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“Not getting pregnant and doing exactly what he’s had planned all along,” Boston said, mirroring my thoughts exactly. He blew out a breath, then leaned in to kiss my forehead, then my lips. “None of this is about your father,” he said, his voicetaking on that in charge, determined alpha tone he had that I loved so much. “Forget about him for a second. What do you want?”
“I want to have this baby,” I said, sliding my hand down my sweaty, cum-and-slick-sticky body to press a hand over my belly. It was slightly more distended than usual, since it was filled with Boston’s cum still, but I loved that sensation. “I also want to go back to skating,” I said, my heart squeezing. Would I be able to do both?
“I get it,” Boston said, shifting his hand to rest over mine. “And this has all got to be really confusing right now.”
“Confusing doesn’t begin to cover it,” I huffed ironically.
Boston shifted his hand to cup my jaw and turn my face up to his. He looked into my eyes and said, “Hey. You’ve only been pregnant for, like, five minutes. Absolutely nobody expects you to figure out the rest of your life with a baby in it.”
“And you,” I said, smiling as a swell of love for Boston filled me. “I want you in it, too.”
“Good,” he said. “Because I’m not letting you go at this point. I paid twenty-one million dollars for you.”
I laughed and tried to wrap my arm around him before realizing I still wore the restraints with their thick chain. “Think maybe you can get these off me now, Sir?” I asked teasingly.
“Your wish is my command,” he said, racing to unbuckle the restraints and toss them aside.
“I thought that was my role,” I said as he worked.
“It is,” Boston said, gathering me into his arms and rolling me to my back, carefully resting his weight on top of me once he did. “But I can be your slave even though I own you,” he said.
“I’m not sure that’s how it works,” I said, my smile growing. I wriggled a little, widening my legs, until I had him right where I wanted above me.
“It’s our scene,” Boston said. “It works however we say it works.”
“That’s very Dom of you,” I laughed.
“Yeah, but you like a good Dom, right?”
I grasped the sides of his face and lifted myself as much as I could to kiss him lightly. “I do,” I said. “Thank you for showing me that that hasn’t changed.”
“You’re still you, Lucien,” he said, kissing me back. “You still have the same wants and desires. And I’m more than happy to explore all of that with you and then some.”
I was so happy I could hardly contain it. I didn’t really need to, though. Boston could feel my emotions through our new bond.
Of course, that also meant he could feel the determination that began to grow within me, now that my physical needs were satisfied and I had a baby in me. This all might have been part of my father’s plan, but I wasn’t going to let him own any part of the new journey I was on. And I wasn’t going to forget skating either.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Boston
Iwas over the moon happy. With all the pressure and potential upheaval in my life thanks to the upcoming city budget cuts, I should have been scared shitless. I could have been on the verge of losing my job right when I’d bonded with an omega who was now pregnant with my baby. And yeah, Lucien had enough money of his own from his skating wins and endorsements over the years to take care of himself and me, too, probably, but my alpha instinct told me I needed to be the one to take care of him. I needed to take care of our family.
But none of that translated into the stress that it should have, because I was just so damn happy.
“Do you want to tell people?” I asked Lucien the next morning as I rubbed moisturizer into his scars after we’d taken a fantastic, hot shower together, and by that I didn’t mean the water temperature.
Lucien winced, and I felt uncertainty from him. “No,” he said after a long pause. “The station has enough to worry about right now. Let’s wait until things settle down a little bit.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” I said, kissing his thigh where I’d just slathered his scars with lotion.
Lucien tensed slightly, then let out a breath, like he was deliberately letting go of his insecurities and fears. “I can still feel the flogger marks on my back a little bit,” he said with a sheepish grin. “I know it doesn’t make sense, but they kind of make the scars feel better.”
“Are they itchy?” I asked, sitting straight and putting the lid back on his tube of medicated lotion.
“The scars? Always,” he answered. “The flogger marks? They’re just a little warm.” His grin turned naughty, and he added, “The rest of my body? It feels sore and loose and used.”
“Just the way I like it,” I said, leaning forward to kiss his lips lingeringly before standing to put the lotion away. “Don’t think I’m done with you just because you’re knocked up the way I want you, boy,” I said, quickly putting on my Dom persona and pointing at him. “One baby isn’t enough. I intend to get my money’s worth out of you.”
