by K. C. Crowne
Yeah – I was thinking it was going to be a relaxing weekend.
“Uh, babe?” Gia called me from inside, concern in her voice.
“What’s up?”
“Baby.”
“I’m here – I heard you. What’s going on?”
“No. I mean, baby. Right now.”
Oh fuck.
Right at that moment the tea kettle whistled, the shrill sound cutting through the still air. I rushed into the cabin and into the bathroom. Gia was there, standing with her legs spread, on hand on the sink and the other against the wall.
And on the floor between her legs was liquid puddling at her feet.
“Well,” she said. “I think someone wants to spend the weekend with us.”
I hurried to the kitchen and took the kettle off the burner before going back into the bathroom and leading her into the living room, then into the first-floor bedroom.
“Contractions,” I said. “Are they bad?”
“I don’t know.” I helped her onto the bed just in time for a contraction to hit. I took her hand and helped her through it, Gia gripping onto my hand and squeezing it with some surprising strength. Her eyes went wide, and she groaned along with the pain.
“Like that one,” I said with a slightly ironic tone.
“I’m about to pitch you through that window if you make another smart comment like that, buster.”
“Just lightening the mood.”
“What do we do?” she asked. “Where’s the nearest hospital?”
“Thirty minutes back. And if this is happening as quickly as I think it is…”
“Yeah?”
“We might be doing this here. I need to get some stuff – stay put.”
“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”
I planted a quick kiss on her now-sweaty forehead and hurried out of the bedroom. In the kitchen, I grabbed a pot from under the stove, filling it with water and setting it to boil. After that, I found the first aid kit in the bathroom. Next were towels – lots and lots of towels.
And right as I started back to the bedroom, Gia let out another cry of pain as the next contraction hit. I checked my watch as I returned – the contractions were fast. This baby was coming, and he or she wasn’t wasting any time getting here.
“Is this normal?” she asked as I placed towels around the bed and helped her out of her shoes and socks, the contraction fading.
“Not normal – but not in a bad way. Sometimes babies are in a rush to show up.” I flashed her a smile.
“He’s just eager to see that pretty face of yours.”
She smiled slightly and rolled her eyes. “Thanks, Dr. Cornball.”
I winked and hurried out of the room for just long enough to make a call to the nearest hospital. Yet another contraction hit as I finished the call, and I hurried back to Gia as quickly as I could.
I’d only been around a few births back in med school, but it all started to come back to me. The contractions drew closer and closer, and after a half-hour of pushing, the baby began to crown.
It was incredible. I was so stunned by it all, the fact that I was helping my wife give birth to my own child…it took some serious get-back-in-the-moment thinking to focus on the task at hand.
“Alright,” I called. “One more hard push and…”
Gia grunted as she pushed, the baby coming out and into my hands.
She wriggled into my hands, letting out a cry with some pretty damn powerful lungs.
“Girl!” I shouted, tears welling in my eyes. “We’ve got a girl!”
I cleaned a pair of scissors from the first aid kit and cut the cord, followed by using some of the now-tepid water from the stove to clean off my daughter.
My daughter. Just think the words was enough to give me pause, to make my heart hurt with joy.
And the sight of her in my arms, swaddled in towels and reaching up toward me with her little fingers…I’d never known anything like how I felt in that moment.
I brought her over to Gia, my love’s expression one of pure bliss.
“She’s so damn beautiful.”
I handed our daughter over, Gia taking her and holding her close.
“Gillian,” she said, looking up at me. “What do you think?”
“Perfect.”
I stood up straight and the moment I did, little Gillian reached out, her tiny hand brushing against the ring box in my pocket.
Gia cocked her head to the side, noticing it.
“What is that?”
Ah, shit.
“It’s…”
No time like the present.
“I was going to wait a little bit before I did this, but our little family’s already starting out in a pretty unconventional way.”
I slipped the box out of my pocket and opened it up. Gia’s eyes went wide as she realized what she was looking at.
“Gia Stone, ever since I--”
“Yes!” she shouted, tears of happiness in her eyes. “I will!”
So much for a big speech.
Nothing more needed to be said. I slipped the ring on her finger, Gillian watching silently.
“The perfect start to our perfect little family,” she said, gazing up at me with love in her eyes.
“Couldn’t agree more.”
EPILOGUE II
GIA
“Now, Gilly!”
The girl was fast. Every time I saw my three-year-old girl run, it reminded me of the day she was born, how she couldn’t wait to get out and see the world. She was like a blur as she ran through the backyard of our lake house, giggles sounding through the air.
Gavin tried to catch up with her, hunched over as he ran, his long arms outstretched.
