“Thank you.”
“Enjoy your stay!” she called out after we started walking away.
Once we arrived to our room, Cammie headed straight for the bedroom and called out my name. I pulled the suitcase along behind me, the bedroom was huge. It had patio doors that led out onto a balcony, matching white wardrobe and drawers and a massive bed that was covered in a white and red duvet set with rose petals covering it.
“Can you please unzip me?” Cammie asked as she pulled the pins out of her hair and it tumbled and bounced around her shoulders. I shrugged out of my cut and hung it over the red velvet chair that was in the corner of the room. I kicked my boots off one at a time as I walked towards her. The skin at the top of her back was too tempting not to kiss, she had caught a slight tan after working at the beach for the last six weeks, I had begged her to stop now that she was pregnant but, as stubborn as my woman was, I knew what the answer would be and she surprised me by saying that when she got to thirty weeks she would stop, that gave her one more month to work.
I slowly unzipped her dress, kissing down her back as I went, I was expecting to see some sexy underwear and was pleasantly surprised to see that all she had worn on our wedding day was a wedding dress.
“Fuck, Cam,” I cursed as the zip stopped just above the curve of her ass. “Turn around.” She slowly turned to face me, her hands were holding up the front of her dress so that it wouldn’t fall down and I pulled up the bottom of her dress to see that she was in fact bare for me. I leant in and kissed the smooth skin of her pubic bone, holding onto her hips to keep her steady.
“Mason,” she sighed as she parted her legs. I could see she was glistening and my resolve faded fast and my tongue was on her, pushing her lips apart so I could find her clit. I licked, sucked and nibbled all of her. When I felt her legs beginning to tremble I stopped and she complained.
“Lie on the bed.” She went to pull her dress off and I stopped her. “Leave the dress on.” She got comfy on the bed. Her legs dangled over the side and I knelt in front of her, spreading her legs wide. I smoothed my rough hands up the inside of her legs and watched as she became wetter. “You feeling ok?”
“No,” she moaned, shaking her head.
“What’s wrong?” I smiled, knowing full well the anticipation of me touching her was getting to her.
“Mason, please. Please stop teasing me,” she begged, trying to hook her leg over my shoulder to pull me close to her. Her hips started gyrating in the air, she needed friction and I grabbed hold of her wrist as her fingers came to her clit.
“No touching,” I scolded her.
“Then you do it, please.” Her ass was wiggling on the bed and that made me smile, I loved knowing that just looking at her made her horny. I dipped my head and stroked my tongue over her opening, her legs quivered and with that one taste I was addicted, I threw her legs over my shoulder and she crossed her ankles behind my head. As I licked and sucked her, she used her legs to pull me closer and closer, rubbing her hot pussy all over my face.
“Mason… I…” she panted, I thrust two fingers into her and rubbed at her front wall, within seconds she was crying out my name and coming all over me. I used my free hand to unbuckle my jeans and push them down my hips. I was hard as fuck and needed to feel her, I loved the feeling of her pulsing around me, squeezing the head of my dick.
I pushed her legs apart once more, I looked up to see her arm thrown over her eyes and her chest moved rapidly. I stepped out of my jeans and removed my socks, kicking it all to the side of the bed. I yanked my shirt off over my head, I couldn’t be bothered with undoing buttons. I pulled at her dress and it slipped off her body, revealing all her silky skin to me. I kissed down her neck, over her large breasts, suckling on her nipples which had her back arching off the bed and she removed her arm from her eyes so she could watch me. I ran my hands over her baby bump that was growing every day. I got back onto my knees and pushed myself into her, inch by inch. She was warm, wet and still pulsing. I reached up for her hands and once she squeezed my hands I had her sitting up and I pulled her down onto my lap as I sat back on my heels. Our bodies were now touching, hot skin against hot skin. Her nipples were pebbled and the feel of them moving over my naked chest caused tingles in my spine. I wrapped my arms around her waist and her arms circled my shoulders. She kissed me as she rocked her body back and forth on my erection. Our tongues collided, our teeth clashed and I gripped hold of her hips, encouraging her to change her movements; I needed her to move up and down. Her movements were slow and I could feel every part of her, I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and she moaned. Her rhythm got faster and she cried out every time my barbell piercing hit her clit. Our mouths were still touching, not kissing but gasping as the start of our orgasms started hitting us. I helped her move faster and faster, and once her legs started shaking, I pushed her so that the top of her back was leaning against the side of the bed for support and holding her slightly above me I started thrusting up into her, watching her breasts bounce. I felt her pussy tightening and she grabbed hold of her breasts and started tweaking her nipples.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I panted. My rhythm didn’t stop and I chased her orgasm with my own. I released her hips and she pressed her body back against mine, rocking her body gently over mine pulling every last bit of my release from me.
“I love you,” she whispered into my ear.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
I hid my now fully hard cock under the table and tried to concentrate on what was being said.
“I’ve contacted everyone I know, no one has heard anything from him,” Toes explained. “Everyone seems to think the Satan MC no longer exist.”
