiding had been a dick move. Will would have every right to take my sorry ass to court. He might have said he didn’t want babies, and in those exact words, but those were hypothetical babies. This one was real.
“I can go with you if you want, or at least bring you so you don’t feel trapped and alone but still have privacy.” As if he couldn’t get any sweeter.
“You’d really do that?”
“Of course I would. Sometimes you need to be private, yet know you’re not alone.”
“No, I meant about Rosemary.” My brain was still stuck on his earlier proclamation.
“Is that her name? Rosemary?” It sounded sweet coming from his lips. It was a name I’d been toying with but once he spoke it, I knew it was her name. He rubbed my belly
as he said the name again, this time in a whisper.
“I think so, yes.”
“It’s a beautiful name.” His nose rubbed the crux of my neck as hi inhaled deeply, pulling in my scent. Damn, that was sexy. “And yes, I meant it with all that I am.”
“How did I get so lucky?” I mused.
“I was just asking myself the very same thing.”
31
Aiden
Chris fell asleep in my arms, but I lay wide awake. He was already worried enough about Will, and I didn't want to add to that. But I was just as terrified of what Will's reaction might be. Maybe more so, because no matter what happened, this little girl would always be Chris's, but if Will wanted to be a jackass, my role might have to be diminished from what I wanted it to be. And I wanted it to be...everything. I wanted Chris. I wanted his little girl. I wanted her to call me daddy. Or father. Whatever we decided. But I would take whatever I could get. Whatever Chris would allow me to take.
I caressed his rounded stomach and a ghost of a smile flitted across Chris's face. I'd never really thought about kids before meeting Chris. Before this little one. I mean, I'd always assumed I would have them, someday, but it had always been an abstract future. But the future was in front of me now. Everything I wanted was here, in my bed, sleeping.
There was a sudden movement under my hand. A tiny "pop." Could it be...? I'd not felt Rosemary kick before. I spread my fingers wide, holding my breath. And then she did it again. This time, I was paying closer attention and I saw my hand and Chris's belly jump as our little girl showed she wasn't as asleep as her dad. "Chris," I whispered, nudging him with my shoulder, but refusing to remove my hand. "Chris, she's kicking!"
His eyes blinked open sleepily. "What's going on?"
"Rosemary. She kicked and I felt her!"
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