Bearing My Boss's Baby (An MPreg Romance) Page 10

  There was no change in his kiss, unless it was hungrier now, more desperate, more yearning. Claude clutched back, wanting more, pressing up against Kevin's solidity with the kind of passion he never thought he'd feel again. He was hard, dick trying with all its might to press through the fabric of his pants, impeded only by physics and the fact of his belly, inconveniently solidly placed between the two of them.

  He groaned as Kevin tugged at the elastic waistband of his pants, sliding them down around his waist until they gave up the ghost and puddled at their feet, leaving him naked in Kevin's embrace.

  "Oh god," Kevin said fervently, his breath hitching in his chest. Claude flushed, the heat spreading down along his neck and onto his chest. Kevin pressed tiny kisses to the redness there, laughing as Claude trembled in his arms.

  Claude just tried to hold on.

  "Two steps back and you can lie down," Kevin murmured, his voice a rumble in Claude's chest, almost feeling like it surrounded him. Claude let himself be pushed backwards gently, almost tipped down onto the bed until he was fully reclined, staring wide-eyed as Kevin started to strip.

  Only moments passed before Kevin was joining Claude on the bed, but Claude enjoyed them to the full, watching the sleek lines of Kevin's body move with an open appreciation he'd never felt entitled to before. He sighed happily and reached up towards his lover, reveling in the feeling of smooth skin under his hands.

  "You're so beautiful," Kevin said, his voice rich with suppressed emotion.

  Claude tried to wave him off, but Kevin took hold of his hands, bending his head to press kisses to Claude's belly, his thighs, the curve of his wrists. "You are," he insisted. "Always. I couldn't say it before. I have to make up for it now."

  He lowered his head again, his mouth trailing over Claude's hip, a faint hint of stubble grazing Claude's skin. Inches from his face, Claude's dick throbbed, sending its demands spiking up Claude's spine.

  "Please," Claude groaned, voice faint. "Please."

  Kevin lifted his head. "Anything," he said, and Claude's toes curled. "Just tell me what you want."

  A million possibilities tumbled through Claude's head, all of them equally heart-stoppingly arousing. He whined, the sound coming from deep in the back of his throat, and Kevin laughed faintly. "That sounds like something good."

  "You're driving me crazy," Claude told him. "I can't pick. Anything. Just fuck me."

  "Sounds good to me," Kevin said. His fingers trailed along the tender inside of Claude's thigh. "Do you have anything...?"

  "Nightstand," Claude muttered, his face flushing yet again. He wasn't going to apologize for his needs. Pregnancy was a very hormonal time for him.

  Kevin didn't say anything, only leaned over to snag the tube of lube from the nightstand with one long arm. His other hand smoothed along Claude's thigh, spreading his legs until he was groaning with anticipation.

  But it was the tenderness of Kevin's touch as he circled Claude's hole with slick fingers before pressing inside that felt like it might break him clean open.

  He moaned, his voice loud in the little room, spiraling higher with every twist of Kevin's fingers until it had almost disappeared by the time Kevin was lining himself up to push inside.

  "Is this okay?" Kevin said as he slid inside Claude, filling him up brimful, sending his breathing ragged.

  "Yeah," Claude said, a little absently. "Yeah." It was hard to make words right now, all of his thoughts engaged with the feeling of Kevin's dick inside him, the smell of sex that seemed to surround them and fill his brain with the craziest thoughts. Maybe it was that loopiness that made him say, "You fucked me like two weeks ago, remember? I'm not more fragile now."

  Kevin's laugh was cracked and rueful. "I didn't even know what was happening, okay? I was just going along for the ride."

  "Yeah?" Claude said again, his voice shifting as Kevin moved inside him. "And what about now?"

  "Now?" Kevin's hips slowed. "Now I'm going to give you everything you've ever wanted."

  Claude whimpered, which seemed to be the sign for Kevin to speed up again, thrusting into him with a firm, steady rhythm that made his toes curl.

  Maybe he was the one along for the ride this time. He didn't seem to be able to do much, not even push back onto Kevin's dick the way he wanted to. Kevin was setting the pace this time around. Claude let his head fall back against his pillow, breathing hard

  Kevin's hand landed on his dick, stroking it in time with the pounding pace of his thrusts, and Claude felt like he might break apart any second now, his hips spread to their limits, his whole body rocking in time with Kevin's movements.

