Page 27 of Best Friends

Malcolm chuckles, shaking his head. “I don’t think she’s very happy.”

“Good.”

He laughs. “Aww, were you jealous?”

“No.” I meet his amused gaze, happy he got rid of her, but annoyed he didn’t do it sooner.”

“Don’t be mad,” he says softly. “I didn’t even realize she was flirting at first.”

I arch one brow. “You thought she was sticking her tits in your face for some other reason?”

He laughs. “I didn’t notice.”

I blow out a harsh breath. “I’m not buying it.”

His smile fades. “C. I have zero interest in anyone but you. You know that, right?”

“ They don’t always know it though. You should have sent her packing the minute she started hitting on you.”

“Oh, come on. She was harmless.”

I scowl. “She looked right at me when she put her hand on your shoulder and smirked . There’s no way she didn’t know about us, Malc. She’s been in here before many times since we got together.”

He wrinkles his brow. “I wasn’t going to do anything with her.”

“I know that, but I don’t like that she thought you might.”

“Well, she’s dead wrong.”

I see another female omega heading in our direction, eyes pinned on Malcolm, and my patience snaps. I don’t have it in me to watch him fending off omegas all night. “It’s been a stressful day. I’m going home,” I mutter.

“Huh?” Malcolm looks startled. “Already?”

“I’m tired,” I say, sliding off my stool. “You’re probably not ready to head home yet, so I’ll just take an Uber.”

“The hell you will.” He grabs his wallet out of his back pocket, tosses money on the counter, and he rises too. “I’m coming with you.”

“Sure you wouldn’t rather spend the evening with Big Tits Trish?” I grumble, heading outside. I wince at the sun that’s hovering low on the horizon, and shield my eyes with my hand.

Malcolm slips his arm around my waist. “Now calm down, C. I’m sorry I didn’t shut her down quicker, okay? I’ll do better if anyone ever hits on me again.”

“If?” I laugh loudly. “If the day ends in Y some chick will be hitting on you.”

“You get hit on too.”

I scowl. “No I don’t. Not lately. Alphas can smell that I’m with child and you know it. And even if I wasn’t pregnant, you know as well as I do that I never had the luck with women you had.”

“Why are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you. I’m just in a foul mood,” I murmur, heading toward the parking lot. I make a beeline for Malcolm’s red truck. He trots after me and he opens my door for me. His hand is on my back as I climb into the vehicle.

Once he’s behind the wheel, he starts the engine, his expression tense. “I swear on my life I don’t want anyone but you, C.”

I grimace. “I know. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just tired and my feet are swelling.” I close my eyes, resting my forehead against the window. The fatigue is the worst part of my pregnancy. I start my day tired and end my day tired.

We drive home in silence. After he claimed me, Malcolm moved into my place since it’s roomier than his apartment.

When we get back, he follows me upstairs, hovering.

I feel guilty at being hard on him earlier.

He didn’t do anything wrong. He flat-out rejected Trish.

So why am I so grumpy? Hormones, maybe. The doctor did warn me that mood swings were part of the deal.

“Can I run you a bath, C.?” he asks, standing in the doorway of the master bath.

I’m tempted because I do love a nice long bubble bath after work. Malcolm likes to tease me about that. I hesitate and he smiles encouragingly.

“It might help you relax,” he says.

“I guess.” I shrug, unable to deny my need to soak in a warm bath.

“I’ll even wash your hair.” He sounds relieved I’ve agreed as he disappears into the bathroom.

He’s trying so hard to be a good alpha, I’m even guiltier about my bad mood.

I enter the bathroom and he has the water running.

He’s adding jasmine and rose bath salts to the water and the floral scent fills the bathroom.

He’s meticulous about checking the temperature of the water as I slowly unbutton my shirt.

“Sorry I was grumpy,” I mumble.

“It’s okay.”

He stands and comes over to help me undress.

He smiles sweetly at me as he unbuttons the remainder of my buttons.

Then he pushes the shirt off my shoulders and it falls to the tile floor.

Next he undoes my jeans, kissing the side of my neck.

I shiver at the warm press of his full lips on my skin.

I feel calmer now that I have my alpha’s full attention.

Once I’m naked, he leads me to the bath. He shuts off the water and helps me into the big tub. I groan as I sink down into the warm, sudsy water, leaning my head against the tub. He’s still fully dressed, but the look in his eyes as he runs his gaze over my naked body makes me wish he wasn’t.

