Plunge (Alpha Athletes 1)

“But—”

“Shh. Stop worrying. I’ve got you now. It’s going to be okay.”

“You know I don’t expect you to do anything for me, right? I can take care of the baby on my own. I’m not saying you have to be involved.”

“Would you shut up?”

My mouth clamped closed.

“Listen to me, you stubborn she-devil. You’re not scaring me away. You’re not raising my baby in another country. You’re not doing this alone. Do you hear me?”

I nodded slowly.

“Good. That’s settled. Tomorrow you can tell our baby how he was there when his dad won two gold medals.”

“He?”

He rubbed my belly and put an ear to my stomach. “Definitely a he.”

“Wait, we’re not going to live in two different countries?” My mind raced with everything Blaine had just said.

“No, we’re not.” He eyed me.

“Then who’s moving?”

“Ever thought about living in Australia?”

I blinked. “No. It’s on the other side of the world.”

He kissed my neck and I settled back on the bed. His lips traveled to my throat and over my collarbone.

“How would you like to wake up to this every morning?”

His hand slipped lower from my stomach and I found I was already eager to accept his fingers as he pushed them inside me. My breath hitched.

“Yes, please.”

“Then it’s settled.” His thumb circled my clit and I bowed off the bed. My body was firing out of control.

“I have no idea what I just agreed to,” I moaned. My muscles gripped at his fingers. How did he always find my G-spot so quickly?

He laughed. “You agreed to be happy and to let me make you come every day.”

“Oh yes,” I whimpered. “Okay.” I looked into his eyes, knowing I had no control.

My body was his and he knew how to play it perfectly.

Chapter Nineteen

Blaine

I’m not going to say I was the kind of man who planned on having a typical life. I didn’t think those things were meant for me. I worked fucking hard to get where I did. I didn’t get there by daydreaming. I got there by putting in blood, sweat, and tears.

So when Ava told me she was having my baby I could either stay that man. The man who climbed and scraped, shoving and pushing his way to the top, or I could change. In a split second, I looked in her eyes and I knew it was worth every ounce of pain and struggle to change. It was worth every world record, every gold medal, to be the kind of man she could count on. To be the kind of father our baby deserved.

“Ready?” Jim signaled me as I sat on the bench in the locker room.

I nodded. I didn’t bother to take the earbuds from my ears.