Chapter 156
One hundred and fifty eight
Lisa POV
I woke up to the mattress dipping behind me.
My heart gave a skip, fluttering with ridiculous joy even as I kept my eyes half-closed and my breathing steady.
Cameron.
Relief came in fast, and I hated how strong it felt. I hated how my body lit up at the mere scent of him, his cologne and that underlying musk that always made my thighs press together.
Stupid hormones.
This pregnancy had turned me into someone who craved him constantly, even when I told myself I didn’t need anyone, least of all the man who’d put this baby in me.
“Couldn’t stay away?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.
“I didn’t try very hard,” he replied.
That pulled something out of me I wasn’t ready to deal with. I turned then, finally looking at him. He looked like he hadn’t slept much, and for some reason, that made this worse instead of better.
His arm slipped around my thickened waist, then he caressed my stomach, and then my breasts, which were now fuller and more sensitive.
I felt the heat of his bare chest press against my back, his cock already half-hard and nudging against the curve of my ass through the thin fabric of my sleep shirt.
“Lisa,” he murmured against my neck. His lips brushed my skin, sending a shiver straight down to my core.
I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I arched back into him, letting my body speak. His hand slid lower, pushing my shirt up until he could cup one swollen breast, thumb circling the darkened, sensitive nipple until it peaked tight and aching. A moan escaped me as wetness gathered between my legs.
Cameron took his time, like he always did when he sensed I needed gentleness. He rolled me onto my back, kissing me while he peeled my shirt off and tugged my panties down my thighs. I was naked beneath him in moments, my pregnant belly rising between us.
He looked at me like I was something sacred, and his dark, hungry gaze traced the curve of my body.
He settled between my spread thighs as he rubbed the blunt head of his cock through my folds. I was dripping already, aching to be filled.
“Easy,” he whispered, pressing in inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite. I gasped as he sank deeper, my walls fluttering around his girth until he bottomed out, buried to the hilt. I felt deliciously full. His cock throbbed inside me, pressing against that sensitive spot that made my toes curl, while my belly rested against his lower abs.
We moved together in a lazy rhythm. No frantic pounding tonight. His mouth found my breasts, sucking gently on one nipple while his hand cradled the other. Milk hadn’t come in yet, but they were so tender that every pull sent sparks straight to my clit. I moaned louder, hips lifting to meet him, my hands gripping his shoulders.
The baby shifted inside me as we made love, a soft flutter against the pressure of Cameron’s body. It only heightened everything and was a reminder that he was the one who’d done this to me, that his seed had taken root and was growing right there while he fucked me so tenderly.
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hunard and fitty gh
+15 Benus
When I came, it rolled through me in shuddering waves.
Cameron groaned my name, thrusting a little deeper as he spilled inside me, hot pulses of cum flooding my core. We stayed locked together, breathing hard.
Afterward, I slipped out of bed on shaky legs to clean up. The warm trickle of his release mixed with my own wetness slid down my inner thighs as I stood. I’d barely wiped myself with a warm cloth when I felt a kick low in my belly.
“Cameron… The baby just kicked.
He was beside me in an instant, still naked, eyes wide with that pure, boyish wonder that always undid me. His large hand replaced mine on my belly. Another kick came, firm against his fingers. His lips parted in awe.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, laughing softly in disbelief. “That’s… that’s my baby. Right there.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the taut skin, murmuring something too quiet for me to hear.
I laughed too, the sound a little watery as I threaded my fingers through his hair.
For a moment, everything felt perfect. But the ache settled in my chest anyway. This baby wasn’t mine to keep.
I swallowed it down, refusing to let it show. Instead, I pulled him back up for a tender kiss, letting his arms wrap around me and my rounded belly.
I stepped back, breaking the moment before it could settle into something worse, but he hugged me from behind.
“You should probably go home,” I said.
“I’m not leaving tonight p>
I turned to face him. “You have a sick mate,” I said. “You should be with her.
“I know where I should be,” he replied and kissed my forehead. “She’s probably asleep p>
I let out a breath, trying to hold onto a rational thought. “I’m not trying to be the other woman in someone else’s story p>
“You’re not p>
“That’s not how this works,” I said.
“Then explain how it works,” he replied.
I didn’t answer.
Because I couldn’t. Because I was the one who texted him. I was the one who opened the door to this and then
tried to act like I still had control over how far it went.
“That’s what I thought,” he said.
I shook my head. “Don’t make it sound simple p>
“It’s not simple,” he said. “I just stopped pretending it is p>
That shut me up.
He kissed me again, and I let him, even though I knew I shouldn’t. Even though I had just argued the opposite. My body didn’t care about any of that, and that was becoming a problem I couldn’t ignore.
2/4
Mantity eight
+15 Bchus
When he pulled back, I leaned against the counter, trying to steady my thoughts.
“Why do I suddenly crave ice cream,” I mumbled.
“What kind p>
“Vanilla p>
“I’ll get it,” he said.
“No,” I replied quickly. “It’s midnight p>
“I’m already up,” he said.
“Cameron p>
He winked at me, then grabbed his keys anyway. “I’ll be back p>
The house felt too quiet after he left. I moved around without doing much, trying to ignore how aware I was of his absence after everything that had just happened.
By the time he came back, I was fighting sleep.
We ended up in the kitchen, the lights low, the moment stretched in a way that felt natural.
I took the ice cream from him and opened it. “You didn’t have to. Sending an alpha for ice cream is diabolical p>
He laughed, and without meaning to, I joined him.
I took a spoonful, then looked at him. “You acted out of line earlier with the doctor p>
A groan escaped his lips. “Please don’t start. He was out of line first p>
“No, he wasn’t,” I said. “He was doing his job p>
“And getting comfortable doing it p>
“That’s your interpretation,” I said.
“It’s the correct one p>
I shook my head. “You’re the Alpha. You don’t get to act like that in front of people p>
“Well, I’m not apologizing to him,” he said.
“I didn’t say you had to. I’m saying you should think about how it looks p>
“I don’t care how it looks p>
“You should,” I said. “Because I’m the one who has to deal with the consequences if something goes wrong, and I need someone who knows what they’re doing p>
“You trust him that much? He’s not the best doctor out there. We can get another one. A female doctor, preferably p>
I laughed. “That’s your solution p>
“It solves the problem,” he said.
“It creates another one,” I replied. “Competence matters more than your comfort p>
3/4
+15 Bchus
That shut that down. I set the spoon aside and looked at him. “I have to travel for the festival this weekend p>
“I’ll come with you,” he said.
“What? That doesn’t even look right p>
“Fine,” he said after a while. “You go. I’ll handle security p>
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