Page 32 of Best Friends

The way he says ‘our baby’ makes my chest tight with emotion. I lean back against him, feeling the solid warmth of his chest against my shoulders. He wraps his arms around my belly from behind. The big rough palms of his hands cupping my stomach.

“I know I fight you a lot, but sometimes I kind of like how protective you are,” I confess, covering his hands with mine where they rest on my belly. “It shows how much you love me.”

“I’d die without you,” he murmurs against my neck.

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” He nips my nape. “That’s one reason I’m such a bossy asshole. Maybe I should just wrap you in bubble wrap to keep you safe.” He chuckles. “Just until the baby is born.”

“No, the plastic might be toxic for the baby.” I smirk.

He laughs. “That’s the only reason you don’t like my idea?”

“Well, it would also make fucking very difficult.”

“Then screw the bubble wrap plan. Cuz I need to fuck you, C.” His breath is hot on my skin.

“I like the sound of that.” I press my ass against him as I speak.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you right now, baby?” His hands are gentle as they wash paint from my skin, careful around my sensitive nipples and the stretched skin of my belly.

“Please,” I mumble, my arousal spiking. “Sorry I want sex so much.”

He laughs. “That’s one thing you’ll never need to apologize for, C. I’m insatiable when it come to you.”

“You sure I’m not too horny?” My cheeks are hot.

“Fuck, no.” He kneels to clean the paint from my legs, I have to brace myself against the shower wall, my balance completely off. His mouth is only inches from my cock, and I push my hips forward and brush the tip against his lips.

He groans and looks up at me. “You impatient, C.?”

“Yeah, I want you to give me what I need.” Lately I’ve enjoyed a little role play with Malcolm. Usually, I resent his attempts to boss me around, but during sex, I get off on it. I get off on the idea I’m at his whim.

He looks up at me, water droplets clinging to his lashes, and I see the want in his eyes. “You want me to take charge?”

“You fucking know I do,” I breathe.

A dirty little smile hovers on his full lips. “Sex is the one time you like me to be in charge, right, baby?” His eyes glitter with hunger.

“Yeah, use me however you want.”

“My pleasure. I think I’ll taste you before I fuck you hard.

” He rubs his big hands all over my body, dislodging the remaining paint.

He sinks back to his knees and his mouth is on me, warm and perfect.

I lean back against the shower wall, my swollen belly jutting out obscenely.

The warm water cascades over us, slicking my skin and relaxing my tense muscles.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his wet hair. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

He groans around my cock, the vibration making me shudder, and I thrust forward, desperate for more. He sucks me for a few perfect moments, teasing and tugging until my legs are trembling. But then he pulls his mouth from my dick and he stands.

“More,” I beg.

“Patience,” he chides. He turns me around, pressing his chest against my back. The tile is chilled against my big belly and shoulders, but his muscular body is warm. His cock slides between my ass cheeks, hot and hard, and I push back, desperate for him to fill me.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I whimper, knowing full well that’s what we both want.

“Oh, yeah. Whether you want it or not, you’re taking my cock in this tight little hole, baby.” His thick finger circles my tight hole, smearing the slick that’s dripping out of me and using it as lube.

I moan and spread my legs wider.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, pushing one finger inside me, curling it just right to make me cry out. He adds another finger, stretching me open, and I’m fucking babbling, begging him to fuck me, to ruin me, to claim me completely.

Malcolm’s hands are all over me—rough and possessive, like he owns every inch of my pregnant body. His fingers trail down my chest, pinching my sensitive nipples until I moan, the sound echoing in the shower.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, rubbing his calloused hands over my big stomach. “Love fucking you with this huge stomach. I put my baby inside you, C.” His voice thick with lust and his cock presses against my asshole, thick and hard.

“Yeah,” I whimper. “You lost control and you bred me. You forced me to take your seed in my womb.”

“I did. And now I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep again, just because I can.”

“Do it,” I whine. “Make me take your cock. Force your big dick inside me, Malc.”

“Don’t even think about fighting me, baby.” As he speaks, he pulls my arms behind my back. “You can’t stop me. This is going to happen.”

“Please. Please.” His grip is almost painful, but that just excites me more.

“I’m going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do to stop me,” he rumbles.

“Yeah, I’m at your mercy.” I groan, trying to pull my arms free, excitement sparking through me when he won’t let me.

“Ah, ah, ah. You’re not going anywhere until I’m through with you.

” He lines up his cock, the thick head pressing against my entrance, and I brace my shoulder against the wall, my heart pounding in my chest. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

“Please Malcolm,” I plead, my body trembling with need. “Use me. I want it hard and rough. Don’t be gentle. Make me submit.”

“Fuck, yeah.” He thrusts into me, and I give a low, guttural cry, the stretch burning in the best fucking way. My body clings to him, desperate for more, and he sets a brutal pace, fucking me like he’s been starving for it.

I whimper and shudder, face pressed to the shower wall. He’s so hard and thick, pounding into me mercilessly. But I asked for this. I wanted this. I want my alpha to use me and force me to submit to him. Sex is the only time I love it when he controls me.

“Is this what you need, baby?” He groans, his fingers digging into my wrists. “Me fucking you deep and hard because it’s what I want?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Use me.” My arms ache from the awkward angle, but I like the sensation of helplessness. I like the fantasy that even if I wanted him to stop, he wouldn’t. He’d just keep taking and taking what he needs, no matter how hard I fight him, because he can. Because he’s my alpha.