  The sounds that were coming out of Claude's mouth had lost even the coherence of groans, broken up by thrusts into bursts of air and gasps into the heaving mass of his chest. Kevin kissed him and mouthed down his neck and over his collarbones, fingers digging into the meat of Claude's thigh.

  There was no time to hold onto each sensation as it passed, everything coming too quickly for Claude to handle, and soon he was coming too, spurting into Kevin's hand as Kevin's thighs shuddered against his ass. Another moment and Kevin was coming too, his head heavy on Claude's belly as his shoulders shook.

  Claude felt like he was floating away as Kevin pulled out and cleaned them up a little, rolling Claude gently to one side and fitting himself around him as though they were meant to lie like that by some higher power. Claude sighed in satisfaction and squeezed Kevin's hand, his head lolling back against Kevin's firm chest.

  "And now you're coming home with me?" Kevin said, his voice soft in Claude's ear. "Really home?"

  "I told you I was," Claude said, his whole body suffused with a great sense of well-being, his voice slipping out of him like a slow drip of syrup.

  "Good," Kevin said smugly. "We'll need to reorganize the apartment, you know."

  "Before that…" Claude looked up into Kevin's face and smiled with only a touch of malice. "You're going to have to meet my parents."

  Epilogue

  Claude

  "Are you sure you don't want to wait to have the wedding until Clarence is big enough to be a ring bearer?" Claude said, peering over Kevin's shoulder, Clarence bouncing against his shoulder. The huge binder that the wedding planner had pressed on them was spread out over the table, currently open to a spread of fabric swatches. What they would even need this many fabric swatches for was a complete mystery to Claude.

  "As incredibly cute as that would be," Kevin said, reaching up to touch Clarence's tiny fist, and grinning wildly as the baby wrapped his tiny fingers around his daddy's larger digit, "I think I'd rather get you locked down right away, thanks."

  "You're just flattering me now," Claude said, trying to keep himself from melting completely at the sweetness of the sight in front of him, something he never thought he'd have. "I'm locked down pretty solidly already. Isn't that right, darling?" The 'darling' was addressed to the child in his arms who replied with a bubbling noise and squeezing harder on Kevin's finger. Claude cooed at him, charmed utterly.

  Kevin smiled at them both, pulling his hand from the baby's grasp and turning another page in the binder. "You sure you don't care which of these we pick?"

  "Not unless you're going to make me a suit out of them, and I'm fairly sure you have better taste than that." Claude bounced the baby again, starting to sway around the room. It was a move that had come surprisingly naturally to him in the first few days of Clarence's existence, and it never failed to send the baby right to sleep.

  "No, no," Kevin said, "You're not putting that one on me. You get to pick your own wedding suit—I'm not even supposed to see it beforehand."

  Claude laughed. "We have a kid already. I don't think you need to be quite that traditional with this one." He swayed his way over to the window, carefully picking his way around the various bouncy chairs and blankets the baby seemed to have mysteriously accumulated over the past several months.

  "I don't care about traditional," Kevin said—an obvious li
e if ever Claude had heard one. "I just want it to be perfect." That sounded far closer to the truth.

  "It's going to be perfect," Claude said, turning away from the penthouse view to look back at his fiancé. "It's you and me and Clarence. That's all it needs to be perfect."

  Kevin's mouth twitched, his eyes looking dangerously close to wet as he smiled softly at his little family. "That's so sweet," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "But don't think that gets you out of helping with the wedding planning."

  Claude sighed at him, wrinkling up his nose in annoyance. "Then what's the point of having these wedding planners?"

  "Tradition?" Kevin shrugged.

  "Hypocrisy, more like," Claude muttered into Clarence's tiny face. "You agree with me, don't you, darling?"

  Clarence hiccuped in his face. Kevin cooed audibly. Claude sighed. Maybe this wedding thing would be all right after all. The family was perfect already; what harm could a party do? It might even be fun.

  Also by Pernilla Oswick

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  His Fuzzy Alpha Book 3

  About the Author

  Pernilla Oswick likes gay boys, crazy sci-fi, and warm weather.

  Look to her work for steamy romances, hot man on man, and aliens having a whole lot of fun.