Page 64 of Best Friends
He laughs softly. “I like that you show your emotions more lately.”
“Do you?”
“Yep.” He grins. “You’ve always been really good at hiding your emotions. I think that’s why it took me so long to make my move on you.”
I sit up on my elbow and meet his gaze. “Chey says you planned to seduce me at the fishing convention. Is that true?”
His cheeks flush. “Not exactly. I… I had no plan going into the weekend. But then when the girls weren’t playing nice, Ifigured it was the perfect opportunity for me to feel you out. I wanted to see if maybe you were attracted to me too.”
I widen my eyes. “So you already realized you were attracted to men?”
He shakes his head. “Not men. You. I’d been having sexual feeling for you for years before I made a move.” He gives an embarrassed laugh. “My mom thinks we’re fated mates.”
I blink at him in shock. “She does? Why would she think that?”
He brings our clasped hands up to his lips. “Because.” His breath is warm against my knuckles. “The minute we met, we were inseparable. I knew the second I saw you in your little blue overalls grumbling on your porch, that you belonged to me, C. I didn’t realize it was ever going to be romantic until about five years ago.”
“Five years,” I repeat, surprise rippling through me.
“Yep. I pushed it down and just enjoyed the women who wanted me.” He licks his lips. “But deep down, I wanted you and only you.”
I lie down again and we lie chest to chest, staring into each other’s eyes. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
He shrugs. “I knew you weren’t ready.”
“How did you know I’d be ready at the convention?”
He grimaces. “I… I wasn’t a hundred percent sure you would be. But your scent had changed the last year, and I had a feeling you were maturing enough to know what you really wanted.”
“My scent changed,” I mumble.
“Yep. It got grassier and sweeter. I’d read that can signal an omega is maturing and preparing for their mate.” He gives a nervous laugh. “I was scared as hell that weekend. I mean, just because you were maturing and preparing for your mate didn’t mean you’d ever seemeas your mate. But I… I had to try.”
I bite my bottom lip. “I still remember that first kiss in the elevator.”
His eyes flicker with heat. “I couldn’t fucking believe it when you kissed me back. And then when you went along with sucking each other off, I… I was so happy. Terrified, but so fucking happy.”
I frown. “But when we got back to everyday life, you went back to flirting with women.”
“I didn’t want to pressure you. Overwhelm you.” He laughs sheepishly. “You’re so fucking hard to read, C. I… I was scared that I’d pushed you too far. Then you started acting so cold and avoiding me and I thought I truly had fucked everything up with you.”
I hesitate. “I was avoiding you because I couldn’t handle watching you with anyone else. It was too painful. And you were acting like nothing had happened between us, which confused the fuck out of me.”
He strokes a finger down my cheek. “There’s no handbook on how to transition your straight friendship into a gay one. I was as confused as you. I figured maybe we should just go back to fucking women together until another opportunity to be together sexually presented itself.”
I laugh. “You mean another fishing convention?”
He winces. “I’m just so fucking relieved we worked it all out. From the minute I kissed you, I knew you had to be mine. My omega, not just my friend.” His nostrils flare as he watches me. “Now you have my baby inside you.”
I shiver. “Yeah. You got me pregnant, Malc.”
“Sure did,” he rumbles. “I fucked you bare and spilled my seed into your womb, and your body accepted my sperm. Your body recognized my alpha seed.”
I laugh nervously, but my dick is hard. Wordlessly, we push our sweats down and within seconds he’s inside me. I cry out as his thick cock slides deep inside my aching ass, and he thrust deep and slow, staring into my eyes. He bites my bottom lip, tugging at it painfully. I groan and wrap my legs around his hips, meeting his aggressive thrusts. This is a quick, needy fuck spurred on by dirty talk and memories of being bred.
Within minutes, I’m arching into him, crying out wantonly as he comes inside me hot and sweet. My body trembles as I take his seed in, eyes locked as my alpha marks me from the inside. The hot pulse of his cum makes my dick spill against our heaving abdomens. I hold him tight as my orgasm washes over me, bathing me in the most delicious sensations.
He kisses me gently as our orgasms fade. We’re still connected, his heavy cock still buried inside me. Nothing feels better than being with my alpha. I’m most content when in his arms. In his presence. I’ve always felt that with Malcolm, so maybe there’s some truth to the idea we’re fated mates. It’s not something I ever believed in until now. But the searing possessiveness I feel toward Malcolm is all the convincing I need.