However, he makes no move to strip. He simply pours warm water over my head and then begins gently washing my hair.

Goosebumps prickle my skin as his strong fingers massage the citrus shampoo into my scalp.

Just his touch turns me on so much my cock is thick and poking out of the bubbles within minutes.

He rinses my hair, and I meet his lusty gaze, but still, he makes no sexual move on me.

He takes a sponge from the side of the tub and he washes my body in careful strokes.

He tortures me by rubbing the sponge over my nipples until they’re hard brown nubs.

He keeps doing that until I’m trembling with lust.

I open my thighs and he smiles, rubbing the soft sponge over my balls and taint. I can’t help the little moan that escapes me when he sets the sponge aside and begins using his hand instead.

Slick seeps from my ass into the water as his deft fingers caress my aching balls and hole.

When he slips a finger inside me, I gasp and arch my back, holding his lusty gaze.

With his other hand he strokes my erection in slow, even strokes.

He slides two more fingers into my ass, and my lips part as I groan loudly.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, C.,” he whispers, his eyes burning into me.

I moan, pumping my hips up into his gripping hand. Every time I fuck his hand, when I sink back down I’m impaled on his seeking fingers. The double sensation of thrusting into his hand, and also having his fingers fucking my ass on the rebound is almost too much to handle.

“Oh, God,” I whimper, pushing down hard on the fingers inside my hole. “More. More.”

“Yeah?” His face is flushed and his shirt is wet from the splashes I’m making as I fuck myself on his hand. I can see the outline of his brown nipples through his wet dress shirt. His crotch is bulged too, showing me he’s as turned on as I am.

“Fuck me,” I beg. “Fuck my ass, Malc.”

“You sure, baby? This is just supposed to be about your pleasure.” Despite his words, I see the greedy hunger in his eyes. They’re silvery blue, like they always are when he’s aroused.

I put my feet on the side of the tub, spreading my thighs wide. “Please, fuck me,” I whine, aching to be taken.

The hungry growl he gives is animalistic.

He was controlling himself for me before, but now that he has the green light, he’s going to take what he needs.

He strips out of his pants fast, but doesn’t bother with his shirt.

Instead, he climbs half-dressed into the tub with me and he’s on top of me within seconds.

Water sloshes over the side of the tub onto the floor, but we’re both past caring. His big hands push my thighs even wider and he lays on top of me. His weight pushes me deeper into the water, but my head is still out. Then the wide head of his cock is pressing against my quaking hole.

He kisses me as he thrusts inside in one brutal move, and my desperate cries are swallowed by him.

My body shakes and trembles as he starts thrusting into me roughly.

He’s not gentle. He’s taking what he wants and I fucking love it.

I dig my nails into his drenched shirt as he fucks me like an animal.

Water slaps my chin and I can’t stop groaning with pleasure.

His big cock thrusting inside my aching hole is so good, I could pass out from the ecstasy he’s giving me.

He digs his fingers into my thighs, his eyes so bright blue they’re blinding.

His teeth are almost bared as he watches me, pounding into me so deep I can’t breathe.

He knows what I need and he’s giving it to me hard.

“You can’t really think I want any of those women, can you, C.?” His voice is hoarse. “Fuck, baby, this is all I want for the rest of my life. Me and you. Just me and you and our babies.”

“Malcolm,” I moan, meeting his fierce thrusts. “I can’t stand the thought of anyone touching you but me.”

“Never again. If anyone puts their hands on me, I’ll tell them to get their fucking hands off of me, okay, baby?”

I nod, my orgasm beginning to spiral up my throbbing cock. The water level has gone down in the tub because we’re fucking so hard. The floor must be flooded, but neither one of us cares. All I want is to feel the hot flush of his seed inside my body.

“Just you, C. Just you for the rest of my fucking life.” The muscles of his throat distend as he grips the side of the tub. His lips part and I feel his cock swell inside me. “Shit, I’m gonna come, baby. I’m going to fill you so full of my seed.”

“Yeah, yeah, fill me full,” I whimper, arching my back as my orgasm slams into me.

I’m not even touching my cock as I come in hot spurts all over his shirt.

There’s only the thrusting of his thick cock inside me, and the rubbing of his clothed torso against my dick.

But that’s more than enough to send me screaming over the edge.

My cries are hoarse as I climax on his cock.