The Alpha's Baby (11 page)

"I'm in you," he whispered. "I'm in your ass."

She groaned in affirmation, aroused because of his words.

In one swift motion, Sebastian plunged inside of her again. As he quickened his movements, he fondled her sensitive nipples. She became certain that she was going to explode. While she cried out his name, she arched her back, presenting her rear end for him to impale deeper and deeper. His balls began to slap wildly against her cheeks, and his rhythmic grunts filled the air.

"Yes," she cried as she neared yet another orgasm.

His answer was a thrust so hard that it sent pleasure spiraling throughout every inch of her body. She wailed his name, unhinged by her own yearning. She wanted—no, she needed—to be ridden, and her cries marked her unrelenting urgency. As he gave her everything he had, he brought his hands down to her ass and squeezed her cheeks together. While he took her, the sensation of his hardened rod thrusting inside of her drove her to orgasm one final time.

"Oh God, I'm coming." She bucked as he rammed himself inside of her yet again.

The orgasm she had was so powerful her legs weakened and she almost slipped to the floor. She was grateful that she didn't lose her footing because Sebastian had yet to come. But after one final grunt, that changed. The man seized her hips and emptied himself inside of her quivering body.

As he filled her ass with his seed, she whimpered, "Sebastian," and reached for him.

Even as he trembled from his overpowering orgasm, he caught her hand and held it. Pulling her close, he placed his hands on her heaving chest and buried his face in her neck. She could feel the man quaking against her, and she leaned back as the urge to be closer to him grew. The man nestled his head in her neck, then laid a kiss against her throbbing vein.

After a moment of closeness, he sighed. "You were amazing."

"Mmm." She opened her eyes. "I think you were the amazing one."

He spun her around so she faced him.

"Why don't we compromise and say that we're amazing together?" The roguish sparkle was back in his eyes.

She grinned. "You know what, I think that's something I can live with."

Nodding, he bent his head and captured her lips again.

That was the moment she felt her heart stir for the first time.

When Emmy opened her eyes the next morning, she discovered that there was an arm draped over her chest. And not just any arm. A hairy, muscular arm. She stared down at the limb, thinking that she was going crazy, and then remembered what had happened the night before. Sebastian had once again seduced her, and then she'd ended up having butt sex with him in the shower. She had no idea how he'd managed to get her to try anal. One second she was a vanilla woman who'd never had any desire to have something shoved up her ass, and the next, she was being taken from behind. She never did things like that. What was it about him that made her want to delve into the unknown?

That was the moment when she realized something. She trusted Sebastian. That was why she'd let him do what he did.

Maybe it was strange to have such a philosophical thought all because she'd been speared up the corn hole, but she couldn't think of any other reason why she would let a man shove something up her rear end. Groaning, she gazed down at the sleeping man at her side. She sighed, not sure if she was disgusted with herself for what she'd done or happy because of the sheer amount of mind-blowing sex she'd had.

Sebastian opened one eye. "That was quite a sigh, sweetheart."

"You were awake?" Her eyes widened in alarm.

"I've been up for a little while." He sat up and rubbed her arm. "You feeling okay?"

"Yep." Besides the confusion.

"No morning sickness?"

She didn't feel even an inkling of nausea. "Nope."

"How about headaches?"

She shook her head. "Definitely not."

"How about—"

"My nipples aren't sore either," she interrupted before he could finish.

"I didn't say a word about your nipples." His hand roamed over her breast. "Though I wouldn't mind giving them a good-morning kiss."

Her cheeks grew hot from embarrassment. "No, I have to go to work."

"I can't believe you still blush after all I've done to you," he said.

She sniffed. "Well, you do insist on saying embarrassing things."

"Embarrassing
and
true things." He squeezed her breast again. "For example, if I said I spent the night shoving my cock in your cunt, then that would be very true."

"And embarrassing." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Oh, really?" He tweaked her nipple. "I think it turned you on. Your nipples just got hard."

"How can you be this aroused first thing in the morning?" She shook her head.

