The Alpha King Call Boy
Chapter 137

Fiona

I licked the now-sticky sweat off Alexander's skin, starting at his neck and working my way down. He eased backward to lie flat on the bed and took me down with him. His body stiffened underneath me and he groaned with pleasure as I continued moving my tongue all over him. He really did like my high ponytail. He kept holding and stroking and playing with it. I almost laughed as I thought about how much Nina would enjoy knowing that.

Then he took a harder grip on the ponytail and sort of wrapped the length of my hair around one of his wrists like a rope. He pulled, jerking my head up and forcing me to arch my back. My balance pulled me backward and I wound up sitting into his pelvis. I suppose that had been the point.

Alexander looked up at me with a wicked smile and started grinding his hips up into me. The thin, sweat-damp pants he'd been wearing to training fit him loosely and were now sliding off and away under the movements of both of our bodies. Then he let go of my hair and switched back to a gentle touch, once more stroking the whole length of the (now messy and off-kilter) ponytail with his fingertips, and the light touch made me shiver.

"Put me on my back," I told him. I was drawing some energy from contact with my Alpha, but my pregnant body was still not as agile as it used to be. Once again Nina was right; I did want to lie down.

Alexander sat up and swept my body into his arms. "Let me take your clothes off first."

Permission granted, he performed this task slowly. I could hear the drumbeat of his heart pounding faster and faster with every article of clothing he removed. Then he did what I told him to, laid me on my back and took great pains to make sure I was comfortable. He lay beside me, then, and hesitated again... his hands floated lazily over my stomach and breasts, and he looked into my eyes with a lost, dreamy expression.

I couldn't figure out what was going on with him. I knew he was aroused, I could see and feel that full well, since we were both naked. But he kept drifting out of our vibe and into some sort of deep thought.

I nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Whatever it was that was troubling Alexander, I knew my scent could comfort him at least a little. I kissed his neck, slower and more gently than before, and he breathed in slowly, curling his head in toward me and wrapping his arms around my body to envelop me in his heat.

We let out small, contented moans at the same time. Which then made us both laugh a little.

Alexander met my eyes. Then his gaze drift down to my mouth. I licked my lips unconsciously and he growled.

Finally I brought my lips to his ear and said sternly, articulating each word clearly: "F**k me, Alex."

His chest expanded with a big, trembling inhale. He liked that I'd called him that.

(Freaking Nin a. Right again.)

He obeyed my command. Started with his fingers, pressing just the right places to get me started shivering, and then guided himself inside me slowly, pressing into me an inch at a time.

My eyes flickered closed. My body tightened around him as he filled me up and I was overcome with satisfying relief.

"Look at me, Fiona," he whispered, and I opened my eyes.

Alexander pressed forward into me deeper and deeper. I already started trembling with a tense kind of pre-o****m. Then he took one hand and gently stroked my clit, all while holding that intense eye contact, and that was enough to shock my body into quaking ecstasy.

I called out his name until he came, too.

I woke up later with that particular type of total confusion that hits when you rouse from a too-late, too-long nap you didn't mean to take.

It was dark, and my first thoughts were wondering what time or even day it was.

It came back to me... I shopped with Nina till I was really tired, then Alexander and I played around in bed for a while, till I could do nothing but curl onto my side and pass out.

The room was quiet, and the rest of the bed empty.

I'd been tucked in under the covers. Only a few dim lights had been left on. And I found a note on my bedside table next to a frosty glass of water.

"Picking up dinner," the note read. "Please hydrate. Back soon. X."

"You look awfully sharp for a visit to a prison," I told Alexander. We'd both stepped out of our dressing rooms simultaneously.

"And you look lovely as always. I like this." He looked me up and down while shrugging on a deep blue jacket that completed his suit.

"Thanks. I got it yesterday." I smoothed out the fabric of my new, soft and stretchy rose pink dress. It was more comfortable than anything else I'd worn in a while. Nina had done a good job of helping me find some decently cute and flattering maternity wear. Alexander and I had stayed up late, going another couple rounds in bed after I had my nap and something to eat. The morning then found us snoozing lazily in each other's arms until we absolutely had to get up.

He was on a schedule for his day's agenda of travel, so we didn't have our usual elaborate Sunday breakfast together. That was too bad. But nonetheless, the spiced decaf coffee and croissant he served me in the privacy of our little café corner was good, and gave me all the pick-up I needed for my own day ahead.

We walked out to the parking lot together and parted ways at the door of my waiting ride.

"Be careful today," I told Alexander, pressing my hands to his chest. His hands slid down around my hips. "Stay safe please."

"I will. Tell your grandfather I said hello."

"I will."

He kissed me on the cheek and gave my body a gentle squeeze before releasing me. I sat down into the back seat of the car and he closed the door.

"See you tonight," he said though the open window, and gave me a wink before turning on his heel and heading over to his own car.

It never stopped hurting when my grandfather looked me in the eye and did not recognize me. Even if it was only for a moment.

That was the case today. He was sleeping when I entered his room, and, despite my best efforts, the small sounds of my careful movements woke him up.

His eyes flashed open and darted to me, full of alarm and confusion. It made my heart ache.

But it was normal. Mornings weren't always the easiest for him.

I kept my distance while he eased into waking, busying myself with opening the curtains and tidying the room until finally I heard him say "Fiona" and turned to find that awareness had arrived on his countenance. "Good morning, Grandfather."

"Good morning, sweetheart. What brings you by?" He swept up the water cup I'd placed at his bedside and took a drink.

"Oh, nothing in particular. Just missing my grandfather. How are you feeling this morning?"

He cleared his throat and said, rather gravely, "Hm. We will see what the day holds."

I gave him one of my hands when he motioned impatiently for me to do so.

"You are so kind to come and visit your old grandfather." His eyes fell to focus on my swollen middle.

I felt like I could read his thoughts by the expression on his face. He was thinking: Why don't I remember her being pregnant? -or something along those lines.

And then his eyes went to my hand. He happened to be holding my left one. He ran his thumb across my knuckles.

"You are not wearing a ring," he mused, noticing for the first time that my ring finger was bare even though I'd paraded my "husband" around here many times.

"Oh. Well, it doesn't really fit right now because my fingers have been swollen from the pregnancy."

His wrinkly eyes went extra narrow. The old man was onto me. But I kept my face neutral, smiling gently. He turned his attention back to my hand, studying it intently, and mumbled, "They don't look swollen."

I really hated lying to my grandfather all the time. But it was best that I do anything in my power to keep him calm and as happy as possible.

I prattled on with lie on top of lie: "Isn't that nice, the swelling's gone down; I guess I fell out of the habit of wearing the ring daily; yes, don't you remember, you have seen it before..."

By the time I'd put his mind at ease about the whole thing, I started worrying about it for myself.

Suddenly I very much wanted an engagement ring, and even felt a little angry with Alexander for never offering me one. If only for the sole, practical reason of letting others know that we were, in fact, engaged.

It made sense, though. Why give me a ring, when he would just be planning on asking for it back in a couple months, when the baby was here and we were done playing house?