Page 110 of Act Like You Don't Care
There was no slow easing in, no gradual ramping up of passion. I realized that he was as eager as I was and I shoved myself back at him, yelling unintelligible things that were maybe encouragement, or maybe just my excitement at finally getting what I’d been wishing silently for over so many months. My palms skidded over the slick floor as they fought to hold me steady against the pounding force of Miles driving into my body over and over again and I ended up on my elbows, unable to do anything but moan and simplyfeeleverything his body was forcing mine to feel. Instinct warred with habit inside me—I wanted to be in control,neededto be in control. But the other part of me, the omega part that I so often pushed aside and forced to shut up, it wanted nothing more than for Miles to run the show, for him to use his body to push me to the limits and then past them.
For today anyway, the omega won. I bowed my head and surrendered to the demands of his body, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me with each near-violent thrust of his hips against me. His breath near rattled in his chest now, hoarse with effort. I felt his fingers curl around the back of my neck and hook over my shoulder, holding me firmly in place for whatever he was planning next.
He reached beneath me with his other hand and stroked my cock, his hips rocking forward at the same time so that he bottomed-out on both sides at the exact same moment. I couldn’t stop the helpless noise I made and I promised myself I’d make him pay for that later. After we’d finished. Maybe during round two.
The stupidest thing I’ve ever done was kick this alpha out of my bed for nine months.
Miles seemed to take that sound I’d made as encouragement. I soon realized he’d been paying close attention all that time ago when we’d made this baby. Hehandledme in ways that I’d almost forgotten I liked.
It was glorious. And guilt-inducing, because following right on the heels of that thought was the realization that I didn’t have the same knowledge of his body. I didn’t know what to do to drive him crazy, to make him mindless with need like he was doing to me.
I’d have to fix that.
Later.
My entire body shivered, then tensed. Miles stroked me again, inside and out, his fingers tightening on my shoulder. The desire piling up inside me twisted in my groin, demanding more of him. I leaned back into his movement and ignored the babble falling from my mouth as I chased what he was so obviously determined to give me. Pleasure grew, heat flowing out to set the whole of my body on fire and then—that moment. Euphoria. I reached up to grab Miles’s hand where it still gripped my shoulder and let the orgasm overwhelm me. I lost track of everything except the feel of Miles’s hand under mind, the unbelievable release as that ball of joyful tension unwound itself inside me, and the weight of Miles’s body as his own orgasm drove him to attempt to bury himself even further inside my body.
I collapsed onto the floor on my side. Miles pressed himself against my back and gave me his arm to pillow my head. His other hand stretched around my waist to cup my belly. I closed my eyes and listened to my body and his during the slow fade back to normal.
The kiss on the back of my neck was a gentle surprise. "You're gorgeous, you know that, right?" he murmured.
I gave a tiny chuckle. "Depends on the audience. You might be biased." My eyes flew open. "You are biased, aren't you?"
"So very, very biased," he agreed and kissed me behind my ear. "As nice as this is, the floor can't be all that comfortable for you. You want to move to the couch and nap?"
I thought about it. "Shower first, I think." I made a face. "I'd invite you to join me, but..."
"Yeah, I know." He ran his hand over the curve of my belly.
I put my hand over his, both of us embracing the new life we'd created. "Maybe there'll be enough room when the little parasite gets evicted."
"You keep saying things like that about her, she's never going to come out, just to spite you."
I turned my head and brushed my lips over the corner of his mouth. "If you really believe that our child can't be out-stubborned by me, I have a lot of work ahead of me."
He laughed and squeezed me gently. After a few moments of contemplative silence, he said, "So, what does this mean for us?"
Fear and anticipation chilled my heart and made it race. “What do you want this to mean?”
“Don’t fence with me Tam. I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t want you to hurt me.”
“I won’t be a house omega.”
He started to laugh, softly at first, then harder, his forehead pressed against the crown of my head.
“What?” I demanded when it became obvious he wasn’t going to explain his amusement. “Miles?”
“I’d be shocked to find there was anyone in Hollywood that thought you would be happy as a house omega.” He laughed some more, as if the idea was terminally funny.
I didn’t find it all that funny, though. “You’d be surprised,” I muttered, feeling the happiness fade away. “They don’t always think about happy.”
He stopped laughing and moved out of the way so he could turn me onto my back and look me directly in the eye. “I do.” The lines of his face had settled into his normal sober expression, eyes squinted in concern. “I want the man I fell in love with nine months ago. The one who argued with me and dug his heels in and forced me to explain myself to him. I want the one that can dissect a movie scene down to its smallest nuance and then forget I’m there while he adds it to his own repertoire of tools. The omega breaking boundaries and setting the bar for other omegas, who damn well negotiated one of the toughest producers in Hollywood into a corner. I don’t want a house omega, a pretty little thing with their yes dear and no dear and of course dear and only the personality they think I want. I want you. In my life, in my bed. By my side.”
I raised my eyebrows at him, but inside I was totally shaken. “Wow, you have a really good writer.” I desperately wanted to ask if he’d always thought of me like that, but I was, in the end, too much of a coward. I didn’t want to know how much time I’d wasted. “Does this mean we’re going steady now?”
He pressed his lips against my chest, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “Are you planning to keep me?”
“I’ve wanted to keep you since the beginning. I thought that that was what thiswas,” I confessed. “I’msuchan idiot.”
