Page 21 of Ready or Not
I hate it at times like these because I can feel his sincerity and how much he’s hurting in return.
It still doesn’t make me any less angry.
“Your pride fucked you over real good,” Holt says, sauntering into the room in the same low-slung sweats he put on to watch the movie earlier.
God, was that only earlier tonight? It feels like an eternity has passed.
“You could’ve stepped up—been the alpha in this scenario,” Holt taunts. “Seriously, man, omegas run. Not alphas.”
Cooper growls, finally releasing my cheeks. “You’re so sure you would’ve gotten it all right if you were in my place?”
“Fuck no,” Holt says. “That doesn’t mean you get to pop in here and act like you didn’t royally fuck her over. Mistake or not, it happened. You hurt her.”
“Yeah.” Cooper laughs bitterly. “And the three of you stepped right in. Didn’t you, Holt? She’s pregnant with my baby!”
“She was sick as a fucking dog when she got here from the lack of alpha pheromones. Be grateful we stepped up,” Holt growls, advancing even closer. “Stepped right in? Fuck you. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you back to the nest. He’s starting to really piss me off.”
“I’m sorry,” Cooper says, swiping a tattooed hand over his face. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you shouldn’t,” I agree. “But I’m sure this is a lot for you to take in. We can talk more tomorrow. If you’d like to come to the ultrasound with us, then I am open to that.”
Cooper’s face breaks out into a wide smile that I wish didn’t make my stomach flip-flop. “Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it.” He shoves himself off the edge of the bed and heads off.
Holt comes over, taking a seat. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I say, exhaling heavily.
“Hell, I’m not a woman, let alone a pregnant woman, and I don’t know if I’d be fine after everything that happened tonight.” Holt leans close, brushing his lips over mine. “And that’s okay too. If you can’t lean on your husband for support when your baby daddy pops in outta nowhere, then who can you?”
My head tilts. “I guess I better take advantage of it for the next six months, huh?”
“Sweetheart.” He thumbs my lower lip, crawling over my prone form. “Do you really think you’re getting rid of me that easily?”
My entire body aches to curve toward him, so I can bury my face in his comforting, beachy scent. I shrug, my shoulders bouncing. “You haven’t said anything to the contrary.”
“You think I beat the hell out of the new recruits for just anyone?” He chuckles, nipping at my lower lip. “Nah, I had to teach them a lesson about how they spoke to my wife.”
“I wasn’t your wife then.” My hands land on his bare shoulders, digging into his strong muscles.
“Doesn’t matter,” he growls, capturing my mouth. His warm skin frames mine as his arms cage me in. He curves around the baby belly but still manages to grind against me as our tongues clash. He kisses me breathless before pulling back and rolling to the side. “Are you good to stay in the bed tonight, or do you want to head to the nest?”
“This is fine,” I say as he carefully gives me a push toward the center of the mattress. He’s always weird about needing to be on the side with the door.
Which is kind of sweet.
Once I’m situated, he gives me a tug.
I end up with my head on his shoulder. He grabs the back of my thigh, pulling it over his hips. The maternity underwear digs into my stomach, and I readjust them.
“Let’s just remove these.” He helps yank them off and tosses them to the floor. His hand teases up and down my thigh. “I think we both prefer it this way.”
“I just enjoy feeling your skin against mine.” I snuggle closer, breathing in his salty scent. It’s nearly impossible not to let my mind race, but nothing can be done right this very moment.
Chapter Eight
Holt
Iwake up to my wife grinding her pussy all over my thigh and hip. Shit has royally hit the fan, but I have to ignore how frustrated I am about that entire situation, or it could ruin a perfect moment.