Becca looked at Brawn, stunned. Hope gripped her hard that Breeze was stating true facts. It would change everything, mean he really did want her before there’d been a baby.
His frown deepened. “Do not be afraid of me.”
“We figured after eight or nine little baby Brawn sons that you would be too tired to even think about wanting to leave. Was that a good number of children to make you too exhausted to ever leave him?” Breeze grinned at her.
Becca suddenly laughed as her gaze fixed on Brawn. The confused look on his face made her laugh harder. She gripped her stomach and enjoyed the humor.
“Becca?” Brawn was concerned as he touched her arm.
She got control and wiped at her eyes. “You wanted me to birth your own little army of mini Brawns to keep me with you, huh?”
“It was just a thought.” A blush darkened his cheeks.
Becca grinned and turned to Breeze. “Thank you very much for talking to me, Breeze. You’ve really made things much clearer and I appreciate it.”
Breeze smiled as she stood. “Good. I will leave you alone now to talk.”
Becca watched Breeze leave the suite and Brawn sighed beside her. Becca turned to face him, seeing a wary look she stared back at her.
“Are you afraid of me now?”
Becca didn’t hesitate to climb onto his lap by lifting up and throwing her leg over him to settle her ass over his thighs. She saw his shock as she straddled him and put her arms around his neck. His baffled expression was adorable.
“No. I’m not afraid of you. I think you really do want me and it’s not just because of the baby.” She laughed. “And as weird as it sounds, I think your plan about the eight or nine children is really quite romantic and sweet.”
“I will never understand human females but I will certainly try for you, beautiful.”
“You really wanted to come get me and take me home with you, huh?”
His hands gripped her hips and he rubbed her with his fingers lightly. “I was told I couldn’t do that and how it would make you hate me more.”
Becca leaned forward. “Open your mouth.”
He did without hesitation. Becca clung to him as their mouths molded together and their tongues met. Within minutes Brawn carried Becca into the bedroom. He stripped her and laid her gently down on the bed.
“I love watching you strip,” she smiled as he undressed at the end of the bed.
“I love you not wearing any clothes at all.”
Becca touched her stomach. “I have stretch marks.”
His gaze took them in. “I think they are beautiful and they are caused by my child inside you.”
He removed his jeans last. “I am living here now and I won’t leave you.” His stared into her eyes. “I need to be with you, Becca. I want to be wherever you are and I never want to leave. We belong together.”
“I won’t ask you to leave.”
He smiled. “Will you be my mate?”
“That’s forever, isn’t it? Like marriage?”
“No. Not like your marriages. There is no leaving me and no divorce. You will belong to me and I will belong to you forever. I will not let you go and I will do everything to make sure you never want to let me go.”
Becca stared into his amazing eyes. “I’ll be your mate.”
He grinned. “Open your thighs for me, Becca.”
She spread her legs, smiling at him. Brawn climbed onto the bed and a purr rumbled from his throat. Big hands caressed her skin as he lowered onto her body, placing light kisses on her belly, upper thighs and inching closer to her pussy.
Becca closed her eyes. “God, that feels amazing.”
He chuckled. “I love your taste and the sounds you make. I just love you, Becca.”
Her head jerked up and she stared down at him, her heart racing for an entirely new reason. “You love me?”
He kept eye contact with her as he traced her clit with his tongue. “Mmm. Yes, beautiful. I love everything about you.”
She believed him. “I love you too.”
He groaned, nearly attacked her with his hot mouth and mercilessly manipulated her pussy. His finger slid inside, found that spot that drove her wild and brought her to climax fast. She panted and opened her eyes as Brawn dragged her down the bed. Her thighs wrapped around his hips as he slowly stretched her vaginal walls as his thick cock filled her.
“You’re my mate, Becca,” Brawn rasped roughly. “I’m yours. Say it, beautiful.”
As she stared at the passion in those amazing catlike eyes, she felt true happiness for the first time in forever. “I’m your mate,” she confirmed. “You’re mine.”
He leaned over her, hesitated with his lips less than an inch away from hers and softly growled. “I love you. Never doubt that. You’re everything to me. I want and need you.”
He drove into her as his lips crushed down on her mouth, kissing her and using his tongue to mimic what his cock was doing. Sensations swamped Becca—wonderful, wild ecstasy. This was more than hot sex, her mate was making love to her and she was being claimed with each powerful thrust of his hips and sweep of his tongue. Her body tensed and she tore her mouth away from his to cry out his name as she came hard. Brawn followed her, roaring out her name. They held each other tightly, catching their breaths and Becca smiled.
“I’m your mate.”
“Yes,” he whispered, kissing her throat. “We belong to each other and will be happy.”
Chapter Twenty
Justice North, leader of the NSO, watched Tim Oberto from across his desk. Tim studied him too, a worried expression on his face. Justice felt dread at having to tell Tim the news, not certain how the man would react. Jessie, his mate, walked into the office. Justice frowned at her surprise arrival.
Jessie stared at her mate, shrugged and winked. “He’s my old boss. I know him better and I think I should be the one to handle this.”
Justice hesitated. Part of him was relieved but the other part worried the male would lose his temper. He noticed the determined look on his mate’s beautiful face though and nodded his consent. No way was he going to tell her no and have her accuse him of not trusting her. He did, with his very life.
Jessie licked her lips and her gaze lowered to his mouth. She promised silently that she would show her appreciation of his trust later. Justice relaxed in his chair. His mate could handle the leader of the human task force and the tough situation. His mate was fierce.
“Hi, Tim. How are you?” Jessie sat on the edge of the desk.
“Jessie!” Tim grinned and his body relaxed. “What are you doing here? I mean, I know you are working for the NSO and dating Justice now but why are you at this meeting?”
“I wanted to be here. Justice and I got married.”
Tim gasped. His gaze darted between them but he finally smiled. “Well, I’ll be damned. Congratulations.”
Jessie grinned. “Thanks.” She glanced at her mate. “I’ve never been happier.”
Justice chuckled. “Me neither. Jessie completes my life. When I claimed her at the bar, it was forever, Tim. Marriage was bound to happen. I respect your human traditions.”
“That’s great.” Tim nodded. “I’m happy for you both. Is this why you called a private meeting, Justice? You said it had something to do with a human and a New Species. Do you need help with more security? I’m sure when the press finds out there’s going to be a big hoopla about it and your gates are going to be flooded with reporters and protestors. We’ll handle it though.”
“No. This isn’t about that. We’ve managed to keep a lid on that secret. This is actually about a personal matter involving you.”
Tim frowned. “Me?”
Justice nodded. Jessie suddenly stood and moved to the chair next to her old boss. Her gaze flicked to her husband before settling on Tim.
“I need you to remain calm and professional. You need to hear me out before you hit the roof. Can you do that for me, Tim?”