Chapter Twenty-Seven
Greer
It’s a strange thing when you’re totally and completely in love with being pregnant and carrying a life inside you—but you want it out of you—like yesterday.
I got back home from my walk and checked my new fitness tracker. I’d walked over five miles that day and still no baby, no pains, no signs that I was going to be relieved of my tenant at any time.
“There have to be other ways, my love.” I heard Tenn’s voice from the kitchen and smelled Chinese food simultaneously. They both had me almost sprinting that way.
“I know. I’m going to google it.”
Tenn raised up his phone and came over to press one long kiss on my lips. “I’ve already got ideas.”
“Let me see.” I took the phone and scrolled through while Tenn chuckled at my tenacity and opened several cartons of sesame chicken, beef with broccoli, and my favorite, vegetables in garlic sauce.
“It says spicy food might help, but that’s crap. Let’s see what else…” I looked through sites before landing on one that would be extra spicy, but had nothing to do with food.
“Sex,” I said, facing the phone toward him. “Not even lying.”
He pretended to be surprised, but I knew that face of his so well. “Huh, would you look at that—my favorite sport.”
I zeroed in on him. “You already read this one.”
He chuckled, and it did things to my insides. “I did. And I read the spicy food, but we know what that does to your insides. So, I figured I’d pick up your favorite Chinese and see if this alpha could get lucky, maybe a few times. Everything at the store is taken care of. Orders have been processed, and all your emails have been answered. Social media posts have been scheduled by a new site Jarmin found, and the world is good. What do you say? Think I can get you going enough times to coax that baby out?”
I placed the phone on the counter and grabbed him by the waist, kissing him long and hard this time. “I’ll bet you can. Let’s eat fast.”
We ate like starving college students and tried to race upstairs, but I was slow. I stopped and sat on one of the stairs, panting both out of exertion and lust. I needed Tennyson—now. “Get your pants off, alpha mine. I need you right here.”
He stood in front of me and unbuttoned his pants slowly with a sly grin on his face the whole time. “The stairs, very nice. We’ve never done it here.”
“Can’t say that anymore. Boxers. Now.”
He tsked. “Such a demanding omega.” He shucked the boxers and stood there in front of me, erection full and proud, ready to rock my world.
I tried to get in a position where things would work, but between the scratchy carpet of the stairs and my big ole belly, it wasn’t happening.
“Don’t you frown, omega. Come on. I’ll get you where you need to be.” Tenn picked me up and carried me, honeymoon style, up the rest of the stairs and into our bedroom. He took off my shirt first and then my paternity pants, and when I was completely naked before him, he stepped back and smiled at me.
And here I thought I was hideous.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, trying like hell not to tear up.
“Because you’re so gorgeous. You’re glowing and so lovely carrying our babe inside you.”
I looked down at my stomach, so large I couldn’t see my toes, and giggled. I didn’t see the same thing he did, but I knew he meant it.
“Show me,” I teased, crooking my finger at him.
“Gladly.” He scratched his chin. “Hmmm. What is the best way to get this baby out?” He sassed. “Skootch.” He tapped the edge of the bed, and I inched toward him.
Tenn reached down, grabbing my ankles and pulling me to the edge before tsking.
“What?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.
“Like this, you won’t be able to see how sexy you are.” I had no idea what he meant until he pointed behind him, to the mirror.
I shook my head no as he gave me his come-hither finger, grabbing the bench that lived at the end of our bed, positioning it the short way in front of said mirror.
“Come here, sexy mate of mine. Come see how sexy you are all rounded with my child, my cock pounding into you, your eyes all flooded with need.
I shook my head again, but I was fooling neither of us. Just him wanting this was enough to have me bounding off of the bed, or ungracefully pushing myself off as the case might be. There would be no bounding until I regained my balance and, if all went well, my waist. He held his hand out for me, gently guiding me off the bed, the lust still darkening his eyes even as he acted all gentlemanly.
This was gonna be good.