Page 28 of His Pretty Omega (Sweet Alps Mates #7)
Chapter Nineteen
Seth
I had never been more pampered or relaxed in my entire life.
After the pedicure, we’d been given the softest, most luxurious white robes to slip into for our couples massage.
Because I was pregnant, I had been on my back for the duration of my massage, but I hadn’t even cared. The masseuse had magic hands and gently worked out knots I hadn’t even known were there. Alex had looked just as blissed out as I felt, after his own massage.
We’d come back to the room, ordered room service, and then I had come up to the pool while Alex waited for our food.
The sun had just begun its downward descent in the sky, and I stood by the edge of the blue water of the pool and tilted my face into its warmth. Untying the robe, I let it slide off my naked body to pool at my feet.
Stretching my arms toward the bright beam of light, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, before caressing my bump.
I heard Alex behind me, but I didn’t turn around, didn’t open my eyes.
A sharp click had me blinking my sleepy eyes open, and I looked over my shoulder at Alex.
He was staring at his phone, clearly having taken my picture.
“I’d better not see that on some fetish porn site for pregnant omegas,” I teased him.
He glanced up from his phone, his voice raw and graveling, “You look beautiful.”
“I feel beautiful,” I admitted, because I did.
I felt like some sensual goddess, full of life.
“You would think I wouldn’t. My belly is huge, I haven’t seen my feet or my dick in months, my hip bones have all but disappeared under a layer of…
fluff. But I’ve honestly never felt sexier in my entire life. ”
Slowly, I walked over to the concrete stairs built into the pool, and stuck my toe in.
If I stretched my leg out just far enough I might be able to glimpse the polish on my toes. The water was the perfect temperature on this blazing hot day, not too cold or too warm .
Wading in up to my chest, I flipped and floated on my back, my belly above the surface of the water.
If anyone saw me, I was sure I looked like a beached whale, but it was just Alex and me up here, in our own little private sanctuary. Just me and my alpha and our unborn pup.
It had been a perfect day and I never wanted it to end.
A wide splash had me blinking water from my eyes. Alex surfaced close to me, slicking his dark, wet hair back from his forehead and wiping the water from his eyes.
“I bet this is what it’s going to feel like in the birthing tub,” I murmured.
Alex’s wet hand rested on my bump, and the baby did a slow roll inside me at his touch. “Someone’s waking up.”
“Always this time of day. They better not have their days and nights mixed up when they get here. Ain’t nobody got time for that nonsense.”
“I’ve read about that in my book,” he told me, swimming away to do a lap, before returning to my side.
Cracking one eye opened, I questioned, “You’ve been reading baby books?”
“Of course. Baby books and a few on pregnant omegas.”
“Oh really?”
This was interesting news, and I wondered when he had been reading these books. I hadn’t seen any lying around his house, but I hadn’t been there every single night before the move .
“And did you learn anything interesting from these books, Mr. Ortega?”
He grinned at me, looking way too sexy all wet, with the sun turning the sky lovely shades of orange and red behind him. “I learned that I should pamper my omega.”
Shielding my eyes against the bright glare, and wishing I had grabbed my sunglasses, I snickered. “Nailed it.”
“Mmmm,” he slid between my legs, pulling me into his chest like I weighed next to nothing, which I knew wasn’t true. Maybe in the water I did though.
Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, realizing Alex hadn’t bothered to grab swim trunks and was just as naked as I was.
Looping my arms around his neck, his hands cupped my ass cheeks, pulling me as close to him as my belly would allow. I let Alex and the water hold me up, and he swam us over to the side of the pool.
He nibbled the side of my neck, sucking the lobe of my ear into his mouth before releasing it. Goosebumps broke out across my shoulders and arms that were above the waters surface, and I moaned in need.
“And I learned that orgasms are good for you.”
His cock nudged my hole, before sliding back along my crease.
Gasping in pleasure, my back against the hard concrete of the pool, I told him, “I think you made that part up. But if the book said it, we should probably try it. ”
“Good idea. Hold on tight.”
His hands spread my cheeks, and then his cock was pushing inside of me, aided by the water and the slick my body was already producing. I couldn’t really do much more than tighten my thighs around him, my fingers tangling in the wet strands of his hair.
“Touch yourself,” Alex growled, as his cock sliding in and out of me left me panting for air.
Whimpers of need escaped my lips, and I closed my eyes and grasped my cock.
Sensations surrounded me; the cool water lapping at my skin, the heat of the sun’s rays blazing across my skin, a strange mixture of hot and cold, the feel of Alex’s cock filling and stretching me, my back scraping the pool with each thrust of his hips.
My hand pumped my own dick as Alex found the perfect rhythm, pegging my prostate with each thrust.
“Yes, there!” I cried, “Right fucking there! Gonna come!”
Alex’s hips were moving with a frenzied need, as was my hand on my own cock.
Each thrust pushed me against the pool wall, forcing the air to whoosh from my lungs on a high-pitched cry.
“Come!” Alex demanded in my ear, his teeth nipping my earlobe sharply and I saw stars .
The heat of his cum in my hole was a shock after the cold water, and I dug my nails into his shoulders, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
I whined when Alex pulled out before his knot could catch on my rim.
“Don’t think the pool is the best place for us to be knotted together,” he panted.
I couldn’t make sensible words, so I just rested my head on his shoulder, mumbling, “’k.”
Between the mind-blowing orgasm and the water, I was boneless.
After a few minutes, and our breathing had evened out, Alex swam us over to the steps and he sat half in the water, turning me so I was draped over his lap.
“Our food is getting cold,” he murmured, his hand resting on my belly.
“Alex,” I whispered softly, barely loud enough for him to hear me. “I love you.”
He stilled beneath me, and I opened my eyes to stare into his brown depths. He didn’t say anything, the look on his face a cross between joy and wondering if he had heard me correctly.
So I repeated it. “I love you.”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement, his eyes filled with tenderness. “I love you too, Seth. ”
“Thank you for today,” I laid my head back on his shoulder with a little sigh. “Thank you for everything. I know I probably don’t say that enough. How do I say I love you in Spanish?”
He gave me a soft look, a smile tugging at his lips, “ Te amo.”
Snuggling into him, I kissed his cheek and whispered, “ Te amo.”