Chapter 233: Stroll in the Sands... Or Not [18+]

Reid’s grey eyes darkened to something feral. His grin turned wicked, all teeth and possession.

"Fuck me, huh?" he rasped, voice low and rough, stripping the rest of his clothes off in one impatient motion until his cock sprang free—thick, flushed dark, and glistening at the tip. "Look at you, Kain... dripping, open, and still so fucking pretty after I wrecked you. My perfect husband, my omega carrying our baby, and you’re begging me like this. How do you expect me to still be gentle, huh? Fuck! You’re messing with me."

He crawled up between my spread thighs, one hand bracing beside my head, the other stroking his cock slow and filthy while he watched my hole flutter. The scent of my orchids—sweet, heavy, and suffocating—filled the villa, wrapping around Reid like a drug.

His nostrils flared, pupils blown wide, and a low, desperate sound tore from his chest.

"Kain," he growled, the words vibrating through his whole body. "Tonight I’m going to remind you just how much of a madman I can be."

I pursed my lips. I hope I didn’t push him too far with my teasing.

I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing hot and insistent against my entrance—still slick from his earlier fingers—and then, while I was still trying to brace myself, he pushed in with one slow, relentless thrust.

The stretch burned so good, the slight curve of my stomach pressing against his forearm again as he sank deeper. I cried out, back arching, fingers digging into the sheets. It had been so long, and I missed this feeling of being streched, being full...

"Reid—fuck—It’s so full—"

"Not full enough," he rasped through gritted teeth, hips rolling in a deep, rolling grind that hit every sensitive spot inside me. "You’re taking me so fucking well, Kain. Look at you—swallowing every inch of me—Haah! So fucking good." His hand splayed over the tiny swell of my belly, his thumb stroking gentle circles over the skin while he started to move.

He fucked me slow at first—long, dragging strokes that made my toes curl and my thighs shake—then faster, harder, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with my broken moans.

Reid’s blonde hair fell forward into his face, strands sticking to his damp forehead and the sharp line of his jaw, glowing under the bedside lamp like moonlight on gold. I reached up without thinking, my fingers threading deep into those thick waves, ruffling them hard enough to make him groan.

"Fuck—Kain—your hands—ah shit—"

His grey eyes locked onto mine instantly, hungry and impatient, that protective, adoring fire burning so bright it stole my breath.

"You’re gonna make me come if you keep looking at me like that," he rasped, voice wrecked, one hand sliding under my thigh to lift it higher so he could drive deeper. "My perfect husband... mine. Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."

"You," I gasped, my hips rolling up to meet every thrust. "Only you, Reid. Always you. Fill me up—please—make me feel it."

He snarled, something dark and possessive flashing across his face, and dropped his weight down so his chest pressed flush against mine, one arm caging me in while his hips snapped harder, faster.

The faint curve of my stomach was now trapped between our bodies, and every thrust made it brush against him like a secret. His pheromones—frozen pine and raw Alpha—flooded the room, mixing with mine until the whole villa felt dizzy with it.

Reid’s mouth crashed down on mine in a messy, desperate kiss, tongue fucking my mouth in time with his cock. "Love you," he groaned against my lips, the words broken and reverent. "Love you so much that I turn mad. Don’t ever forget it."

"I won’t," I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his back as I met him thrust for thrust. "Love you too. Forever."

The climax hit us both at once—sudden, blinding, perfect. Reid buried himself to the hilt and came with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he flooded me deep, pulse after pulse that made my vision white out again. I came right after, spilling between our stomachs while my hole clenched around him, milking every drop.

For a long moment the only sound was our ragged breathing and the distant hush of the ocean. Reid stayed buried inside me, forehead pressed to mine, grey eyes soft and glowing with that same awe-struck warmth from earlier.

"Best wedding night ever," he murmured, a lazy, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips as he finally pulled out—slow, leaving me whimpering at the loss. "Though we’ll probably have to try again tomorrow. Doctor said it was fine, but never said we had to do it once, right?"

I laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a soft moan when he reached down and stroked me again, gentler this time, chasing the aftershocks. My fingers ruffled through his blonde hair once more, pulling him down for one last slow, sweet kiss.

