Eternal

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“Shit,” I mumbled under my breath. Skin-on-skin contact: not good, not good at all. I needed like a whistle or something. Not a rape whistle but something to alert her to the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to help myself. Lying next to Alyssa like that was like starving for a year and then having someone drop you off at a Vegas buffet.

You would run.

You would eat your fill.

You’d get sick.

And you’d repeat the process until you passed out.

“Lyss…” I clenched my teeth, grinding them together. “…I made you breakfast.”

She squirmed beneath me. Sweet death.

“Lyss.”

Her eyes flashed open.

“Ah, there she is.” I tried to keep my voice light when really I was struggling so bad actual spots were clouding my vision. Huh. Maybe I was about to have a stroke from not having sex for so long.

“Demetri?” She tilted her head. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, you know, just attacking you in your sleep. Ha ha.”

She didn’t laugh. Right. Not a morning person.

“I made you breakfast?” I offered.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah right. Try again.”

“No, really.” With great courage and trepidation, I moved my hand and pointed to the tray. My damn hand shook, demanding it return to her body.

“Dem!” Alyssa threw me off of her.

I nearly collided with the floor but caught myself just in time as she grabbed the food and sighed happily. “You did this all on your own?”

“No, I hired someone to scramble eggs.” I rolled my eyes. “Of course I did this. I thought it would be—”

“Romantic.” She looked back at me. Tears filled her eyes. “Thank you so much.”

I crossed my arms and smirked. “Does that mean I get an early wedding present?”

“Sure.” She crawled across the bed toward me.

Time stood still.

My damn heart slammed against my chest in anticipation.

Alyssa licked her lips and then kissed me on the cheek. “Is that good enough?”

Yeah, my body was tighter than a drum. “Yup.” I almost choked on the word. “Swell.”

I was given an incredible view of her ass as she crawled back to the food and started chomping down. Swear, I felt every bite and moan across my body as if she was feeding on me.

“Hey…” Alyssa clapped in front of my face. “…you okay?”

“Um, yeah, just hungry.” For her.

“Want some of my bacon?”

I groaned. Hell yeah, I wanted her bacon and her eggs and her feet and her…

Sleep. I needed more sleep before I started envisioning Alyssa as a walking chicken or something. “Sure.” I snatched a piece of bacon.

“So today...” Alyssa grabbed the coffee and leaned against the headboard.

“Today.” I agreed, joining her and grabbing my own cup from the tray.

“…and tomorrow…” She sighed.

“Tomorrow.” I linked my hand with hers and kissed it. “I make you mine.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Alec

“SO, YOU MEETING UP with the girls at the spa?” I asked, while Nat grabbed her keys and sunglasses.

“Yup.” She blew me a kiss. “But I promise I’ll be—” Her face froze.

“Baby?” My eyebrows drew together in concern. She was so pale. “Are you okay?”

“I think…” Nat worried her lower lip. “I mean I’m not sure but I think… I just felt a contraction.”

Okay, and officially terrified.

I was going to be a dad.

“Nat, we should go to the hospital just in case—”

“Ouch!” She punched me in the arm.

“What did I do?” I held up my hands in innocence.

Her eyes narrowed as she pointed down to her round belly. “This. You’re responsible for this.”

“You’re welcome?”

“Ouch!” She stomped her foot and smacked me again.

“Shit, you’re going to beat me today, aren’t you?” I groaned as she gripped my hand and continued to stare into space. “Nat, what do you wanna do? If you still want to try and go to the spa, I can take you and…”

Nat’s eyebrows shot up. “And what? Get a pedicure?”

“I was going to say wait in the car.” I grimaced.

“I’m fine.” She inhaled. “I just need… to stop stressing. I mean, it’s not like I’m already going into labor or anything.”

She clenched my hand.

“Right.” I pulled out my cell.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Calling the guys.”

“Why?” She let go of my hand and tried to snatch my phone.

I held the phone high enough away from her so she couldn’t reach. “No chance in hell am I going golfing while you’re having contractions.”

Her lower lip pouted.

“Nat,” I warned. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Her damn lip quivered.

“God help us when we have a girl,” I grumbled as the phone rang in my ear.

“I’m dying,” Demetri announced on the other end.

“Um, hello to you too?”

“No, seriously dying, as in I did pushups last night. I even contemplated running this morning. If I can’t have sex soon… well, we may be having a funeral instead of a wedding, man.”

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