“I just bought more while I was at the grocery store. Bananas, too. There was only one left so I figured I’d better get some. As well as two more jars of peanut butter and the sourdough bread you insist on using to make your awf… uh, unusual concoction.”
“Thank you. I know how hard it is for you to watch me eat that.” I turned in Pierce’s arms so I could kiss him. What was supposed to be a quick kiss turned into a raging inferno as other appetites rushed forth and pushed all thought of food out of my head. I wanted my alpha all the time. Pregnancy hormones made me crazy horny. Luckily, Pierce happily made love to me whenever the cravings for sex hit, making love to me often.
My lips trailed from his to make a path along his jaw, the stubble there tickling my lips. My hands mapped the curves of broad shoulders and beef biceps as I made quick work of removing the shirt in my way. I wanted Pierce right now with a passion and I didn’t care where we were or the fact it was the middle of the day.
With the shirt gone, my mouth traced a path across heated flesh until my lips found the flat disk of Pierce’s nipple. The small nub hardened under my ministrations, my tongue dipping out to taste my alpha. Small moans of pleasure erupted from the man I loved as I left one nipple, seeking out the other across his rippling muscles.
I dropped to my knees in front of Pierce, unzipping his jeans to get to my prize hidden inside. My alpha’s cock practically jumped out of his boxers and into my mouth as I leaned in, reveling in the musky scent of him. I’d become addicted to Pierce’s unique scent. The further into my pregnancy I got, the more my need for this man ramped up. I couldn’t get enough.
My tongue wrapped around the head, lapping at the precum seeping from it, the salty flavor making me groan as my own cock woke up and took notice. I needed this man, wanted to make my life with this man, wanted to make him happy.
Sooner than I expected, Pierce’s cum filled my mouth. I’d barely swallowed it all before he had me against the counter, his still hard cock filling me in the way only my alpha could. It was rough. It was quick. It was just what I needed. My orgasm hit me with a suddenness that was mind-blowing in its intensity.
When his knot eased down and we could move apart, Pierce lifted me in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as we moved to the bedroom for round two. And maybe, rounds three and four, if I was lucky. I was very lucky indeed.
Chapter Nineteen
Pierce
As September sped by, our baby’s due date came and went without a baby. Our little one was being stubborn, leaving Max cranky and on edge. It was a little disconcerting to have my omega snapping at me because I was breathing too heavily as we watched a movie together. At more than a week past our due date, we’d tried every suggestion we’d been given to encourage our baby to make his or her appearance into the world.
We still didn’t know what we were having. After a lot of back and forth on whether we wanted to know ahead of time, the baby took the decision out of our hands by refusing to cooperate during each of our scheduled ultrasounds. In the end, we shrugged our shoulders, painting the nursery a soft pale yellow. On one wall, Max had hired a local artist to paint a storybook mural, depicting vignettes of his favorite nursery rhymes from his childhood. When asked, I’d told the artist some of my favorites as well.
“What’s taking that doctor so long?” Max asked, despite knowing I didn’t know the answer to the question even as he asked it. He paced the room back and forth, waiting for the doctor to come back. The current plan was to admit Max to induce labor. If that failed, we were looking at a C-section. Not something any of us wanted.
Max stopped in front of me, resting his head against my chest. As my arms wrapped around him, he sighed as if being in my arms comforted him. I hoped so. I’d do anything for my omega.
Suddenly, Max stiffened in my arms as he let out a groan of pain, doubling over. If I hadn’t been holding him, he might not have remained standing. The grimace on his face told me that as I held him.
“Oh, that hurt! I think my water just broke!”
“Good, good,” the doctor said as he walked back into the room. “We might not have to induce after all. You’re all set at the hospital. There’s a labor and delivery room with your name on it, waiting for you. I’ll meet you at the hospital. Did you bring your bag like I suggested?”
“Yes, we did. It’s in the car.”
“Great. I’ll have a nurse bring Max a pair of scrub pants he can change into so he’s not soaked through. Just be aware more fluid might leak out so a towel on the seat might be a good idea. Let’s get this show on the road so we can meet your little one.”
Ten minutes later we arrived at the hospital where Max was admitted. We’d already preregistered with the hospital so admitting didn’t take long. Once the contractions started, they never seemed to stop. Max went from contractions five minutes apart to one minute in less than half an hour. Before we knew it, it was time to push.
“Are you ready to see your baby? On the next contraction, I want you to push Max.”
The next few minutes were a blur as Max squeezed my hand so hard I thought it would break. Apparently,