“Maybe it’s time to contact charters from overseas. We will not rest until he is caught.” Prez slammed down his gavel and I was glad to be getting out of there. I needed to be home and with my wife. I quickly scrambled out of the room and headed straight for my bike, threw my leg over the seat and pushed my helmet on my head. Drake opened the gate enough so I could get through and I was eager to re-create our wedding night with Cammie.
I parked my Harley next to Cammie’s car and looked up to the house to see that all the lights were off except for our bedroom one. She must have decided on an early night. I grabbed my keys and quickly unlocked the front door, stepping in and locking it behind me. I toed off my boots, leaving them at the bottom of the stairs. I didn’t call out to her, I wouldn’t wake her if she was already asleep. The bedroom door was ajar and pushed it open and stepped in, the sight before me had my blood turning cold. Cammie was sitting up in bed with a tight tank top on, that covered her bump, her hands were resting on it and tears were streaming down her face.
“Cam?” I said almost hesitantly. Her head shot up to look at me and she shook her head as her lip trembled. I rushed towards her and sat on the bed beside her. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
“It’s happened again, I’ve done it again. I’m being punished.”
“I don’t understand.”
“He’s not moving, I can’t feel him, Mason.” She grabbed my hand and placed it on her tummy, I moved it around and couldn’t feel him kicking either.
“Let’s get you to the hospital.” I tried to stay as calm as possible, knowing that if she lost this baby too that I would lose her. She would let the darkness claim her. I tugged the duvet off of her and grabbed her leggings that were beside the bed, helping her into them and pulled one of my hoodies over her head.
“I can’t…” She pushed me away from her. “I can’t do it… I can’t hear those words again, Mason. I can’t.”
“It’ll be ok.” I pulled her against my chest and she cried. I rubbed my hand over her head and my chest constricted. I was scared. “Come on.” I placed one hand on her back and the other under her knees and carried her down the stairs, only stopping to slip on my boots. She reached up and unlocked the door and I had her buckled into the car within minutes, running back up the steps t
o lock the house back up.
Cammie
I willed our son to move for the whole car journey. Mason was quiet and he kept one hand on my leg as he drove. We pulled into the hospital and I stared up at the grand building, not wanting to get out of the car. Mason pulled my door open and helped me out, I felt like I was in a daze, like I was a different person watching all of this unfold. That if I didn’t believe this was happening then everything would be ok. Mason led me into the reception by the hand and I looked around at all the people that were sitting in the reception. Some were waiting to be seen, some had cuts on their hands, sick children on their laps and others were staring into space with tears running down their faces. I could hear the distant sound of Mason talking but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.
“Cam?” I looked up at him and he wound his arm around my back and led me to a set of lifts. “We need to go to the third floor, they know we’re coming.” I stood beside him clutching hold of his hand, I felt like a zombie following obediently behind him. He’d done all the talking and I stood quietly beside him. It wasn’t until I was laying on a hospital bed and the doctor in front of me kept asking questions did I realise that this was really happening to me.
“Cammie?” I looked up when Mason said my name. He nodded his head to the doctor and I looked at her. She was an older woman, with dark black hair and mesmerizing blue eyes.
“Cammie, when was the last time you felt him kick?” She was fiddling with the machine in front of her as she asked these questions.
“I… I don’t remember.”
“That’s ok, let’s have a look.” She pushed my top off my tummy and squeezed some gel onto it, moving around the wand. I held my breath not wanting to hear her say those words when the most amazing sound filled the room. His heart was beating, I exhaled my held breath and burst into tears.
“He’s ok?” I sobbed.
“Yes, he’s doing very well.” She angled the screen towards us so we could see.
“Why couldn’t she feel him?”
“My guess would be that he was sleeping, but you are a little dehydrated you need to keep your fluids up. If you find yourself in this situation again try eating something sweet, drinking a cold drink and making lots of noise. If your baby doesn’t respond to this then come back.”
“Thanks, doc,” Mason said gripping hold of my hand. “You ok, Cammie?” I looked up at him and nodded. “Let’s get you home.”
Cammie
I was lying on the sofa after finishing my shift at work, concentrating on the baby. I wasn’t sure if I had felt him move again and I didn’t want to go back to the hospital just after being there last week. I was panicked.
“Hello?” Mason answered his phone.
“I can’t feel him moving,” I blurted.
“Sweetheart, have you tried eating something sugary or a really cold drink?”
“No, I forgot about that.” I climbed to my feet and walked into the kitchen. Dusty jumped around my feet and I had to concentrate not to trip over her. I opened the back door and she flew outside. I rummaged through the cupboard until I found some chocolate and poured myself some water and grabbed some ice cubes from the freezer and I sat on the stool at the breakfast bar.
“Do you want me to come home?”
“No,” I told him as I took a bite of the chocolate. “Where are you anyway?”
“It’s a surprise.” I could hear him mumbling to someone else, it sounded like he had covered the phone so I couldn’t hear. “Any movement yet?”
“No.” I took a sip of the ice cold drink. “Oh wait… Yes. Thank God.” I sighed in relief. How was I going to cope like this for the next seventeen weeks?
“Great, I’ll be home in two hours. I need you to be showered and ready for me, we’re going out.”
“Where are we going? What shall I wear?” I sat up straighter in my seat.