On the other side of the backyard, Duncan was reassuring his little girl, his hand on her back as tears trickled down her round cheeks. Every now and then he’d glance back at Oliver, a mischievous grin spread across his face. I wasn’t sure exactly what had happened, but it looked to me like some kind of teasing involving Oliver chasing away butterflies his sister had been trying to catch.
As I watched the scene unfold, I placed my hand on my belly. Baby number two was in the works, and I was just starting to show. It was chaos, and it was exhausting. But I wouldn’t trade motherhood for the world.
“It’s like a zoo down there.” Kenna stepped up to me, her own belly big with twins that were around eight months along.
“Yeah, but it’s for the best – you let them run around like this and by the time dinner rolls around they’ll be nice and tired. And once they’re full, it’s just a matter of getting them into their pajamas before they’re done for the night.”
Kenna smiled, nodding after I spoke.
“Hope you’re taking some mental notes here,” I said. “Total pearls of parenthood wisdom I’m handing to you.”
She laughed. “Don’t worry – I’m watching and listening and learning.”
I glanced out the window to see that Oliver was gone, Gavin and Duncan sitting near each other and sipping beers as they watched the remaining two kids play.
“Alright,” Annie said. “You’re going to stay in here until you behave, OK?”
We both turned. She came into the room with Oliver, the kid none too pleased about what was happening.
“Mom!” he said, as if he were being punished in a totally unfair way. “I was just playing!”
“You were bothering your sister. Now, sit up here and chill until dinner. If you can’t play nice, you don’t get to play at all.”
They noticed me and Kenna.
“Oh, hey!” Annie said. She elbowed Oliver. “Say hi to Aunt Gia and Aunt Kenna.”
“Hi Aunt Gia and Aunt Kenna.” He mumbled the words, looking down at his feet as if ashamed.
“Now, chill out. We’ll talk soon.”
“I think that’s our cue,” I said to Kenna.
We hurried out, and moments later we were gathered around the kitchen bar, sipping iced tea.
“You see what you two
have to look forward to,” Annie said. “Assuming you’ve got some boys on the way.”
“Not me,” I said, shaking my head. “Plan is for nothing but girls.”
Kenna and Annie laughed. “We’ll see how that works out for you,” Annie remarked.
In the middle of the conversation, Gavin and Duncan came in with the kids, announcing that they were about to start the grill.
It was the perfect afternoon that bled into the perfect evening. Good food, good friends, and some cute-as-hell kids to entertain us.
But by the time it was all over, Gavin and I back in our bedroom, all the kids asleep, there was something else on my mind.
“Have I told you what a sexy pregnant woman you make?” he asked, wrapping his arms around me, clasping his hands over my tiny bump. “You may have mentioned it once or twice.”
“Lucky for me I’m going to get to see it over and over.”
“Oh, you think so?”
“Sure do. We got this kind coming, and then another, and then another…”
I raised my eyebrows. “What, you think you’re getting a little private army to march out of this uterus?”
“Worse things I can imagine.”
“How about we focus on the here and now?” I turned around, his hands going to my hips, my pussy tingling at the idea of making more babies with him. “Because there’s something more…pressing I’ve got on my mind.”
“And what’s that?”
“I think that big doctor’s brain of yours can figure it out.”
We kissed, clothes falling to the ground bit by bit as we made our way over to the bed. Soon we were naked under the covers, Gavin moving inside of me, bringing me to orgasm again and again.
When it was all over, his arm wrapped around me, my head resting on his chest, the two of us watched the moon through the window, big and full and round.
“My life’s perfect, you know? Luckiest man in the world if you ask me.”
I leaned up and kissed him. “I feel the same way.”
“Love you like crazy, baby.”
“And I love you too.”
I closed my eyes and savored the moment, knowing it was just one of many to come, all of them full of love.
I had it all. And I couldn’t wait to see what joys the next day, and all the days to follow, would bring.
THE END
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Doctor’s Secret (Preview)
What would you do if the doctor of your dreams ...
Turns out to be your evil ex's long lost brother?
A doctor.
A multi-millionaire.
Hot. And charismatic.
Duncan is everything I ever wanted - but never had.
The sexual tension is unlike anything I've ever experienced.
And this talented doctor knows how to treat all my body parts.
But I discover the most shocking news.
A secret he's kept hidden all along.
And I vow never to see him again.
Months later, guess who shows up ready to deliver my baby...
And he's in for a big surprise.
He's not the only one that can keep a big secret.
Prologue
“Did you like that, Princess? I want to bring you over the edge again.”
Shock filled me from the words coming out of his gorgeous mouth.
Another one?
After the glorious experience that just came over me, I seriously doubted I had it in me.
My org*sm was so intense, I worried another might tear me apart. I’d never felt something so powerful.
