Page 50 of Bear with Me
"Hi."
He slid an arm beneath my ass while the other grasped the back of my head. His kiss made me feel like I was floating on air, though that could have been the currents when the air conditioning kicked on.
He broke the kiss and licked his lips. "She's right, you know."
"Hmm?"
"My mom. I do love you. Have loved you since the first moment I saw you, even when you were too angry to see me."
I hid my face against his neck. "Gods, stop bringing that up. I'm so sorry."
"Don't be." He grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "When you were at your worst, I loved you. I will always love you, Blake."
"I love you, too. I didn't know that's what this was until your mom asked, but I've loved you since that first night at the cabin, when I cried all over you." I teared up thinking about it, but he needed to know. "You were perfect, and I was such a mess."
"I'm not?—"
"Maybe not, but you're wonderful, and sexy, and the best person I know. Since we met, I've done my best to be someone worthy of your time and attention." I grinned as a joke came to me. "You could even say I wanted you to bear with me."
He snorted a laugh. "I should have made you sleep on the floor that night, if I'd known you were going to subject me to horrible dad jokes."
"We're going to be dads," I reminded him. "I'll need a ton of practice before the babies get here." My thoughts drifted back to that first night, when I slept under the covers and Ollie slept on top of them. "Even Vic would have made me sleep on the floor."
"I doubt that," he said. "Vic seems like a decent guy."
Vic was a great guy, and he probably would have let me sleep in bed with him, but, "He hogs the covers. I would have frozen to death."
Ollie's lips brushed against mine again. "That, I believe." I felt like I was flying as he leaned me backward onto the bed. He laid me down gently, his body hovering a few inches over mine. He was always so conscious of where he lay and how we touched.
I angled my knee up between us and used the leverage to roll him onto his back. I'd need to spend more hours in the gym to toss him around as easily as he moved me, but I felt powerful when I accomplished my goal and could straddle his thick thighs.
I leaned down for another kiss, but the wrinkle of worry between his brows stopped me. "What's wrong?"
"My dad asked why I haven't marked you yet."
"Oh." We hadn't talked about it since I moved in. "Do you want to?"
"I've never stopped." He sighed. "I didn't want to burden you with it, if it's not?—"
"Do it. Bite me. Claim me."
"It'll hurt."
I scoffed. "A little pain never stopped me." That was a fucking lie. A little pain in my knees stopped me from running with Vic three years ago, and I never ran again.
Ollie laughed. "Remember when you stubbed your little toe on the kitchen bench, and I had to carry you to the living room to ice it, and then back to the kitchen for dinner?" My sweet alpha knew me well.
"Well, this won't stop me. I want your family to know I'm in this forever."
"Forever." He rolled me onto my back again. Instead of helpless, I felt protected in the cocoon of his arms. Safe.
I lifted my legs up, giving him full access to my slick hole. After daydreaming of getting Ollie alone all day, I was plenty wet. It was still early enough in my pregnancy — hell, I wasn't even showing yet, and I was having twins! — we didn't need to worry about injuring the babies.
Ollie raised my legs up higher and stuffed a pillow under my lower back. His look of pure adoration almost made me come without a touch.
He slid inside me with a single thrust, stretching me perfectly. He lowered himself to rest his weight on his elbows, and my cock brushed against his taut abdomen.
"You feel wonderful." He kissed me, and I closed my eyes, too focused on the way he made me feel. When he started to move, I swore I sensed individual nerve endings firing with each touch, building on each other until I couldn't hold in the pleasure. It dribbled out of me in precome and the wordless babbling from my mouth.
