Baiting Him (How to Catch an Alpha #2)(60)

“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.

She falls against my chest, and I close my eyes, feeling my heart beating wildly. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she pants, giving my waist a squeeze, “but I doubt I’ll be able to get out of this tub on my own.”

I smile at her comment, then wait until I gather enough strength to get up while holding her. I set her on her feet just outside the tub, then grab a towel for her and wrap her up before hooking mine around my hips. I lead her to the bedroom, and once she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, I reach into my nightstand and dig around until I find the box I’m looking for. I pull out the platinum ring with a large emerald-cut diamond and toss the box back in the drawer, then go to Chrissie, taking her left hand.

“Gus.”

“If you’re going to marry me, sweetheart, you’re going to need this,” I say, sliding the ring on her finger. The moment it’s in place, I lift my head, and her eyes meet mine.

“How long have you had this?”

“Awhile. I was waiting for the right time to ask you. Seems now isn’t just the right time—it’s the perfect time.”

“Oh my,” she whispers, and then tears start to fall down her cheeks as she drops her eyes back to her hand. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For pursuing me, for wanting me in spite of my quirks, and for loving me.”

“Baby, you might not think you did, but you baited and landed me right in your trap by being everything you are.”

“Well, then, it’s a good thing I’m so awesome.”

“Yeah, it is.” I laugh, right before I kiss her, thinking I’m lucky as fuck I get to experience this kind of soul-deep happiness for the rest of my life.