Even though she asked the question, she was growing damp between her legs.

"I'm always turned on," he said. "It's a blessing and a curse."

"I don't get turned on until I have a full pot of coffee." Which was normally true, but apparently Sebastian voided her need for a steaming cup of Joe. 

"Really?" Sebastian slid out of bed. "One pot of coffee coming up."

"I said I have to work," she cried. "No good morning diddle for you."

"Damn shame." Sebastian gazed at her hopefully. "How about tonight? Any diddling tonight?"

"I really should say no," she muttered.

"Why?" He studied her with an amused smile. "I've already fathered your child, and one of these days, you're going to say yes to marrying me."

"You're so cocky." She chucked a pillow at him. "I haven't said yes to anything yet."

The guy crawled toward her on the bed. He lay down on top of her, pressing her body into the mattress. His hands trapped her arms above her head.

"You, my dear, are already falling in love with me." He kissed the tip of her nose.

Her eyes widened. "Says who?"

"Says me." The man grinned.

She scowled at him, but then sobered. "What is it about you that I find so damn irresistible?"

"Maybe it's my amazing good looks." He batted his eyes at her.

She studied him. "No, that's not it."

Something about her response pleased him. The man's grin widened. "Then it has to be my perfect personality."

"Perfect my butt," she muttered.

"Ouch." He toppled to one side, clutching his heart as if she'd mortally wounded him. Still his act was unconvincing, especially since he was smirking the entire time.

"You know…" She hesitated and propped herself up on her elbow.

The man cocked his head. "What?"

"I wouldn't have let just anyone do what you did last night," she said.

The humor disappeared from Sebastian's face, but he didn't break eye contact. At least the man knew how to be serious when the occasion called for it. "I know. Thank you. It was quite an experience."

"I trust you," she said quietly, blushing as she turned her face away from him.

Sebastian didn't speak. When she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, she noted that his face had gone pale. She began to wonder if she'd said something that made him unhappy.

"Is something wrong?" She bit her bottom lip.

"No." He shook his head. "Just digesting what you said."

"I can trust you, right?" She finally met his gaze again. "I don't want to put my faith in you, only to have you running scared months from now when I really need you."

His eyes darkened. "You can trust me."

After she breathed a sigh of relief, Sebastian kissed her. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and despite the fact that most people had morning breath, Sebastian tasted sweet. His hands tightened in her hair, and he drew her head back so he could burrow his tongue deeper inside of her mouth. His lips roved over hers, and she whimpered and dug her fingers into his ass cheeks. Still the man continued on, driving the full force of his manhood straight against her cunt's lips. She spread her legs, longing for him to enter her yet again.

Writhing, she moaned his name, "Sebastian…"

Her alarm clock turned on. The shrill beeping cut through the moment, making Emmy curse and Sebastian pull his tongue out of her mouth.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered, running his hands over her thighs. "Can we finish? I promise I'll be fast."

"You couldn't be fast if your life depended on it." The man could thrust for hours before he finally spilled his seed.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment." His grin was wicked.

She tried to sit up, but his hand remained on her breast. The man toyed with her nipple.

"Hey, stop that." She scowled at him.

"Stop what?" he asked playfully.

She glared down at his hand. "Fondling my breast."

"Am I doing that?"

"Yes!" she squealed.

"Emmy, Emmy, Emmy." He laid kisses along her neck. "You're your own boss, aren't you?"

"Well, yes." Her eyes widened as he kissed his way up to her ear.

He nibbled her earlobe. "And you can make your own schedule, right?"

"Well, yeah." She was fighting a losing battle and she knew it.

"Then what's so wrong with being five or ten minutes late?" The man ran his hand down her front and slipped his fingers between her legs, fondling her clit.

"Well, ugh, I…" Suddenly, she found it hard to think. "Salt and sugar and…Eek!"

The eek was caused by him inserting his finger straight into her hole.

"Well?" He nibbled on her earlobe.

"I don't want to be late," she said. "If you're fast…"

"Sweetheart, fast is my middle name," he said.

