Page 242 of The Alpha's Second Chance Mate

Without another word, he pulled out and drove away. I’d be counting the days until he returned. I’d also be gauging Stormy’s emotional state as the weeks and months went by. The moment I thought she might be ready for romance, I’d have Langston on the phone in a heartbeat.

That night, I realized I still hadn’t peed on a stick. It had been nearly a month since my last period, so I knew what was going on, but I still wanted to be sure.Officially.

The next morning, after telling Ash and Cole what I was doing, I headed to the guest bathroom and peed on the little plastic stick. After setting it on the counter, I opened the bathroom door to find them hanging around in the hall.

“What the hell?” I said. “Were you guys listening to me pee?”

“Not really,” Cole said.

“Sorta,” Ashton said.

“God.” I rolled my eyes. “It still needs a couple minutes.”

“Okay,” they both said in unison.

“For God’s sake. Fine.”

The three of us stood like idiots in the small half-bathroom, our shoulders touching, staring at the little test, waiting to see if itwas positive or negative, even though I was already a hundred percent sure what the result was.

“Who the heck has a baby fifteen years after their first?” Ashton asked.

“Cut the crap,” Cole said, and nudged Ash with his elbow. “You know you’re excited.”

Ashton scratched the side of his head. “It might be cool to have a little brother or sister, I guess.”

The timer on my phone went off, and we leaned forward to see the result. Sure enough, a second pink line stood next to the first. We were, most definitely, expecting.

“What does the line mean?” Cole asked, his breath low, almost a whisper.

I poked him in the side. “It means that someone has about eight months to build a nursery.”

Cole looked at me, happy tears shimmering in his eyes. Instead of crying, he let out a loud whoop of excitement and wrapped his arms around me and Ash. The three of us did a goofy little dance in the bathroom. I’d never felt more love in my whole life. My everything was here—in my arms, and in my womb. There were a few tears shed, but they were happy. Gloriously happy.

That evening, despite my initial worries, Cole allowed Ashton to spend the night at Brayden’s house. He hadn’t been away from me since our escape from the mansion. I’d been hesitant at first, but Cole had been persuasive.

“The kid is gonna have to go out on his own at some point, Avery,” he said. “Let him go have some fun. You won’t be able to hover around him forever.”

“I guess you’re right,” I said.

“Plus,” Cole added with a mischievous grin, “I don’t think you want him to hear the things I’d gonna do to you tonight.”

I smiled slyly. “Well, when you put it like that, how can I say no?”

A couple hours later, we barely even made it through a dinner of grilled chicken and salad before we ended up in the bedroom, tearing each other’s clothes off. The stress, fear, and sadness of the last several weeks melted out of us as our garments fell in piles of cotton and polyester on the floor.

Cole slipped his hands under my ass and lay me gently on the bed. Our lips met in a kiss so deep and filled with longing that I lost myself to it. Something about the night felt surreal, dreamlike. Even as Cole pulled away and trailed kisses down my chin and neck, my mind had a hazy quality to it, like this wasn’t actually happening. Part of me was sure that I was still in Kyle’s mansion, locked away in that room, dreaming of what I wanted to happen.

When Cole’s tongue flicked across my nipple, those thoughts vanished, shattering like a mirror struck with a rock. I came back to the present, and I knew with complete certainty that this was no dream.

“Are you okay?” Cole whispered.

In answer, I ran my fingers through his hair and pushed his head back down to my breast. The heat of his body atop mine drew carnal desires from deep within my mind. I pictured the things Cole had done to me in the past and wondered what he would do to me tonight, and warmth flooded my pussy.

As if sensing my need, Cole slipped a finger into me, and a groan of pleasure escaped my lips. Any semblance of restraint fled. I’d been so close to losing everything, and I didn’t want to waste another minute.

“I want your cock,” I murmured, pushing Cole off me and onto his back.

He grinned up at me and sucked in a breath as I took him into my mouth. Taking the base of his dick into my hand, I bobbed my head up and down while stroking him. Cole twisted my hair around his hand and moved it to the side to get a better view. I glanced up, and the look of abject pleasure on his face nearly made me come.

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