“It’s a surprise and I’ll bring something for you to wear.”
“Ok.” I smiled. “I can’t wait.”
“Love you,” he said and ended the call.
I had two hours and we were going out, I think a nap was needed and then I’d start getting ready. I got the dogs in, gave them a treat each and headed upstairs for a lie down.
“Cam?” Mason called out as he walked in through the partially open bedroom door. He was looking sexy in a black tux, with a white shirt and black dickie bow tie.
“Wow, look at you?” I smiled. “What’s the occasion? You didn’t even wear a tux on our wedding day.” I sauntered towards him and placed my hands on his chest. I was almost ready, my hair was straightened and kept down, just the way Mason liked it. I had put on neutral make-up as I didn’t know what colour dress I was going to be wearing and my usual red lipstick that Mason also loved.
“I have a present for you.” He passed me a box, hooking a dress bag up on the back of the bedroom door. I sat down and opened the box.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a baby foetal Doppler heart monitor. We can hear the baby’s heartbeat with this. So if, for any reason, you’re unsure if you felt him move or just want to be sure, you can use this.” I was stunned, he knew the fears I battled with daily and although I had been to a few counselling session, I was still terrified that I was going to lose our baby.
“Oh, Mason. Thank you.” I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. I tilted my head back, offering him my lips and he didn’t disappoint. He pressed his lips gently to mine, making sure that he didn’t ruin my make-up.
He grabbed the dress bag from the door and held it to me. “I need you to wear this, and we’ll be leaving in ten minutes. I have shoes for you downstairs.”
“Ok.” I laid the bag on the bed and began to unzip it as Mason left the room. I gasped in surprise as I saw the material, it was silver and glittery. I held the dress up to me and looked at myself in the floor length mirror, it would show off my bump perfectly. I pulled the zip down at the back of the dress, untied my dressing gown and let it fall to the floor. I stepped into the dress and shimmied it up my body. The material was soft and silky and it had a built in bra, though I wasn’t convinced it would hold me in since my breasts had grown so much in the last few weeks. I reached behind me and pulled the zip up. At the back, it ended just below my shoulder blades and it was strapless. It flowed to the floor and clung to my hips, tummy and bum. I turned around to catch a glimpse of the back, making sure my bum didn’t look too big. Mason was always telling me that from behind I didn’t even look pregnant. I was glad that it was the end of July and still fairly warm as I didn’t have a jacket to go with a dress like this. I was excited to see where we were going. I grabbed my black clutch bag and headed out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Mason was standing at the bottom waiting for me, I picked the end of my dress up in my hand and Mason met me half way offering me his hand.
“You look amazing. Do you like the dress?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Do you want to wear flat shoes or heels?” He pointed to two pairs of silver shoes on the floor, one were ballet flats and the others were a four inch heel, sandal with a buckle with intricate diamante detailing.
“Definitely the heels.” I smiled and he got down onto one knee and helped me put them on.
“Good choice.” He smiled as he kissed the inside of my ankle.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“What’s that?” I asked placing my foot back on the floor.
“That’s our lift.” He held his arm out to me and I placed my hand in the crook of his arm. He pulled the door opened and I squealed when I saw the long black limo sitting at the end of our driveway.
“Is that for us?” I asked as he gently pushed me outside, locking the door behind us.
“Yes.” We proceeded towards the limo and before he opened the door, I reached up to his ear and whispered;
“I may just have to get on my knees in that limo and thank you in a good way.” He shuddered underneath my touch. He pulled open the door
and I was greeted by the sound of laughter, I looked inside and the limo was full of our friends. I glanced back at Mason and he winked at me. “Or not,” I mumbled to myself. I climbed inside to find Heather and Blade dressed up like us, Blade was also in a tux and Heather was wearing a fire engine red long dress. Ashlyn was there too in a dark blue floor length dress with ruffles around the top and on the sleeves and Toes, Tat, Solar and Drake sat in smart trousers, shirts and their cuts. I laughed to myself how their jackets were almost like their security blankets. I was surprised to see that Mason and Blade weren’t wearing theirs.
“Where are we going?” I asked, looking around at everyone as the limo started moving.
“Our lips are sealed,” Heather said. “You look amazing, how’s my nephew?” She asked, rubbing her hand on my tummy.
“He’s good.” Heather and I were so close, practically like sisters and she always referred to me as auntie Cammie to her kids. I was happy to be able to do the same when this little one was born.
Everyone, except for me, had a glass of champagne and I had sparkling water, the conversation was flowing around us and I was happy that everyone was together. I didn’t get to see as much of Heather as I would like to. The car slowed down and I looked out the car window to see we had stopped in front of a large hotel. Everyone filed out and Mason held my hand as we walked towards the large set of doors. Once we were inside, there was a large sign displaying the event we were attending.
‘SANDS (Stillbirth & neonatal death charity) charity auction’
I stopped walking and looked around at everyone, they all stopped and looked at me.
“Cam…” Heather began and Mason held up his hand to stop her.
“Go on in, we’ll be just a minute.” They all carried on in to the lavish ballroom, music was drifting out to us and I caught a glimpse of people dancing.
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