Page 28 of Best Friends

The hot pulse of his cum pouring inside my quaking ass makes my orgasm so delicious. My body opens to his seed. Even though I’m already pregnant, my body can’t resist soaking up his release. We thrust against each other, seeking maximum friction and pleasure as our climaxes wash through us.

He fucks me like a stallion until he begins to soften and my moans fade to nothing.

I can barely open my eyes I’m so satiated.

He pinches his dick to stop the knot from forming, and he gently pulls out of me.

The bubbles are mostly gone, and the water is milky from all the seed and slick.

He stumbles to his feet. Water sloshing everywhere.

He’s panting, as he manages to open the drain and release the water.

Then he turns the faucets on again and he rinses my body clean.

He strips his wet shirt off, and even though I just came, the sight of his naked, muscular body makes my dick twitch.

He’s so fucking hot, and I can’t believe how into him I am.

His thick masculine thighs and sinewy biceps turns me on more than anyone else ever has.

He helps me stand and dries me off with a fluffy towel. Then he leads me into the bedroom and helps me under the covers. The second my head hits the pillow, I’m out. Cocooned in warm sheets and my body relaxed from the warm bath and sex, I fall into a deep sleep.

I wake up a few hour later to the scent of something delicious cooking in the other room. I get out of bed and pull on sweatpants and a T-shirt. When I wander into the kitchen, Malcolm is sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of iced tea. He smiles when he sees me and he stands.

“You’re awake.” He comes over and he gently kisses me. He brushes the hair off my forehead, his eyes warm. “I made stir fry.”

“I didn’t know you knew how to make stir fry.”

He smirks. “Neither did I.”

“Well, it smells great.” I take a seat across from his as I watch him move around the kitchen, filling our plates with food.

He sets a plate of stir fry in front of me and I stare down at the plate.

The steam curls upward, carrying that sharp, savory scent of ginger, garlic, maybe a hint of sesame.

The colors are a chaotic mix of red bell pepper, bright green broccoli, those thin slices of carrot that somehow still hold their crunch.

Chicken glistens with a caramelized sauce that clings like glaze.

My first bite has me nodding happily. “Damn, that’s good, Malc.”

He beams. “Yeah?” He takes a bite and his dark brows lift. “That is good. Not bad for my first attempt.”

We eat in silence, but it’s a comfortable silence. My bad mood has vanished after hot sex and a nice nap. Once we’ve eaten our fill, we do the dishes together. Malcolm tries to make me go into the living room, but I feel too guilty not helping.

We watch a game after dinner, snuggled on the couch. Malcolm nuzzles me constantly, as if he can’t get enough of my scent. Our team wins, and Malcolm shuts off the TV.

“When’s your next doctor appointment?” he asks.

“It’s in a few weeks. It’ll be the three month checkup.” I rub my stomach, sighing. “I’m looking forward to the first trimester being over. The nausea should disappear then.”

“I’m looking forward to your belly getting bigger.” He runs his calloused hand over my stomach.

I laugh. “Are you?”

“Yeah.”

I frown. “I’m not. What’s fun about pants being too tight?”

“We can get you those stretchy maternity pants.” He grins at my gasp of outrage. “What? Don’t all omegas wear them?”

“I will never wear those. I’d rather go without pants.”

He nods. “That’s a tradeoff I can get behind.”

I roll my eyes and we fall silent.

After a few minutes, he says softly, “How late into the pregnancy do you plan on working the streets?”

I wrinkle my brow. “What do you mean?”

He hesitates. “I guess when Chey said that perp elbowed you in the stomach today, it got me thinking. I know it wasn’t a big deal, but that’s mostly because you’re not very far along. If he’d hit you in the stomach when you’re maybe four months along, that could be more dangerous.”

I try not to bristle at the idea I need to stop actively patrolling the streets with Cheyenne.

I know that he’s only bringing that up because he’s worried about my safety and that of the baby’s.

Still, it’s frustrating. I love my job and I don’t want to push paper around and answer the phones all day.

I didn’t become a cop to do that sort of thing.

“I’m not trying to control you,” he says softly.

I look up at him. “I know that.”

He lets out a shaky breath. “Okay, good. I couldn’t tell from your expression if you were mad or not.”

“I’m not mad.” I lean my head against his broad shoulder.

“You’re just trying to protect me and the kid.

I get it. That guy today, he caught me off guard.

When he managed to land that hit, it was a bit of a wakeup call, if I’m honest. While I love my job, it’s not like I want to do anything that hurts the baby. My real job is to protect this child.”

“It’s our job.”

“Right. It’s our job. But I’m the one who has to pull the trigger on when to stop patrolling with Cheyenne.”

“Yes.” He laces our fingers. “I trust your judgement.”

I smile because that means a lot to me for him to say that.

In the beginning, Malcolm seemed to feel he had to micromanage everything about my pregnancy.

It made me feel like he didn’t respect me or trust my ability to protect our child.

Now I realize that was just his alpha traits taking over.

We’re both at the mercy of our primal instincts much of the time.

That’s something that has increased more and more since The Claiming and pregnancy.

“Maybe I’ll tell Captain Jones I’m ready to ride a desk starting in my fourth month.” My voice wobbles because it’s a difficult decision.

“You sure, C.?” His voice is carefully hopeful.

