Alpha’s Baby(88)

Like now—despite just draining me, I still could go another round or two. I know what it was, really. After moving into the Livingston manor, we felt not just acceptance but security. Grandma Em and Grandpa Baron had both greeted us warmly. There were no tense conversations and no accusations of ruining the family. Just love.

I guess having an accepting family was the world’s best aphrodisiac, and the staff had learned to knock before entering our guest wing or risk walking in on two young lovers doing all sorts of things. Like now, a just after lunch quickie that had come over us while I was supposed to be getting changed for my shoulder rehab workout in the pool. Bella just couldn’t resist me once I got down to my underwear, it seemed.

Bella giggled and then kissed me on the lips, running her hand over my half-hard cock teasingly. “Why, yes. Yes, it was.”

I glanced around at the big guest room we were staying in. It reminded of an old bread and breakfast inn room, with fancy curtains and furniture. It had a warm, cozy feel. Across the room, there was a door adjoining a smaller guest room. This is where Rylan slept, though after that crazy sex session, he probably wasn’t going to be sleeping for long. Thankfully, babies sleep a lot, and the walls of the manor are thick.

After the accident, Bella and I had graciously accepted our grandparents’ offer. With injuries that kept me from being able to do heavy physical labor, I’d been forced to quit my job, and I was willing to set my pride aside if it meant that Bella and Rylan were taken care of. Instead of feeling ashamed, though, Bella had made me feel even more like a man, saying that it was the type of teamwork she had mentioned months before.

So that was good, too. Luckily for me, Grandpa Baron was pretty smart and had gone a step further by offering me a job to work for his company as soon as I was up to task. There were other conditions as well. I suspected he was going to get one or both of us back to college at some point, which to be honest, I wasn’t that opposed to. Even if I did like working with my body, that didn’t mean that was all I could do, Bella neither. Not that she couldn’t work her body too.

And judging by the glorious lovemaking I’d just had with Bella, I’d say we were about fully healed.

I tilted my head toward the adjoining room, listening. By now, Rylan would have been awake by all the noises we had made, bawling his eyes out. The fact that he was quiet suggested that he must have been elsewhere.

“Where is Rylan?” I asked Bella curiously.

“He’s downstairs with Grandma Em,” she replied. “She’s getting him ready for tonight.”

With how huge the Livingston estate was, downstairs could mean anywhere.

I raised an eyebrow. “Tonight? What’s happening tonight?”

Bella looked surprised. “Didn’t I tell you? Our parents are flying in for a gathering. Others in the family are coming too, apparently.”

Anxiety twisted my abs. That did not sound good at all. “They are?”

Bella nodded, running a finger over my bare chest, causing electricity to spark where our flesh met. “Everyone already knows about us. They've had time to get over it.”

“I don't know about that,” I said incredulously. “People in our family can be so difficult.”

Bella quirked her lips. “I know. I’m looking at one right now.”

I grabbed her finger that she was using to trace circles on my chest and playfully nipped at it with my teeth. “Hey, I haven’t been so difficult, have I? Especially when it comes to giving you the . . .” I glanced down and twitched my cock several times, causing Bella to burst out laughing.

“No,” she chuckled. “Only when it comes to fucking me harder . . .”

Lust burned through my nether regions. “Trust me, we can remedy that right now,” I said, grabbing her and pulling her close.

To my surprise, Bella tore herself out of my arms and rolled out of the bed, naked, and placed her hands on her hips.

“None of that, now,” she said as I admired her figure. Once she’d been able to walk without trouble, we started to exercise together. In addition to the swims in the pool for my shoulder, we started taking regular jogs around the manor’s huge grounds, slow at first, but increasing in speed as Bella’s body bounced back from her C-section even more beautiful than before.

She’d lost a few pounds but still carried some of her baby weight in all the right places. Her scar from her C-section had all but faded away, leaving a light mark, but I hardly paid attention to it. If I did, it was normally just to wonder over the miracle that had grown inside her body and what she meant to me. Simply put, giving birth took an already ‘ten’ Bella and made her about a ‘fifteen’ or so. I think that helped with my constant desire for her body, too.