Page 27 of A Secret Baby By the Alpha

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he said. “I just want to enjoy the moment, like you told me to.”

My fingers trailed down his chest and abs as he looked me in the eyes and entered me.

“Yes,” I moaned, my chest heaving as I breathed heavily.

Colson’s lips met mine as each thrust brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Our breath intermingled in the confined space between our lips, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, entwining my fingers in his short, dark hair.

His hand hooked below one knee, and he rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him in a fluid motion that left me gasping. For a moment, our gyrations paused as I took in the sudden change of vantage point.

“Too abrupt?” he asked. His hands stilled on my thighs while he made sure his manhandling hadn’t crossed a boundary. I was touched by the thoughtfulness of his question and smiled down at him. The motion had disconnected us, but my core still ached for him to be inside of me.

I shook my head and straightened my back so he could get a better view of my torso. I grabbed one of his hands in my own and dragged it up my stomach, cupping his palm against my breast and giving a tender squeeze. “Just right,” I whispered.

It was his turn to moan as I lifted my pelvis off his waist and reached down to reinsert his cock. A shudder flowed through him as his eyes closed in rapture for a moment before fluttering open again. His pupils dilated as he eyed me hungrily. It was an untamed look, and my assent seemed to have unbridled his desire completely.

Colson’s powerful hands gripped my waist hard, moving my body up and down on top of him in quick pounding motions that caused wave after wave of pleasure to burst through me. I placed one hand on his abdomen to brace myself, feeling his tense muscles beneath my fingers, as I bit down on the other hand to prevent myself from crying aloud.

“Come for me,” he whispered, half begging and half commanding me to release myself to him.

As if on cue, my back arched, and waves of passion flowed through me. He grasped my hips firmly as I rode the wave, and he continued to thrust deep inside me. A moment later, he groaned, spilling himself into me.

I gave a contented sigh of relief at the complete peace and oneness our coupling had brought me. Breathing heavily as if I had just run a marathon, I rolled off of him and laid down in the crook of his arm. Warmth radiated off his skin, enveloping me in his sweet musky scent as our heartrates returned to a normal pace.

“Fuck,” he sighed.

“I think we just did,” I pointed out.

A small laugh burst from our mouths simultaneously, causing us to laugh even harder. There was nothing truly funny about it, but that didn’t stop us from giggling like children. For the first time in a long time, I felt the connection I had been missing for so long.

Chapter 13 - Colson

As much as I wanted her to stay, I knew that Jenny would worry if she woke up and her mom wasn’t there. The last thing we needed was to complicate matters further by having to explain why the dad she’d just met was sharing a bed with her mom.

So, after a few minutes of holding each other and recovering from our endeavors, Christa had gone back to her room and I had fallen asleep. I slept better than I had in weeks.

What had happened between Christa and me had gone far beyond sex for me. I felt such a physical and emotional relief, I hardly felt like the same person anymore. For the first time in a long time, I felt hope rekindle inside me, and I started to believe that I might still be worth caring about.

I rolled over in bed, remembering the sensations of Christa’s body beneath mine and the way her lips had tasted. My body began to react to the memory, and I felt myself becoming excited at the idea of sleeping with her again. But at the same time, I was worried. Our tryst hadn’t exactly been something either of us had planned, and it couldn’t have come at a more confusing time. As much as I wanted to believe that Christa had been interested in me and that she might want to be with me, the truth had to be far simpler than that.

When she came to my room last night, it wasn’t out of desire. She had heard me making noise in my sleep and come to check on me. That was all. It was me who had turned the night into something sexual. In all honesty, if I hadn’t been upset, I doubted she ever would have kissed me again, let alone allowed me to touch her like I had.

I had been a pity fuck.

The thought of Christa feeling sorry for me was painful, and I knew that seeing her after last night would be awkward. But there was nothing for it.

I exhaled forcefully to release the nervousness from my system and headed for the kitchen, hoping I was the first one awake. If I could just get a little caffeine in my system, I would be much more prepared to face whatever mood she was in when she woke up.

The kitchen was empty, so I quietly made a pot of my favorite brew and sat down on a stool at the counter to scroll through my phone while I woke up. It wasn’t my usual routine. Most mornings, I would sit in silence and mentally prepare for whatever tasks I had planned for the day. But right now, I needed the distraction.

“Good morning,” Jenny said sleepily as she padded down the hallway, rubbing her eyes.

“Morning, Jenny-bug,” I replied.

She smiled at the nickname, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I hadn’t even thought about it before it came out.

Progress,I thought.

“You hungry?” I asked, pouring a bowl of her favorite cereal and setting it in front of the stool beside me.

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