I nod. “Yeah. Once the baby is born and my maternity leave is over, then I’ll get back on patrol. My job will be waiting for me, so there’s no reason for me to be reckless with the safety of the baby.”

“You have many, many years ahead of you to be on patrol.” He squeezes my fingers. “I’m not the kind of alpha who’s going to insist you pop out a bunch of babies. If you just want this one, that’s fine with me. I just want you happy, C.”

I smile up at him, my heart squeezing at the affection in his eyes. “I want the same for you.”

He swallows hard. “I couldn’t be any happier. I’ve got everything I want right here in my arms.”

My eyes sting and I wipe roughly at them. “Fuck, this pregnancy is turning me into a sap.”

He laughs softly. “I like that you show your emotions more lately.”

“Do you?”

“Yep.” He grins. “You’ve always been really good at hiding your emotions. I think that’s why it took me so long to make my move on you.”

I sit up on my elbow and meet his gaze. “Chey says you planned to seduce me at the fishing convention. Is that true?”

His cheeks flush. “Not exactly. I… I had no plan going into the weekend. But then when the girls weren’t playing nice, I figured it was the perfect opportunity for me to feel you out. I wanted to see if maybe you were attracted to me too.”

I widen my eyes. “So you already realized you were attracted to men?”

He shakes his head. “Not men. You. I’d been having sexual feeling for you for years before I made a move.” He gives an embarrassed laugh. “My mom thinks we’re fated mates.”

I blink at him in shock. “She does? Why would she think that?”

He brings our clasped hands up to his lips.

“Because.” His breath is warm against my knuckles.

“The minute we met, we were inseparable. I knew the second I saw you in your little blue overalls grumbling on your porch, that you belonged to me, C. I didn’t realize it was ever going to be romantic until about five years ago. ”

“Five years,” I repeat, surprise rippling through me.

“Yep. I pushed it down and just enjoyed the women who wanted me.” He licks his lips. “But deep down, I wanted you and only you.”

I lie down again and we lie chest to chest, staring into each other’s eyes. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

He shrugs. “I knew you weren’t ready.”

“How did you know I’d be ready at the convention?”

He grimaces. “I… I wasn’t a hundred percent sure you would be. But your scent had changed the last year, and I had a feeling you were maturing enough to know what you really wanted.”

“My scent changed,” I mumble.

“Yep. It got grassier and sweeter. I’d read that can signal an omega is maturing and preparing for their mate.

” He gives a nervous laugh. “I was scared as hell that weekend. I mean, just because you were maturing and preparing for your mate didn’t mean you’d ever see me as your mate. But I… I had to try.”

I bite my bottom lip. “I still remember that first kiss in the elevator.”

His eyes flicker with heat. “I couldn’t fucking believe it when you kissed me back. And then when you went along with sucking each other off, I… I was so happy. Terrified, but so fucking happy.”

I frown. “But when we got back to everyday life, you went back to flirting with women.”

“I didn’t want to pressure you. Overwhelm you.” He laughs sheepishly. “You’re so fucking hard to read, C. I… I was scared that I’d pushed you too far. Then you started acting so cold and avoiding me and I thought I truly had fucked everything up with you.”

I hesitate. “I was avoiding you because I couldn’t handle watching you with anyone else. It was too painful. And you were acting like nothing had happened between us, which confused the fuck out of me.”

He strokes a finger down my cheek. “There’s no handbook on how to transition your straight friendship into a gay one. I was as confused as you. I figured maybe we should just go back to fucking women together until another opportunity to be together sexually presented itself.”

I laugh. “You mean another fishing convention?”

He winces. “I’m just so fucking relieved we worked it all out. From the minute I kissed you, I knew you had to be mine. My omega, not just my friend.” His nostrils flare as he watches me. “Now you have my baby inside you.”

I shiver. “Yeah. You got me pregnant, Malc.”

“Sure did,” he rumbles. “I fucked you bare and spilled my seed into your womb, and your body accepted my sperm. Your body recognized my alpha seed.”

I laugh nervously, but my dick is hard. Wordlessly, we push our sweats down and within seconds he’s inside me.

I cry out as his thick cock slides deep inside my aching ass, and he thrust deep and slow, staring into my eyes.

He bites my bottom lip, tugging at it painfully.

I groan and wrap my legs around his hips, meeting his aggressive thrusts.

This is a quick, needy fuck spurred on by dirty talk and memories of being bred.

Within minutes, I’m arching into him, crying out wantonly as he comes inside me hot and sweet.

My body trembles as I take his seed in, eyes locked as my alpha marks me from the inside.

The hot pulse of his cum makes my dick spill against our heaving abdomens.

I hold him tight as my orgasm washes over me, bathing me in the most delicious sensations.

He kisses me gently as our orgasms fade.

We’re still connected, his heavy cock still buried inside me.

Nothing feels better than being with my alpha.

I’m most content when in his arms. In his presence.

I’ve always felt that with Malcolm, so maybe there’s some truth to the idea we’re fated mates.

It’s not something I ever believed in until now.

But the searing possessiveness I feel toward Malcolm is all the convincing I need.

I suppose it shows how much I’ve changed that I love the idea of Malcolm being fated for me. I love the idea that, all along, the universe had this plan for us to meet. To become best friends. For us to be lifelong mates.

It’s a strange irony that an omega like me, who hated being in the spotlight, would have somehow captured the attention of the fucking universe .