“You love my alpha cock inside you, don’t you?” he mumbles.

“Best feeling in the world,” I whimper. “Being fucked by a man.” The water runs over us, mixing with sweat and slick, and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the bathroom.

He pants. “Shit. It’s so good with you.”

“Harder,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Fuck me harder, Malcolm. I need it.”

He obliges, slamming into me with enough force to make me cry out, the pleasure overwhelming me completely. “You fucking love a man’s cock in your hole, don’t you, C.?”

“Just your cock, Malc.”

“Promise?” he growls. “You don’t want any other alpha?”

“No. Just you. Just you.” I gasp, my cock throbbing. “Shit, I’m going to come. I’m going to come on your cock.”

“Yeah, you are,” he growls, his thrusts getting rougher and uncoordinated. He’s about to climax too, that’s obvious from his jerky movements. “You’re going to come and there’s nothing you can do about it. It feels too fucking good, right baby?”

“I can’t stop,” I moan. “I’m c… coming.”

“Do it,” he growls, one hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts, and the other pawing my big stomach. “Come for me, now, C.”

I obey his gruff command and let loose, painting the shower wall with my release.

My ass clenches and unclenches around his thrusting cock and he can’t help but climax.

His dick jerks, his hot seed spurting deep inside my body.

My legs give out and I almost slip down to the floor of the shower.

One of his strong arms is around my shoulders and the other clamped just beneath my big stomach.

He holds me up, thrusting and growling as he finishes inside my quaking hole.

We’re both gasping for air as we finish, and his cock still twitching inside me, buried deep in my hot core.

We lean against the shower wall, still panting for air, and he makes no move to pull out of me right away.

Eventually, our breathing returns to normal and he gently slips his cock from my body.

I stay in his embrace, his seed dripping out of my hole.

“Was I too rough, baby?” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “You get me so worked up.”

“No. I loved it,” I reply, laughing sheepishly.

My body trembles with delicious aftershocks of pleasure.

I have no idea why I resent his attempts to control me, unless we’re fucking.

During sex, I like his dominant alpha energy.

But since we both enjoy the fantasy of him forcing me, why worry about it?

More and more I’m learning we don’t need anyone’s permission to be who we are.

His hands are gentle now, supporting my weight as I rest against him. He shuts off the water and helps me from the shower. He wraps me in a soft towel, patting me dry with care. My legs are shaky, and my back is protesting, but I feel more relaxed now.

“I love you,” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine. “I’m sorry if I’m too controlling when we’re not having sex.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Malc,” I whisper, brushing my lips against his. “Most of the time, I love how protective you are. We’re doing fine. The baby will be here soon, and we’ll both be able to relax a little.”

He laughs gruffly. “Not sure about that.”

“I’m not saying it will be a vacation. I just mean you won’t be worried about every move I make because the baby will finally be here.”

He gives a weak smile. “Then I’ll just worry about both of you separately. At least right now you’re a package deal.”

I laugh. “Well, we’ll figure it out, okay? This is new for us.”

“True.” He puts his arm around me and he leads me into the bedroom. “You should nap,” he encourages.

“Sex and then a nap, yes please.” I grin, climbing under the blankets. I settle against the pillows, sighing contentedly.

“I should keep painting, but I don’t want to. You look so cozy, I want to join you.” He smiles at me, looking happy and relaxed.

“Yes. Get over here.” I hold out my arms. “Cuddle your pregnant omega. That’s definitely a very important alpha duty.”

He hesitates, but then he sprints toward the bed, grinning. He jumps onto the mattress and I let out a yelp as he lands next to me. The bed frame squeaks alarmingly, but thankfully doesn’t collapse.

He throws an arm over me, his smile boyish. “Alpha Malcolm McLeash, reporting for snuggle duty.”

“Geez.” I can’t help laughing. “You almost broke the bed, Malc.”

“Sorry. I was a little overly eager.” He kisses me, his mouth warm and affectionate. When the kiss ends, he says, “We have a really good life, don’t we, C.?”

I smile. “We have the best life. I still don’t know how we got so lucky.”

“It wasn’t luck,” he says softly. “It was meant to be. We were meant to be.”

I trace one of his dark eyebrows. “I never believed in fated mates, but I’m a believer now.”

He looks pleased. “Yeah? You finally believe?”

“How could I not? From the day we met, we’ve rarely been apart. When you went on that two day fishing trip with your dad in high school, I felt like you were gone a year. It was torture.”

He smiles. “Same. Why do you think I taught you to fish? So that you could come with us from then on.”

“And if you hadn’t taught me to fish, I wouldn’t have gone to the fishing convention with you. And if I hadn’t gone to that convention, we never would have kissed in that elevator. And if we hadn’t kissed in that elevator, we might never have fallen in love.”

He snorts a laugh. “Oh, we were already in love, C. We were just too stupid to know it. Elevator or no elevator, you were always going to be mine. That’s how fated mates work. You had to be mine and I had to be yours.”

When I look into his familiar blue eyes, the certainty of us settles deep in my chest. I’ve always known he was mine, just as I’m his.

The tug toward each other has always been there.

Impossible to ignore or fight. It took time to believe I deserved something as good as Malcolm’s love, but now I accept the truth of it. Of our destiny.

“My mom hasn’t done many things right,” I say huskily. “But moving us to Whispering Pines was a good decision.”

“Yeah.” He lifts one shoulder, a determined glint in his eye. “But I’d have found you either way, C.”

And somehow, I believe him.