Page 42 of Obsessed Alphas: Volume Two

“Yes, it is. Please don’t worry. I’m not far long for any concerns like that. For the most part the nausea hasn’t even hit me yet. So can you please let me down. We have an audience.”

“I don’t give a fuck, but I suppose it’s for the best. I need to get you to the hotel.”

“Yes you do.”

I drive the rest of the way carefully and with a smile. As we pull into the hotel parking lot it’s after nine, but the hotel has our reservations waiting for us. I help my wife out and grab our luggage while her father takes theirs. The staff gives us our cards and we head on up. “We’ll do breakfast in our suite at ten if you want to join us,” I offer.

“That would be nice,” Mrs. Vitello says. They give each other hugs and we part ways. On the way to our room, all I can think about is if she’s too tired for me to worship her. As soon as I set down our luggage in the foyer, Rosalyn jumps in my arms and I get my answer. Our mouths clash, our kiss wild and passionate from the start, reminding me of the night we met. I force myself to pull away from her soft lips to direct us to our bed. There’s no way I’m going to risk dropping my wife and my little one inside of her.

Rosalyn attacks my neck, kissing and biting me until I grip her hair. “Baby, be careful or I’m gonna fuck you right here against the wall and your parents might hear.” She rocks her pussy against my bulge, begging for it, but I resist and pull her to the sofa where I make quick work of getting her out of her shorts and lifting her top off her body while she frees my cock from my shorts. We join in one smooth motion as she slides down my length.

“That’s it, Rosalyn. Ride me,” I growl, staring up at her as I lean back and grip her hips. “You’re so sexy, my wife.”

“Fuck, touch me all over, Tony,” she commands, thrusting her fingers through my hair and pulling as she rolls her hips. I lean forward and snatch her nipple between my teeth and nip at the hardened peak. She moans and throws her head back while I move to the other, skimming my hands all over her heated skin. The feel of her walls gripping my shaft is almost too much to bear. Beads of sweat slide down between her breasts, so I greedily dip my tongue in her cleavage.

“You taste so damn good, Rosalyn. Give me your mouth.” She does so, hungrily pressing her lips to mine. I push my tongue inside and flip us over with her back on the sofa as I fuck her into the cushions. Her cries are muffled by my lips as she comes all over my cock. I rut into her, picking up the pace, frantic to give in and finally letting go, I empty every drop of cum deep into her womb.

I rest my forehead on hers, arching my back to keep my weight off her body. “I love you so damn much.”

“You’re mine, Tony.”

“Forever.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

ROSALYN

I wake up feeling sore and a little nauseous. I suppose I spoke too soon on the morning sickness. My stomach feels like shit, so I get up and haul it to the bathroom. Somehow I manage to settle my gut and take a shower. When I get out, I look at the clock and we’re due to have breakfast with my parents in twenty minutes.

As I come out from getting dressed, I hear Tony barking out orders on the phone. He’s pacing the suite floor, looking like a mad bull ready to wreak havoc. I step out into the living area and he halts. “I’ll call you back.”

Suddenly the grimace is gone and a smile appears on his face. As much as I know he’s in a bad mood, the smile is actually genuine. “Seeing your face makes my day so much better. How was your shower?”

“Good. Do you care to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Yes, but I don’t want it to spoil our time away.”

“As long as it’s not about another woman or you’re not going to prison for something, then I think I can handle whatever you have to dish out.”

“It’s definitely not about either. I went out to get you some vitamins and stuff for morning sickness just in case along with your favorite coffee when I walked right into a meeting at the coffee shop between my clients and Dax, my former VP.”

“What? I thought he was sick and they cancelled.” My mind puzzles it out before he can answer. “He stole them from you?”

“Yep. They were under the impression that I ended the deal with them. Cynthia and Dax have been working together to bring my company down with failing projects while stealing my clients. Luckily this was the first one and I only happened to notice by chance, but I fired both of them and just got off the phone with my HR department.”

“Shit. That’s terrible.” I brush my hand over his chest, feeling his heart start to pound. He closes his eyes and lets out a groan. “Do you like this?” I ask, sliding my hand lower until I reach his growing pride.

“Yes. Fuck. You make everything better.” He reaches out and grabs my hand. “But we have to stop. Your parents will be here in a couple of minutes.”

“Let me check.” I call my mother and ask. She says they need another ten because they got a late start. Hang up and toss my cell onto the sofa and then drop to my knees. “I’m so horny, Tony. Can I suck your cock?”

“Would that please you?”

“Yes, so much.” I’m so damn worked up. Something about the virile, brute of a man hits all the right places and I’m perpetually ready for him. I rub my slit and test how wet I am under my sundress. I’m soaked.

“Then take him into your mouth now before I bend you over and fuck you so damn hard.”

“Yes, Tony.” I part my lips, grab his length with one hand and suck on the tip.