Alpha’s Baby(89)

“So get up, Mr. Horn Dog. It’s time for me to go figure out what we’re going to wear tonight.” She half-turned as if to go toward the bathroom, giving me a nice wiggle of her butt, and I felt myself twitch again. She opened the door but stopped, turning back to me with a saucy grin. “Oh, and you’re expected to dress up tonight too.”

I let out a groan. “Why?”

Bella stuck out her tongue at me. “Because everyone else is, that’s why!’

I let out a groan louder than the last. “This is bullshit.”

Dammit, I had other plans for tonight. I wanted to make this private. But there’s so much about this date that I can’t put it off. Ah well, guess I’ll be winging shit. I’m good at that, I thought. I rolled out of bed and followed her into the bathroom, where Bella was looking at her scar in the mirror.

“You really don’t mind it?” she asked, taking down the bottle of Vitamin E-infused olive oil that she rubbed on the scar twice a day. “My scar?”

“Not at all,” I said, hugging her from behind, my cock twitching as it nestled in between her pert, bubbly butt cheeks. “You know I think it’s sexy as hell. By the way . . . I was kinda wondering, next time, can we try for a girl?”

Bella laughed, moaning softly as she pushed her hips back against my now fully hard cock. “Well, it’s not like we can control that, but I don’t mind that at all. You ready for me to blow up like an elephant again?”

“A sexy elephant,” I teased, kissing the swan-like curve of Bella’s neck. She melted back into my body, and I brought my hands up with two thoughts on my mind—the surprise I was going to have to spring in front of everyone, and the beautiful woman I had in my arms who wanted me to make love with her again before that.





Chapter 41





Bella





I felt sexy, wearing that red dress again. Stefan had wondered why I’d chosen to wear the exact cocktail dress that I’d worn to the governor’s party, the same one that had ended so horribly, but I knew why. First, it was a great dress, and I was proud of the hard work I’d put in to get myself able to wear it again. If anything, I thought I looked even hotter in it. I certainly filled out the cups and the ass better.

Secondly, and more importantly, I couldn’t let such a great dress only have bad memories attached to it. Sure, it was stupid, but I wanted to ‘redeem’ the dress. Still, I’d added a black shorty jacket to the ensemble, giving the whole thing sort of a Spanish look, and as I came down the stairs, Stefan, who looked amazing in the classic black tux, his hair slightly gelled and his jawline shaved totally clean, gawked a little.

“My God, how am I supposed to behave myself with you looking like that?” he whispered, putting an arm around my waist. “You look ravishing.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Livingston. I feel ravishing too,” I reassure him. “And you look positively dashing.”

“I see you two have been digging around in the estate’s library,” Grandma Em said behind us, holding Rylan in her arms as she approached us. “Guess that’s a better use for those old leather-bound books than just show. Come on. The guests are arriving, and you know they want to see you guys.”

“They want to see Rylan. We’re just accessories,” Stefan joked, and his joke proved correct as our son became the total center of attention. Cousins, aunts, and uncles that I haven’t seen in years all gathered around us, every one of them eager to hold, touch, or at least see the newest member of the family.

Rylan put up with it for a while before he protested, and I stepped in, cutting off the cuddles. “Okay, guys, let’s sit down for dinner. It’s Stefan’s birthday anyway. That’s supposed to be the reason we’re here.”

I glanced over at Mom, who was looking better than she did six months ago, more relieved. The paperwork was done. She and Terry aren’t married anymore, but watching them talk to each other, they were being civil. In fact, I saw Mom smile once at a comment Terry made, which I guess was a good sign. We’ve kept in touch, but I still wasn’t sure what the future holds there.

Grandpa Baron took charge of the dinner, sitting at the head of the long formal dining room table, Grandma Em at his right, with Stefan, Rylan, and me on his left. The conversation was lively, and we were on the second course when Grandpa Baron set his soup spoon down, looking at me and Stefan. “So, enjoying the party?”

“It’s been a blast, Grandpa,” Stefan said. “I’ll admit I was a little worried, but everyone’s been . . . well, at least everyone’s been polite.”