Baiting Him (How to Catch an Alpha 2)

“I’m not creating problems.”

I don’t even bother responding to her statement, since I know it will only encourage her to fight her corner.

“I’m not creating problems.” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, and this time, I do actually laugh. “This isn’t funny.”

“I know.” I kiss her shoulder. “Since you’re in a mood to fight, I think you should also know you won’t be working as much as you do now.”

“Pardon?” She turns her head to glare at me.

“You’re carrying our child. You need to rest, and working fifteen-hour days is not good for you, and for sure it’s not good for the baby.”

“You just . . . I just can’t believe you.”

“You hired Anna, and I know she’s good at her job and that she can handle things in your absence. You need to let her do that.”

“I’ve been taking a day off every week.”

“Yeah, but you could take two, cut back your hours, and let her cover things.”

“Rachelle and Aubrey are gone,” she says, sounding sad.

“Yeah, and since they left, you’ve been dragging your feet on replacing them.”

“Why are you being annoying right now?”

“You only think I’m annoying right now because you know I’m right. You can’t only think about you anymore.” I touch my hand to her stomach under the water, and her breath catches. “You’re pregnant. I know you just found out and that it’s going to take you a little time to come to terms with that, but I want you and our baby healthy. So if I have to tie you to the bed for the next nine months to make sure you’re taken care of, that’s what I will do.”

“Why are you so okay with this?” She tips her head down as she places her hand over the top of mine.

“I’m okay with it because I know what a miracle it is and because I already knew I wanted kids with you someday,” I say, and she sighs, then leans her head back to rest against my shoulder.

“My mom is going to freak.”

“Your mom is going to be thrilled, and so is everyone else.”

“You know, it’s really frustrating that you’re not freaking out, especially since you’re the guy and should be the one freaking out right now.”

“Is that written in blood somewhere?”

“No, spaceman, it’s just normal Earth male behavior,” she grumbles, and I chuckle, then kiss the side of her head.

“Are you ready to get out of the bath?”

“Not really, but I’m hungry, so I’m going to have to get up,” she says, turning to her stomach, and the moment her soft belly brushes my cock, it comes to life between us.

“Come here.” I pull her up my body, and her legs fall open to rest on either side of my hips.

“What?” she asks, resting her hands against my chest, sounding suddenly turned on.

“Do you love me?” I prompt, sliding my hand around the back of her neck.

Her face softens. “Yes.”

“And you know I love you, right?”

“Yes,” she repeats, searching my eyes.

“I’m here. We’re in this together, and I promise everything is going to be okay.”

“Okay,” she says softly.

“Okay,” I reiterate, and then I pull her face down for a kiss and groan when she rolls her hips against mine as the head of my cock bumps her entrance.

“Chrissie,” I warn, capturing her hip with one hand.

“Gaston.” She smiles against my lips before rolling her hips once more, sliding me deeper.

“Fuck,” I hiss as her pussy ripples.

“Yes,” she whimpers, taking all of me, and my fingers dig into her flesh as she stills, looking down at me. “I might be scared out of my mind, but one thing I know for certain—there is no one else I’d want to have a baby with, no one else I will ever love the way I love you. So you’re right—it’s going to take me some time to get used to the idea of becoming a mom, but I know I will get used to it, and I’ll do that because I have you.”

“Are you going to spend the rest of your life with me?” I ask, and her face softens while her pussy tightens like a vise.

“Yes,” she answers, and I drop my hand from behind her neck, then wrap both my palms around her waist.

“Move, baby,” I order, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. I can’t believe this gorgeous woman is mine, that I get to spend the rest of my life with her, and that she is carrying my child. “You gotta move, sweetheart. Otherwise, I’m going to fuck you, and I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Then fuck me,” she taunts, and I clench my teeth against the urge to fuck her.

“Chrissie.”

“You won’t hurt me or the baby. So please, fuck me.”

At her words, I lift my hips while I pull her down hard, then keep doing it over and over, listening to the sounds of her pleasure bouncing off the walls and the water sloshing out of the tub. When I know she’s close, feel the tightness, and see her eyes go half-mast, I lean up and pull her breast into my mouth and bite down on the tip. She cries out as she comes, and I pull her down onto me three more times before I lose myself inside her.