Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 62: Making a Splash

*Rose*

I want to sleep longer, but I can’t. Eli’s shoulder is so comfortable, the few hours of sleep I did get as I was nestled against him was deeper than any sleep I’ve had since the last time I fell asleep in the arms of one of my men.

My mind keeps going back to what happened to that poor chef. I’ve learned her name was Olga, and she was a grandmother, besides being a mom. She was sweet and kind, and the reason she died is because she was making sure my food was safe for me and the babies.

And it wasn’t safe… because of Emily.

I feel furious inside, like I want to go track that stupid bitch down and punch her in the face. But I can’t put the babies in danger.

I have to assume that someone else will avenge Olga’s death. Hopefully, the king will handle this correctly, but if he doesn’t, then it will be up to the Moon Goddess.

Maybe I should just run away. Emily wants to kill me…. I won’t be able to stay with my babies after they are born. Maybe it would be better for everyone if I just left.

But then… the king would come looking for my children, and the Alphas would, too, because they wouldn’t even know who the children belonged to.

No, I can’t do that, even though I want to.

“Are you awake?” Eli asks me.

I look up at him and nod. “Yeah.”

“Are you hungry?” I can hear his stomach rumbling.

I’m not sure how to answer that. I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast because my lunch was what killed the chef. I’m afraid to ask anyone to prepare anything for me.

“Don’t worry,” Eli continues. “We’ve got eyes on your food. No one else will be able to sneak anything into it. But I’m happy to taste your food before you eat a single bite. Even the peanut butter… and pickles,” he gulps.

I laugh at him. “I can’t ask you to do that. I don’t want you to die.”

He says, “I won’t die.” Slipping his arm out from under me, he slides out of the bed and gets dressed. “I’m starving. I’ll be back.”

Once his clothing is on, he leaves, but he’s back in less than twenty minutes. I haven’t moved. Not even to go to the bathroom.

He has quite a spread with him. “All of this is safe,” he assures me. I tried everything. Even the pickles and peanut butter, though not together.”

Trusting him, I dive in and fill up on ham, cheese, pickles… and peanut butter. When I am done eating, I lay back and Eli rejoins me in bed, his arms wrapped around me.

I could get used to this….

* * *

The next day, it’s Reece’s job to babysit me. I try to tell the Alphas that this isn’t necessary, but they ignore me. I am in the bath when I hear his voice, speaking in low rumbles with Eli.

“How is she?” Reece asks.

“Sad,” Eli says. He’s not wrong. “But she’s hanging in there.”

“All right. I’ve got it from here.”

Eli has already told me goodbye, so I’m not too surprised when he doesn’t come into the bathroom to tell me that he’s taking off. But I am a little sad. I wish I would've gotten a chance to tell him goodbye.

Reece knocks on the door, and I answer, “Yes?”

“Can I come in?” he asks politely.

“I don’t know,” I tease him. “I’m naked. I don’t know if you should see me this way.”

He chuckles. “Uhm, I think it’s a little too late for that, gorgeous.”

“Well, I guess you’ve left me no choice.” When he comes in, I can’t help but grin at him. I feel like I haven’t seen him in ages.

“Damn,” he exclaims, staring at my body, though a lot of it is hidden by bubbles. “I should’ve better prepared myself.”

“Oh, stop,” I tell him. “I’m getting a baby bump. I look fat.”

His eyes widen. “Fat? Hell, no! You’re going to be even more beautiful when your baby bump is full-sized.”

I want to argue with him, but then I notice he’s taking his clothes off.

“What are you doing?” I ask him as he continues to strip.

“I asked if I could come in,” he says with a shrug.

“Oh. I thought you meant… into the bathroom.” I am still smiling at him. I don’t mind at all if he comes into the bathtub with me.

He is naked now, and as hot as ever. My eyes dart between his abs and his erect dick that is growing harder and harder by the second.

“Nope. I meant into you,” he replies as he slides into my massive tub on the other side from me.

“Well, you’re not beating around the bush, now are you?” I ask him, not thinking about my words too carefully.

“I wanna be beating around your bush.” He leans forward, and so do I. Our lips lock, and I am a goner.

He pulls me to him, and I willingly leave the warmth of my relaxing bath to climb on top of him. He continues to kiss me, deeper and deeper, his tongue tangling with mine. His hands slide the length of my body, and with every touch, I am further lost in his world.

My knees are on either side of his muscular hips. He lifts me, and with one hand, he guides himself inside of me. He feels so good, I can hardly stand it, especially when he takes a nipple between his lips and drops his thumb to my clit. He’s rubbing so hard, I almost come undone before I’ve even begun to build up a rhythm.

But he slows down his strumming enough that I don’t quite lose it, and then, I’m able to begin moving my hips up and down on him, and before long, he is panting along with me. I am in charge again, which is different for me, but I like it.

The water sloshes around us, and after a few moments of us moving together at a rapid pace, it is flowing over the top of the tub and splashing on the floor.

My attention is drawn to the mess we are making, but Reece insists I turn my face back to him. “It’ll be fine,” he assures me.

He captures my mouth with his again, and I am able to forget about the water on the floor–for now.

My mind is completely consumed by this amazing man as I begin to pant heavier and buck against him. He feels so good. I think I might explode.

I hit my peak before he does, crying out and digging my fingernails into his shoulder as more water splashes on the floor. Reece joins me a few minutes later, and when he comes inside of me, his warmth mixes with the sensation from the water around me, and I lower my head to his shoulder, struggling to catch my breath.

Reece’s lips sprinkle my cheek and neck with kisses. “I love you, Rose,” he confesses in a breathless whisper. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” I look into his eyes. Once again, I find myself specifying, “I love all of you.”

His grin widens as he says, “We know. Don’t worry about that, darlin’. We all know that you love us and you don’t have a favorite… I mean, other than me.” He winks at me and I feel myself melting inside.

I slide down a bit more, and he wraps his arms more tightly around me. I feel like I could doze off.

Reece uses my loofah to wash my back with some nice smelling body wash. I think he is just being nice, trying to make me feel good, not that I’m smelly or dirty.

“Are you ready to get out?” he asks after a few minutes of me nearly falling asleep.

I remember the water that’s all over the floor. “We need a mop,” I tell him.

“I’ll clean that up once you’re safely in bed,” he says. I get off him, and he begins to climb out.

“Be careful,” I tell him, thinking the floor is slick with that water all over it.

“I’ve got this,” he assures me with a smile. I try not to stare at his ass.

Reece swings one leg over the tub and then places the other one on the floor. He takes a step to get a towel and goes down hard, right on his fine ass.

“Ouch!” I say, thinking that’s gotta hurt. I peer over the side of the tub and see him lying there, limbs sprawling, staring at the ceiling. “Are you all right?”

“I’m… fine,” he admits, but he doesn’t sound so fine.

A moment later, he gets up and shakes his head, like he’s trying to get his brain back in the right place. Then, he carefully stands up and grabs some towels to clean up the floor before he does anything else.

Once he’s sure the ground is dry and he’s got a towel wrapped around his waist, he gets another one for me. I stand up, and he wraps the towel around me. “I’m taking you straight to your bed,” he tells me, lifting me up.

I want to ask him if he‘s sure that’s safe because I really don’t want him falling down with me in his arms, but I don’t, and he makes it to the bed with me–safely.

He leans down and kisses my nose. “I’ll be right back.”

“Be careful!” I exclaim. He gives me a look like ‘of course he’ll be fine.’ A few seconds after he walks into the bathroom, I hear another splat.

I guess he wasn’t careful enough.