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BABYMOON

Ivor

“Please thank your parents for us,” my mate said to Daire as he buckled my seatbelt. Going anywhere these days with the bump was kind of an ordeal. My belly walked into a room before I did.

“You can tell them yourself,” the grizzly shifter told us as his parents pulled up behind us.

“Great.” Ryder’s fake-ass voice might have fooled a stranger but neither Daire nor I were taken in by it. “You stay here,” Ryder instructed me and I was thankful I didn’t have to heave myself out of the car with or without his help. And if I did, I’d need to pee again and that would mean waddling inside. And then we’d never get to the beach.

“I can’t tell you how much we appreciate you offering us the beach house this weekend.” Ryder’s voice drifted in the open window as he shook hands with Daire’s folks.

Estate . I always thought of it as an estate.

“We’re appreciative of how you’ve been a good friend to our son,” Daire’s alpha dad said.

Hurry up, Ryder. You’ve said thank you, now let’s go. I wound up the window, shutting out their voices.

This weekend was our babymoon. The last chance we’d have to sleep in late, eat whenever we wanted and maybe have sex, though I was more interested in sleep and cuddles than sex.

Daire’s folks had given us the use of the estate for the weekend and while me and the bump would swim in the pool and not risk being smacked by a wave, walking along the sand in the evening and listening to the waves crash on the shore was just what I needed.

I’d finally gotten the baby’s room the way I wanted, after more than one coat of paint and tearing off the wallpaper I’d had put up before we moved in. Crossing that off my list took a weight off my shoulders. Not that our baby would care whether she had horses or dinosaurs on the wall when we brought her home.

When Ryder couldn't find me, he’d walk in the nursery and I’d be on the day bed, ‘cause no way would I make it to the floor, folding and refolding baby clothes. Nesting. That’s exactly what it was. Making sure I was ready for our daughter.

With a final head nod and an awkward wave to Daire’s folks, Ryder got in the car and we took off. “I hope they weren’t at the manor to give their son a hard time,” I noted.

“Actually, no. They said how proud they were of him that he’d created not one but two careers.”

“Is that a joke?” I asked.

“Nope.”

“Wow. Go, Daire. Maybe he can stop chasing his parents' approval,” I said.

“Love, can I ask a favor?” He didn't wait for my reply. “Let’s not talk about our friend or his folks this weekend. It’s just you and me, lying by the pool, having our food brought to us and enjoying being just us two before the baby arrives.”

“I second that.”

As we sped down the road, I dozed off and woke as Ryder drove into the beach-fronting estate. My mate hadn’t been here since the weekend we shared a room, but I had, and I was determined not to allow those memories of not being with Ryder and the whole asswipe episode ruin our time together. Joy had given me coping techniques such as deep breathing to help.

But from the moment my mate turned off the ignition, our bags were whisked away by the chef’s mate, the housekeeper, and we were asked by the chef what time we wanted dinner. He’d already emailed us giving a choice for the main course and suggesting a dessert. I was way past the ice cream stage and was into chocolate eclairs, and he said he’d whip up a batch.

“Cocktails will be served on the terrace in an hour,” he told us. Plenty of non-alcoholic ones for you, Ivor.” He turned away. “Unless you’d prefer to eat in your room.”

We agreed we’d like to be by the pool. Once the baby arrived, I’d be seeing a lot of the inside of 1A at the manor. When we got to the room, Ryder stuck his head into the bathroom. “Well hello, huge bathroom. I’ve missed you.”

“The one in 1A is pretty big,” I reminded him as I studied the view of the beach. “And we have two bathrooms at home now.” It was still odd referring to 1A as home again. I’d lived there with Daire but I’d been someone’s roommate. Now I was a mate .

“But this one is massive,” my mate pointed out. He jerked his head toward the big tub. “Hoping we can spend some time here before we leave.”

Getting in and out of the bath, even with Ryder’s help, seemed like an effort but being surrounded by warm water and bubbles while leaning against my mate’s chest as he gave me a hand job would be the perfect way to finish the day.

I sank onto the bed and put my feet up. I peered over the bump and waved to my toes as I wriggled them. “Me too, because if you don’t shower all weekend, you’re not coming anywhere near me.”

The joy on his face evaporated, and he cocked his head. “I was talking about?—”

“Gotcha,” I giggled.

He climbed on the bed and crawled toward me growling. The look in his eyes was pure lust. “You tricked me.”

“I did.” I raised a brow. “What are you going to do about it?”

“The punishment is that I get to undress you and give you a blow job.”

My ass was suddenly slippery as slick slid from my hole. But then another urge came over me and I screwed up my face. “I just need to pee first. Hold that thought.”

Ryder helped me off the bed and I waddled to the bathroom. But when I was done, I leaned against the doorway, making what I hoped was a sexy pose. “Hey, good looking.”

My stag shifter was naked, his cock standing at attention. But his eyes were closed. And not in a hot, I’m pretending to sleep and then pounce on you way. No, he was asleep. Falling asleep whenever I got on the sofa or couch was my thing. And wasn’t the napping whenever you can concept supposed to happen after the baby was born?

But it occurred to me Ryder had been spending long days at the office in preparation for the birth, when he’d be taking time off. Though being the boss, he’d be in constant contact because even though Trey was efficient, he couldn’t manage everything by himself, especially as the company, small as it was, had expanded. My mate was not only getting ahead of things he had to do, but making sure the omega was ready to handle the extra responsibility.

I got into bed and covered Ryder up as best I could and called the chef, asking if the cocktails and mocktails could be served on our balcony and whether we could have dinner in the room.

The chef and his mate arrived with everything on two tray tables. Drinking a Shirley Temple and eating a chocolate eclair before having my main course was so decadent. As I was licking cream from around my lips, Ryder’s eyes snapped open. “You’re back?”

“Huh?”

“You went to pee. And now I’m going to suck your dick and make you come.”

I shoved an eclair into his mouth instead. His eyes narrowed. “Not what I was expecting between my lips.” He took a bite, swallowed and said, “I’m sorry, love. I fell asleep.”

After taking another sip of my mocktail, I gave him a peck on the cheek. “We have all weekend and the rest of our lives.”

“If you say so. And that eclair was sensational. More please?” I hesitated and he stuck out his bottom lip. Is that how our daughter will react when I refuse to give her something? It was kinda cute and I joked, “Open wide,” and he did. I fed him another bite.

My mate groaned and fluttered his eye lashes. “Yum.” His come-hither eyes didn’t fool me. He might be enamored with the food but his mind was on sex. And when he licked around his mouth, my cock responded.

“What do you think of cream on cock? Cock with cream? Cock au cream?” he asked, his voice husky.

I gulped a mouthful of my Shirley Temple as Ryder threw off the bed covers revealing his arousal.

“Let’s see what we have under here?” Ryder stuck his head under the covers and swirled his tongue over the tip of my length and then licked down one side of the shaft and back up the other side.

“Gods, no,” I shouted.

He popped his head out. “You didn’t… did you?”

“I need to pee.” Damn that mocktail. “Hold that thought and don’t move.”