Chapter 42: I don’t want to do things that’ll get me pregnant

​As I was brooding over the fact that he was acting unlike himself, my eyes fell on his lips. Reid had never kissed me before. Well, it wasn’t like we liked each other. We were just doing what our bodies wanted, and he was just an asshole holding my secret over my head.

​I shook my head. Why was I even thinking about this? He had completely ruined my plans to get his pheromones out of my system. The moment he wakes up, I’m chasing him out of my house.

That was the plan.

​But right then, the heavy muscles of his chest moved.

​In one swift motion, his massive arm shot out, grabbing me and forcing me into his embrace. He held me tight, dropping his chin on my shoulder from behind me and wrapping his arms completely around my waist.

​I held my breath, my eyes widening as I felt something hard pressing right against my butt. He was completely naked, and right now, he was hard. Morning wood, I guess, but that was none of my concern—he could take care of it in the bathroom.

​I tried to break free, keeping an eye on my rib, but his grip was so firm. "Reid!" I called but he ignored me. "Reid—if you’re awake then let go. Don’t pretend this is a sleeping habit."

​"Cap..." Reid whispered, his voice deep and raspy from sleep, completely laced with that obnoxiously arrogant tone. He didn’t even open his eyes. "It’s too early to be playing hard to get. Wanna see me make you beg again?"

​I flinched, the memory of my voice breaking hours ago making my chest tight. "Reid, just let go."

​"Why?" he asked, his breath falling hot on my ear, making me shiver against my will. "I told you to let loose, Evans. I told you—don’t just think about it as me using you for my entertainment, use me as well. If you stop playing hard to get, we’ll finally both be on the same page when we’re not on the ice."

​I gulped, my throat dry. Outside the ice, we were practically enemies since he made it his life’s mission to mess with me, but on the ice, we had great chemistry and gameplay. Like two prodigies in a pod.

​Slowly, I stopped fighting and eased into his embrace. If I kept struggling, my ribs were going to crack before he did.

​"Reid... I don’t want to do things that’ll get me pregnant," I muttered.

​"Then take contraceptives," he whispered back instantly, sounding completely dismissive. "Stop acting like you don’t know those exist."

​"They do," I said, my jaw clenching. "But I can’t take them regularly or the drug tests we take periodically will show I’m on something and during further investigation, I’ll get exposed. This time, I was able to take the interceptor after the game because I know we don’t have another game for another two weeks, so I won’t have to worry about it being in my system by then. But if I take contraceptives regularly, then..."

​The moment the words left my mouth, his grip on me hardened and he let out a low, frustrated groan, his teeth nibbling sharply on my earlobe.

​"So you’re saying I shouldn’t cum inside you? No can do, Cap. Inside you feels so good that I end up knotting you, so how do you expect me to not cum inside?"

​He made a fair point there. Knotting only occurs when the Alpha is at a heightened arousal state, and not just a standard ejaculation state. If he was knotting me left and right, it just meant he was feeling way too good to be able to stop himself. I was trying to be reasonable here, trying to come to a conclusion where we could both have what we want and I don’t have to face any consequences, but it wasn’t that easy.

​I sighed, and then gasped as I felt him grinding his cock against my ass through the sheets.

​"I cleaned you up, Cap," Reid said, his fingers trailing down slightly. He still sounded snobbish and obnoxious, but something about his tone was a bit different. "I decided to be a pretty good boy this time, so you should reward me."

​I was completely speechless. What reward?

​"How’s your rib?" he asked suddenly.

​I blinked, realizing that his grip was positioned right beneath my bruised rib. He was being very conscious not to hurt me.

​I stared at the wall, completely confused by the guy holding me. "Reid, I just don’t understand you."

"Then don’t understand me," he said, his voice dropping into that familiar, low rumble as his hand slid down the front of my stomach. His fingers brushed past my thighs and wrapped firmly around my limp dick. "Let’s just use our bodies instead."

I flinched at the sudden, direct contact, my breath catching in my throat as his palm began to slowly stroke my dick.

Even with the lingering ache in my ribs, and the soreness in my spine, my body didn’t hesitate to betray me.

The thick, warm scent of his morning pheromones was already filling the space between us, and within seconds, I could feel myself twitching, growing hard and damp right in his palm.

"See?" Reid chuckled, the vibration of his chest pressing right into my back as his grip tightened, matching my growth with a steady, rhythmic friction. "Your body always knows exactly what to do, Cap. It’s a lot smarter than your brain."

"Reid... I just said I don’t want to risk it," I ground out, my eyes squeezing shut as the heat began to coil in my belly all over again.

The contrast between his careful, protective hold on my ribs and the shameless way his hand was stroking me was driving me crazy.

"And I told you to stop worrying so much," he murmured, his teeth grazing the side of my neck, right over the edge of the blister patch.

He shifted his hips, deliberately rubbing his thick, hard morning wood right against the crease of my ass, urging my hole to slick over. "We have two weeks before the next drug panel. We’ll figure something out before then. But right now? You’re benched, I’m here, and you’re already dripping for me."