Page 61 of Best Friends
“I know that, but I don’t like that she thought you might.”
“Well, she’s dead wrong.”
I see another female omega heading in our direction, eyes pinned on Malcolm, and my patience snaps. I don’t have it in me to watch him fending off omegas all night. “It’s been a stressful day. I’m going home,” I mutter.
“Huh?” Malcolm looks startled. “Already?”
“I’m tired,” I say, sliding off my stool. “You’re probably not ready to head home yet, so I’ll just take an Uber.”
“The hell you will.” He grabs his wallet out of his back pocket, tosses money on the counter, and he rises too. “I’m coming with you.”
“Sure you wouldn’t rather spend the evening with Big Tits Trish?” I grumble, heading outside. I wince at the sun that’s hovering low on the horizon, and shield my eyes with my hand.
Malcolm slips his arm around my waist. “Now calm down, C. I’m sorry I didn’t shut her down quicker, okay? I’ll do better if anyone ever hits on me again.”
“If?”I laugh loudly. “If the day ends in Y some chick will be hitting on you.”
“You get hit on too.”
I scowl. “No I don’t. Not lately. Alphas can smell that I’m with child and you know it. And even if I wasn’t pregnant, you know as well as I do that I never had the luck with women you had.”
“Why are you mad at me?”
“I’m not mad at you. I’m just in a foul mood,” I murmur, heading toward the parking lot. I make a beeline for Malcolm’sred truck. He trots after me and he opens my door for me. His hand is on my back as I climb into the vehicle.
Once he’s behind the wheel, he starts the engine, his expression tense. “I swear on my life I don’t want anyone but you, C.”
I grimace. “I know. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just tired and my feet are swelling.” I close my eyes, resting my forehead against the window. The fatigue is the worst part of my pregnancy. I start my day tired and end my day tired.
We drive home in silence. After he claimed me, Malcolm moved into my place since it’s roomier than his apartment. When we get back, he follows me upstairs, hovering. I feel guilty at being hard on him earlier. He didn’t do anything wrong. He flat-out rejected Trish. So why am I so grumpy? Hormones, maybe. The doctor did warn me that mood swings were part of the deal.
“Can I run you a bath, C.?” he asks, standing in the doorway of the master bath.
I’m tempted because I do love a nice long bubble bath after work. Malcolm likes to tease me about that. I hesitate and he smiles encouragingly.
“It might help you relax,” he says.
“I guess.” I shrug, unable to deny my need to soak in a warm bath.
“I’ll even wash your hair.” He sounds relieved I’ve agreed as he disappears into the bathroom.
He’s trying so hard to be a good alpha, I’m even guiltier about my bad mood. I enter the bathroom and he has the water running. He’s adding jasmine and rose bath salts to the waterand the floral scent fills the bathroom. He’s meticulous about checking the temperature of the water as I slowly unbutton my shirt.
“Sorry I was grumpy,” I mumble.
“It’s okay.”
He stands and comes over to help me undress. He smiles sweetly at me as he unbuttons the remainder of my buttons. Then he pushes the shirt off my shoulders and it falls to the tile floor. Next he undoes my jeans, kissing the side of my neck. I shiver at the warm press of his full lips on my skin. I feel calmer now that I have my alpha’s full attention.
Once I’m naked, he leads me to the bath. He shuts off the water and helps me into the big tub. I groan as I sink down into the warm, sudsy water, leaning my head against the tub. He’s still fully dressed, but the look in his eyes as he runs his gaze over my naked body makes me wish he wasn’t.
However, he makes no move to strip. He simply pours warm water over my head and then begins gently washing my hair. Goosebumps prickle my skin as his strong fingers massage the citrus shampoo into my scalp. Just his touch turns me on so much my cock is thick and poking out of the bubbles within minutes.
He rinses my hair, and I meet his lusty gaze, but still, he makes no sexual move on me. He takes a sponge from the side of the tub and he washes my body in careful strokes. He tortures me by rubbing the sponge over my nipples until they’re hard brown nubs. He keeps doing that until I’m trembling with lust.
I open my thighs and he smiles, rubbing the soft sponge over my balls and taint. I can’t help the little moan that escapesme when he sets the sponge aside and begins using his hand instead.
Slick seeps from my ass into the water as his deft fingers caress my aching balls and hole. When he slips a finger inside me, I gasp and arch my back, holding his lusty gaze. With his other hand he strokes my erection in slow, even strokes. He slides two more fingers into my ass, and my lips part as I groan loudly.