He didn’t wait for permission.
He scooped me up, placing me on the nearby chair, my legs loose off the seat. Once I was there, he dropped to his knees, moving close to me and spreading my legs open wide.
I blushed with embarrassment.
Never had I ever felt so exposed.
“You have the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen,” he commented, staring between my thighs and shaking his head in disbelief. He flicked his gaze to me. “I can’t wait to get inside and show you just how much you turn me on. But first I’ll make certain you experience all the pleasure a goddess like you deserves.”
I blushed, shaking my head as I looked at him. He laughed before sliding his arms under my thighs and pulling me close, planting his lips on my inner thighs and moving closer to my wet folds.
I was still feeling the intense aftermath from the last org*sm.
Still so sensitive.
Yet, he was gentle and knew just how to touch me.
Soothing warm, moist lips kissing me softly, giving my body time to prepare for what he was about to come.
I felt eager.
I felt alive.
Who was this girl?
It was like he was arousing a wild animal inside me.
Like it was dormant all my life, waiting to be released only by him.
I knew I’d never be the same again after this night. That both frightened and thrilled me.
I ran my hands through his hair as he reached my waiting folds. However amazing his touch was, his lips were another level.
He spread me open and started with quick darts of his tongue over my cl*t, making the same perfect circles.
Moans flowed from my mouth as I leaned back into the soft, cushy chair, the fire raging behind him, the light from the flames outlining his perfect body.
As he ate me out, he placed his fingers inside me again, and just like before, just like he promised, an orgasm started to take shape almost immediately.
“I love the way you taste.”
I could barely form words.
“Ohhh… yes….”
I felt powerful.
I felt amazing.
It was like I’d cast a spell over him, transfixing the man of my dreams, binding him to a lifetime of filling me with pleasure – which he appreciatively bestowed me.
It felt like I was made to please his every desire.
And him to please mine.
He continued to lick me, soft wet sounds filling the air and mixing with the crackle of fire.
The delicious scent of the burning wood added to my euphoric arousal.
He brought me close to the edge yet again, teasing me with an impending explosion.
“Now Goddess,” he ordered, raising his mouth from my folds while continuing to finger me.
Before I had a chance to react, he put his mouth back on me and started again.
It felt…unreal.
I gripped the arms of the chair, digging my nails into the fabric as he brought me to another climax.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…….”
It flowed through me, uncontrollable pleasure over took me.
Incredible. The most intense pleasure rocked through me.
I screamed.
I cried.
I barely recognized the sounds coming from me.
His eyes grew dark and intense as he watched me.
Hunger in his eyes.
A wicked smile on his beautiful face.
“That’s a good girl. I promise you this, Princess. We’ve only just started. Tonight, I’m going to awaken parts of you you’ve never even known existed. And when we’re done, you’re going to sleep very well tonight.”
Duncan
One Year Prior
Sh*t. The things I want to do to her.
I gaze at the picture of my brother’s girl.
A pink paisley bikini barely covering her voluminous breasts.
I want to rip it right off her.
Fifteen d*mn minutes is how long I’ve been glued to my computer like some creeper.
I know. Scum bag move.
She’s not mine to look at.
I click off of my brother’s social media page and sit back in my chair, closing my eyes and scrubbing a hand over my face.
Andrew doesn’t deserve her. And that’s a really sh*tty thing to think about my own brother.
It’s evident in his face though, that he is proud to show her off.
He wants people to see him with the curvy goddess on his arm because it apparently gives him some sense of satisfaction. Makes him look more like a powerful man.
But there’s no warmth in his smile. Nothing that would bely any true feelings of adoration for the beauty next to him.
Her name, according to his social tags, is Annie.
Annie has a purely genuine quality to her smile. As though she’s actually enjoying herself around my half-brother.
He would have a girl like her.
After all, he’d been fed with a d*mn silver spoon practically his whole life.
Annie’s smile is radiant.
In fact, it’s the very first thing I notice in all her photos.
As beautiful and out of this world her body is, it’s her pearly white smile that draws me to her photos.
I wonder what in the hell it is she sees in him.
Andrew and I have a very complicated past.
We’ve only really known one another for a year now. But in that year, I’ve seen an egotistical, driven, self-obsessed, glory hunter. Sure, my brother has his good qualities, but something tells me being a selfless lover and doting boyfriend are not in his repertoire.
Even so, I do feel a little twinge of guilt at the full on hard on I’m sporting under my desk after looking at Annie.
A girl I would worship.
A girl I’d keep all to myself.
A girl whose body I would bring to countless org*sms as she screamed my name and begged for more.
Dammit Duncan!
I stand up from my desk and pace my office, taking deep breaths and trying to will my er*ction to behave.