Best Friends (New Species #15)(28)

“We use special condoms because of it.”

“Special?”

“Thicker than normal. Tear-proof. There were some issues with that because we shoot so hard. The tips of some of the condoms didn’t withstand it.”

“Wow. Okay.” She seemed to think that over. “Thicker condoms must also mean less feeling for you during sex, doesn’t it?”

He shrugged. “It was a little odd to feel contained, but I have no complaints.”

“I went to my girlie-bits doctor six months ago because I needed a refill on my birth control pills. They always run tests… I’m healthy, Snow. I mean, I don’t have anything. You know.” She blushed. “Clean bill of health. Have you been check over?”

“Are you asking me if I have any sexually transmitted diseases?”

She nodded.

“Species are immune to most things, including those.”

“Then we don’t need to use condoms. I can’t get pregnant.”

He stilled, all dreams of having a future son with her instantly dashed. “You’re sterile?” Guilt swiftly followed. He was afraid he’d make Mel feel bad, and that was the last thing he wanted. “It doesn’t matter.” And it didn’t. He may have wanted to become a father, but his feelings for Mel were more important. She was his female, and he wanted to keep her.

She frowned. “No. I’m not sterile. Everyone knows New Species can’t have babies. But it’s okay. I insisted on condoms because of STDs but you just told me that’s not a problem. So, after we eat, ditch the condoms.” She smiled. “I trust that you’re healthy.”

He wanted to growl in frustration. He wasn’t allowed to tell her the truth—that New Species could get human females pregnant. She wasn’t officially his mate, even if he wished she were. “We should get dressed before our food arrives. Borrow one of my shirts. I’ll get you one.” He glanced down at her breasts, feeling his cock begin to swell.

Mel smiled. “I feel that. You are big. Are you sure I can’t go down on you?”

“I won’t risk choking you, Mel.”

“You could tell me before you blow, and I’ll pull back.”

His cock swelled more, desire firing in his veins. “Food, Mel. Don’t tease me.”

“It’s only teasing if I don’t really mean it.” She winked. “I want to see if you fit in other places.” She licked her lips.

He groaned in frustration, wanting to give it a try but knowing he’d lose control. “We’ll discuss this later.” He released her waist and gripped her hips, gently giving her a push. “Food first.”

“Okay.” She let him go and started to turn around, but then seemingly changed her mind, backing away instead. She looked over her shoulder to see where she was going.

“Why are you doing that?” He slowly stalked after her.

“I told you about my butt. I look way better from the front.”

He lunged, grabbed her, and lifted her into his arms.

She gasped. “What are you doing?”

He spotted no fear in her eyes. Just surprise. He gently dropped her onto the bed and flipped her to stomach. She tried to roll to her back but he pinned her and put his hand on her rounded ass. It was a nice one, very pale. He cupped it and squeezed. “I like this. It’s soft.”

She laughed, wiggling under him. “I have cellulite. Don’t look!”

He squeezed the globe of her cheek harder. “I like how this looks and feels. I see no problem here, Mel.”

“I have a lot of padding, that’s for sure.”

“Your ass is perfect. You accept me as I am, correct? I accept you as you are, Mel. I see no flaws.”

She stilled her wiggling and twisted her head, peering at him. “Point made.”

He reluctantly released her and got up off the bed, holding his hand out to her. “Food is coming.”

“Right.” She took his hand and let him pull her up. Then he turned, walked to one of his dressers, and removed a clean T-shirt. She took it. He drew on a pair of sweatpants, regretting giving her something to cover her body. His shirt fit her as if it were one of those nightgowns that females enjoyed wearing, falling to her thighs.

“I’m going to use your bathroom real quick.”

He watched her go, and wondered what he’d do after they ate and returned to his bed. He needed to use a condom to prevent Mel from getting pregnant, but she’d wonder why after giving him permission not to.

Mel was in the beginning stages of going into heat. The scent wasn’t there yet to tip off other males, but he’d tasted her. That’s why he’d lost control the second he’d put his mouth between her thighs, getting her off fast. The urge to mount her had been overpowering. Instincts had kicked in to breed her until his son was firmly planted inside her body.

“Damn,” he muttered. He wanted to trust Mel with the truth, but the NSO expected him to never reveal that their males could have children with human females until they were officially mated.

He heard someone knock on the door in the other room and fled his bedroom, hoping Mel wouldn’t come out until after their meal had been delivered. The human kitchen staff stayed on the lower floor. It would most likely be another Species male bringing their dinner. He felt territorial over his female and didn’t want anyone to see her bared legs.