Page 56 of My Ruthless Alpha

With her cheeks flushed, she just barely managed the courage to narrow her eyes at him while she took the paper plate in her hands. “That’s not very original, you know…”

Ethan gave her an amused once over and chuckled as he purposely let his fingers linger close to hers longer than necessary. “And who said I wanted to be original?”

Blush deepening, Sydney pulled away from him, quick to avert her gaze as she went off to talk to someone else and eat her cake in relative peace.

Ethan’s smugness lingered as he handed cake to the next person waiting.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume he found far too much joy and satisfaction in teasing her, and I could only imagine how she felt about that.

“Poor Sydney.”

Beau shook his head at the scene. “He’s never going to learn…”

The birthday party continued without a hitch, and before long, our guests started to leave. Of course, the guys couldn’t go without saying goodbye to Margo first, to which she smiled especially wide when Sebastian gave her a high-five on his way out.

Finally, feeling worn out by the day’s events, Margo was eventually tucked away in bed, sleeping off the rush that came with her special day, while Beau and I couldn’t resist doing the same.

While I undid my earrings and pulled them out, placing them on the dresser, Beau sprawled out on the bed with his armsbehind his head. He looked up at the ceiling before glancing over in my direction.

“You know, I never thought I’d find any kid’s birthday party that fun, but it was a good time.”

Smiling, I went over and placed myself beside him, sitting while he lazily hooked an arm around my waist. “Margo definitely had enough fun for everyone. I’m sure she’ll be asking for another party next weekend.”

He chuckled, letting his thumb trace gentle shapes against my hip. “Speaking of birthdays and milestones, I’ve been thinking about something lately…”

Lifting a curious brow at him, I hummed. “Oh? What about?”

His warm expression lingered as he met my gaze with the slightest hint of seriousness within it. “Seeing as I missed out on the early years with Margo, I was hoping we might try for another…and share those experiences together this time.”

The sincerity in his voice, along with his endearing request, made me soften. “You want to have another child?”

With careful consideration and no ounce of hesitation, he nodded. “I do. I’ve wanted it for a while now.”

Even if it wasn’t unexpected for him to bring up, it still felt like a slight surprise and made my heart stir. Smiling, I leaned closer and pressed a kiss against his cheek.

“I’d love to. More than anything.”

Grinning at me, Beau hummed his satisfaction, then every so slightly tightened his grip on my hips before moving me as quick as anything, shifting us until I was underneath him.

My breath caught at the sudden change until I blinked up at him and giggled, gently sliding my hands up his biceps while he caged me against the bed. “Someone’s eager…”

He chuckled as a mischievous gleam veiled his gaze while he dipped down closer until his breath mingled with mine. “If we’re on the same page…then why wait?”

A thrill moved through me at that, and I held his gaze. At that moment, an unspoken, mutual need seemed to pass through us at the same time, and almost like time started up again, we were on each other within seconds.

Our lips collided, and we forgot all sense of tenderness or care. Instead, hunger moved through us both, leaving a blazing path in its wake.

Hands moved, gripping and squeezing, pulling at fabric until we were both completely bare.

It all happened so quickly, but I wasn’t complaining. The sooner I could feel him against me completely, the better.

Beau groaned into the kiss the moment our bodies were flush together, skin gliding against skin as we moved frantically like we were running out of time. His aching length slid against my core with ease, giving away how badly I had already wanted him. We both moaned at the feeling, and without needing to say a thing, we both knew there was no need for foreplay.

“Jesus Christ…” he muttered against my lips, slowly rocking his hips against me while his fingers clenched the sheets beneath me. He let go of shuddered breaths as he continued, eyes squeezing shut while he tried to hold himself back. “You’re soaked for me, and we’ve hardly even started…”

Cheeks warm while my hands explored the perfectly chiseled expanse of his back. I nodded and whimpered from the agonizingly perfect friction between our bodies. “I need you…”

At that, he growled lowly as he kissed me roughly and slipped a hand between us to nudge my thighs apart more. Grabbing himself, he slowly brushed the head through my aching core, making us both moan. “I want you like this all the time…drenched for me…burning up like you’ll never get enough of this.”

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