Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I kiss him back, my hands on his face as I we take just a moment to enjoy the other.
When I pull back and look down at him, he smiles again, but then it’s there, that wolfish grin that’s more teeth and threatening than anything else.
I squeal when he pinches my ass hard enough to leave a mark.
It has me climbing from his lap immediately, but he doesn’t let me get far.
In a second, I’m on my back with him between my legs. He watches my face as he pins my arms over my head.
It makes me want to run, not because I’m afraid, but because he has that we-need-to-talk look, and it makes my skin itch.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” I ask.
“Everything. For being who I need, for letting me be who you need. I know it comes with sacrifices on your part.”
I swallow thickly. Going slow and enjoying each other that way was easier than actually hearing the words from his mouth.
“Do you think we hurt the baby?”
I tremble.
“Earlier when we were outside,” he clarifies when I remain silent.
“How did you know?” I finally manage.
He doesn’t answer me, and it doesn’t surprise me at all.
“Do you think the baby is okay?” he asks again, and I know I have to be honest with him.
“I don’t think the baby will ever be okay with us as parents.”
He considers my response for a long moment before speaking.
“I’m going to have so much fun proving you wrong.”
With that declaration, he presses another kiss to my lips before slipping beside me in the bed and pulling me to his chest.
It lasts all of five minutes before I have to pull away and get some distance.
His laughter at my insistence follows me into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 41
Angel
“Keep sitting there with that look on your face and I’ll fuck you against the window.”
Testing my patience, Lauren rolls her eyes.
She’s doing it for attention. She’s become a professional over the last six months of thinking she can call my bluff.
My cock threatens to thicken, giving a little kick in my jeans.
“You think I’m playing,” I warn. “I don’t care who—”
I snap my jaw closed, drawing a tiny chuckle from her when the door opens after a quick knock.
“Good to see you two again,” the doctor says when she enters.
Lauren smiles at her, and it’s not one of the fake ones she struggles through in public these days.
“I wanted to start the visit with your test results.”
Dr. Taylor hands each of us a piece of paper, and we each studiously look down at the results.
I smile when I see my results, looking up at Lauren to find the same look on her face.
Nothing would change for us no matter what the results were, but I know she was worried about the health of the baby if the STD panel came back with different results.
She’s felt guilt for a while about what she put her body through and what that could mean for our unborn child.
“We’re clear?” Lauren asks.
“A hundred percent,” Dr. Taylor confirms. “The baby is healthy.”
“Our son,” I clarify, bringing a grin to the doctor’s face.
“The baby,” she counters.
Lauren chuckles again. She didn’t want to know the sex of the baby, but it hasn’t stopped me from trying to get the doctor to slip since our twenty-week ultrasound.
We work through scheduling the next appointment before the doctor starts asking the hard questions.
“Have you been to one of the meetings?”
Lauren holds her head high, refusing to let the guilt from not going to one of the support group meetings that were recommended after she was blatantly honest with the doctor, during her first appointment win.
“I made it to the parking lot,” Lauren answers.
“That’s a start,” Dr. Taylor commends.
The woman has never judged her or our lifestyle when uncomfortable questions were asked.
Lauren explained what she considered selfish thoughts about still liking things rough where sex was concerned.
“What about the dizziness?” Lauren asks.
Dr. Taylor gives her a knowing look that makes me wonder just what this woman is into that keeps her from questioning what we like.
“No more prolonged time lying flat on your back. The baby’s weight has gotten to the point that he’s pressing against something to cause it.”
“He’s getting pretty big, huh?”
Lauren rolls her eyes, but Dr. Taylor doesn’t fall for my trick.
“I can direct you to a website for other positions that won’t cause—”
“No back lying. Got it, Doc.”
I can’t sit in here, minutes after threatening to fuck my woman against the window, and listen to a conversation about positions to fuck her in without popping wood.
Lauren and Dr. Taylor both chuckle, and it causes me to send a glare Lauren’s way. She’s well fucking aware of what’s going on, and I’ll be happy to correct her behavior soon enough.
“And before you ask,” she begins, looking directly at me. “I have more clients coming in so no you can’t have a few private minutes in the room.”