"Tomorrow," I whispered against his mouth. "And the day after. And every day after that. But tonight... I think I’m clean enough."

Reid’s chuckle was warm and rumbling, his hand still gentle over the curve of my stomach as he curled around me, pulling me flush against his chest.

"Yeah," he murmured, voice already sleepy. "You’re clean, Cap. And you’re mine."

Outside, the Pacific kept its quiet rhythm. Inside the villa, the world had narrowed down to just the two of us—and the tiny, perfect life we were building together.

The next few days in Hawaii passed in a blissful, sun-drenched haze—until we decided to test our luck outside the private perimeter of the villa.

My leg felt strong enough for a slow stroll, so on our third afternoon, Reid and I ventured down to a public stretch of white sand, wearing matching dark sunglasses and loose linen shirts. We thought we were completely incognito.

We were dead wrong.

We hadn’t even made it twenty yards past the palm trees when a group of teenagers wearing Seattle Serpents caps froze mid-stride, their ice cream cones practically melting into the sand.

"Holy shit..." one of them breathed, pointing a shaking finger at us. "Is that... IS THAT THE CAPTAIN AND REID?!"

"OH MY GOD! THEY’RE IN HAWAII!" a girl screamed, frantically pulling out her phone.

Before a crowd could assemble, Reid took one look at the gathering mob of fans, grabbed my hand, and let out a bright, booming laugh.

"Time to execute the retreat play, honey!" Reid shouted over the sound of the crashing waves.

"I have a limp, you idiot!" I wheezed, laughing so hard my chest hurt as he gently hooked an arm under my knees, scooping me up bridal-style into his broad chest without missing a single beat.

"Then I’m carrying you!" Reid crowed, turning on his heel and sprinting full speed back toward the gated driveway of our estate while a sea of fans cheered, laughed, and snapped photos behind us.

By the time we slammed the villa doors shut, panting and out of breath, my face was flushed red from pure, helpless laughter. Reid set me down carefully on the couch, towering over me with that brilliant, cocky grin I loved so much, his grey eyes sparkling with absolute triumph.

"See? Safe retreat," he said and I laughed.

"I think we’ll just enjoy the indoors for now," I said, pressing a lingerie kiss on his chin.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon and turned the Pacific sky into a brilliant canvas of gold and violet, I pulled up my phone.

Unsurprisingly, the internet was still in absolute shambles. Photos of Reid carrying me across the beach with a massive grin on his face were already trending at number one globally:

#BAYWATCHMCCOY #CAPTAININPARADISE #STANLEYCUPHONEYMOON

I leaned back into the plush outdoor lounger, resting my head against Reid’s broad shoulder as his arm wrapped securely around my waist. His hand glided down, his fingers spreading flat and warm over the tiny, precious swell of my stomach.

"Looks like we’re still breaking the internet, rookie," I whispered, turning my face to press a soft kiss against his collarbone.

"Well, it’s our face on it after all," Reid murmured softly into my hair, his grip tightening around. "They can watch all they want. After all, they can never have the real thing."

I burst into a soft, breathless laugh against his neck, the warm night breeze carrying the gentle rustle of palm fronds and the distant crash of the surf.

"Arrogant as ever, McCoy," I murmured, my hand resting over his where it lay flat across my belly. "Some things really never change."

"Why should they?" Reid countered smoothly, his lips pressing a lingering, warm kiss to the top of my head. "I fought like hell for this, Kain. And besides, you’re a McCoy now too, remember?"

His thumb traced slow, soothing arcs over the soft swell of my stomach, a gesture so instinctual now that I doubted he even realized he was doing it.

The sheer tranquility of the moment felt surreal. Months ago, we were hiding in dark corners, navigating locker room squabbles, and dodging the suffocating weight of League expectations. Now, the open Pacific sky stretched out before us, vast and peaceful, completely ours.

"What do you think they’ll be like?" I asked softly, breaking the quiet hush between us.

Reid tilted his head slightly, his grey eyes reflecting the deep purple and gold hues of the Hawaiian twilight. "Who?"

"Our baby," I whispered, turning my face into his shoulder. "Are they going to inherit your reckless, stubborn streak? Or are they going to be as overly analytical as me?"