Chasing And Claiming My Rejected Omega MateAlpha’s Severe Regret [BL] - Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Opening Up
 

Rory

I’ve been beyond horny for the past two months.

It was almost ridiculous to sometimes think about. I want to blame it on the pregnancy and the hormones that come with it, but I knew I’d just be lying because I knew damn well that it was way more than that.

Kenny emerged from the guest room, shirtless with a towel draped over his wet hair and I instantly felt my mouth dry up as my eyes drank him up. He was insanely hot, it was sometimes unfair to comprehend. He wasn’t so buff, he wasn’t so damn masculine. But he wasn’t sort either, it was like a mixture of both, and I think that was the hottest thing about him.

He mopped his hair with the towel draped over his head as he took the spot beside me on the couch. His eyes were almost gleaming when they locked with mine and I gulped, feeling heat rush throughout my entire insides just as his scent whiff into my lungs.

“I’m saving my shirt for tomorrow morning and I can’t fit into any of your shirts… I hope you don’t mind my naked state.” He breathed out, glistening eyes locked with mine and I wanted to point out to him that he didn’t sound apologetic at all but I felt too tongue tied to speak right now.

I cleared my throat as I reached for the water sitting on the table before me. If Kenny chuckled at me, I refused to acknowledge that while my cheeks burned a little.

I wasn’t living in that shabby apartment any longer. After accepting that money, I moved out into a very large and comfortable apartment. Kenny’s mum had assisted me in setting it up, she was a sweetheart really and it made sense that her son was a well respectful alpha.

My eyes wandered towards Kenny who was currently on the phone with his niece and I felt my breath stutter to a stop in my chest when my eyes caught on his lips. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth and I expelled a small breath before quickly glancing away before he could notice.

We’re yet to do anything sexual after that scenting incident. We haven’t even scented after that particular night. Right now, I was thinking about kissing him and being kissed by him, and how it would feel to be touched by him. I knew he wanted me, but I knew he was also respecting my wishes, which made me berate myself for telling him I didn’t want to be other than friends.

In the past two months, I’ve been tempted to touch myself countless times but I always end up chickening out. That was partly because I’ve never touched myself before, because I’ve never really had the urge to. For my past heats, all I had to do was to take the usual suppressants and I wouldn’t have to go through it. In all honesty, I hadn’t even known actual pleasure existed until after that night I spent with Jason.

Which was why I sometimes found myself wondering how it would feel to experience something that passionate and heated with Kenny.

I didn’t realize he had gotten off the phone till his fingers were tracing my cheek. He did a lot of that, not knowing how that it never failed to make my heart flutter like it was doing right now.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice drifted into my ears and teased at my senses and my heart fluttered even more. I suddenly felt tongue tied again on realizing how close his face was to mine.

I tried averting my gaze but his grip suddenly grew firm on my chin, preventing that from happening.

I blinked slowly, breath slowly getting labored especially as his gaze slowly dropped to my lips for a fleeting moment.

“My back.” I blurted out when it felt like I might pass out from the sexual tension growing between us.

He blinked slowly but didn’t even seem surprised by the fact that I was clearly chickening out again. An amused grin tugged at the side of his lips as he leaned even closer till his hot breath fanned my cheek.

“Your back, Rory?” He asked in a low voice and heat exploded in the bottom part of my stomach, making my breath stutter to a stop again as I nodded dumbly.

“It hurts?” He continued and I nodded again. This wasn’t a lie, as my pregnancy progressed, my lower back began to hurt little by little.

“Yeah, but it’s not unbearable.” I was finally able to speak when he dropped his hand from my cheek and pulled away a little.

He hummed for a moment. “Why don’t I massage your back a little? Remember that I’m quite skilled with my hands.” He winked as he spoke and colored flooded my cheeks as I coughed awkwardly.

I didn’t think that was a good idea. I was feeling very out of control right now, and he was gonna be touching my back with his magical hands.

But that was what I wanted, wasn’t it? To have his hands on my body.

I ended up letting out a slow breath as I agreed to the massage, and even though he was clearly surprised that I agreed, he quickly masked it as he urged me to turn around and take my shirt off.

“Off?” I mumbled, suddenly feeling weird.

I wasn’t feeling good about this anymore, because I didn’t think he’d find me appealing when my clothes came off.

I was no longer sexy. I’ve added some weight in the past two months, and my stomach had also grown larger.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” He asked softly, all traces of playfulness gone from his face.

I stared down at my fingers for a few moments before exhaling slowly, and then I reluctantly met his eyes.

“It’s stupid.” I began tentatively but he shook his head firmly, assuring me that he wouldn’t think whatever I might tell him might be stupid.

And then I bared my heart to him without breathing throughout the sentence, revealing the insecurities that have eaten up at my insides since the moment I began to grow bigger and rounder.

Of all the things I expected him to say next, kissing me was the last thing I could have ever imagined.