****

Emmy was late. And not just a little late. Really late. Wincing, she wondered how many cakes were salty messes thanks to Donavon. Still, she forced a smile on her face as she walked through the door, even though her stomach was attacked by a bought of nausea the moment she smelled baking food.

Donavon, who'd likely heard her come inside, stuck his head out of the kitchen door. "I started baking. I hope that's okay."

"It's fine." Assuming, of course, that he didn't forget a vital ingredient—like flour.

She was just about to head into the kitchen, but that was when she saw a tall man standing in front of the glass door. Normally, she wouldn't have paid much attention, but she recognized him. It was the same person who'd watched her and Sebastian when they were kissing. And to make matters worse, the guy didn't just glance at her and move on. No, he was staring. A chill ran down her spine as he raised his fist to the glass and knocked.

"We're closed," Donavon called, annoyed.

Ignoring Donavon, the man knocked again, his gaze never leaving her face.

"I think he wants me." She wrung her hands.

"Oh." Donavon blinked in shock. "Do you want to let him in, or…"

For the first time in her life, she experienced the urge to protect her child. She found herself wrapping her arms around her stomach, desperate to shield the baby from the stranger.

"No, let's not." She shook her head. "I don't think it's safe."

"Sounds good." Donavon's eyes narrowed in distaste. "He's a weirdo anyway. I mean, can't he read the Closed sign?"

"I don't think he's the kind of person who cares about signs." She wasn't sure how she knew he was such a bad person, just that she did.

"Do you know him?" Donavon studied her.

She chewed her bottom lip. "I saw him once before this."

At a loss for what to say, Donavon squirmed.

"Well, let's get baking." She clapped him on the shoulder, feigning bravado.

She entered the kitchen, but even as she began to mix the batter for her lemon-meringue cupcakes, all she could think about was the man's face pressed up against the window. At that moment, her thoughts spiraled in all sorts of horrible directions, just like they always did when she was nervous. Maybe that man was some sort of murderer. Or perhaps he was a ghost or demon or a paranormal entity. She paused, realizing just how ridiculous her thoughts were. Just because some guy had had his face pressed up against the window didn't mean that he was from the depths of hell. It just meant that he was extremely weird or…or…okay, it just meant that he was extremely weird.

"Why did that guy have to latch onto me?" she muttered under her breath.

"What was that?" Donavon, who'd been in the process of mixing whipped vanilla frosting, glanced up.

"Nothing," she said.

But it wasn't nothing. Thoughts of the man filled her mind as she baked cupcakes, bread, and croissants. By the time the bakery opened at eight o'clock, she was feeling sick all over again, but not because of the pregnancy. Even though she longed to take a quick coffee break, she feared the stranger was now hanging around the bakery. She could picture herself sitting at the table, trying to enjoy a good drink, only to be waylaid by the creeper who'd stared at her for no reason.

"Hey, Don, do me a favor." Emmy glanced at her cook.

Donavon yawned but nodded.

"Go look and see if Mr. Creepy came inside."

"Ah, you want me to play bodyguard." Donavon seemed to enjoy the idea because he cracked his knuckles as his eyes sparkled. "I can do that. Your hero is at your service."

"Just go look around."

"If he's out there, do you want me to beat him up?" Donavon asked. "Just so you know, I was on the wrestling team in high school. I can clobber anyone who comes near me."

Donavon weighed a hundred and twenty pounds at most and was the scrawniest guy she'd ever seen. A seventh-grade girl could beat him up, let alone a tall, muscular stranger.

"Go look around," she repeated, rolling her eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want me to—"

"No!" she cried.

Shoulders slumped, he headed for the exit. "Sheesh. You try to help a woman out and all you get is sass."

He left the kitchen, and she groaned and buried her face in her hands. Though Donavon was probably her favorite employee at the bakery, she frequently wanted to ring his neck in the morning…and in the afternoon…and in the evening. Now that she thought about it, did she ever not want to ring his neck?