Fulfillment

by Golland, K. M.

  He slammed into me with intense fervour, then pulled out and repeated the motion. At first I thought his enthusiasm was too much for the window, but the sheer carnality of his actions had me forgetting my surroundings, instead focussing on him and him only.

  Bryce pounded me against the window over and over until I was screaming out his name and digging my teeth into his shoulder. Then, barely recovering from my orgasm, he pulled out and spun me around, forcing me to splay my hands against the glass. I watched his reflection in the rain streaked window as he slid his arm underneath my waist, compelling me to lean forward and spread wide for him. I found the strength to get up on my tip-toes enough for him to bend only slightly and drive back in to me.

  The feeling of fullness I experienced weakened my stance, causing my head to drop and my hands to lose their grip against the glass.

  “I’ve got you,” he said softly, yet with dominance so profound that I knew he did have me; he had me entirely.

  I lifted my head to resume watching his magnificent reflection, a reflection of a body that I would get to admire forever. I greedily took in his flexing muscles as he increased his rhythm, together with increasing another orgasm within me. His thrusts became rapid, then deep, strong, slow and hard, stripping me of any vigour I had left.

  He growled with such intensity as he came, strong and deep within me, leaving me limp and pretty much suspended across his arm.

  He pressed a kiss to my shoulder then shifted me so that he could scoop me up.

  “So, was that a good first date?”

  His cocky tone hung playfully in the air. I giggled as I closed my eyes and leaned into his chest.

  “It was alright,” I teasingly answered as he walked us to the bedroom. “You weren’t kidding though when you said we were going to ‘fuck like crazy’ after going out for dinner, were you?”

  “No, and I wasn’t kidding when I said I was going to eat breakfast off your naked body.”

  “Mmmm,” I mumbled, as my mind caught up to my body, shutting down and taking a well earned rest.

  ***

  The following morning I woke to the aroma of coffee and Bryce eating Fette Biscottate off of my stomach.

  “Good morning, my beautiful fiancé. Sleep well?” he asked, as he licked a crumb from around my navel.

  I squirmed at the ticklish feel. “Good morning, my handsome fiancé. Yes, I slept perfectly thanks to you.”

  He pulled himself up closer to my head, poking the breakfast bread into my mouth. I bit down, finding that I was very hungry after only eating a few bites of dinner the night before.

  Snatching it from his hand, I took another bite. “Yum, this is delicious.”

  I could see his face start to break into a cute little protest when his phone started ringing.

  He rolled over and picked it up from the bedside table. “Good morning, Lucy,” he answered with a smirk. I cuddled into his chest so that I could hear her through the phone’s speaker.

  “So,” she said impatiently. “Did you ask her?”

  “Yes,” he answered, keeping his emotions flat, not giving anything away.

  “And?” she said, her impatience wearing thin.

  “I said yes,” I yelled up at the phone.

  The next thing I heard was her squealing through the speaker. Bryce frustratingly removed it from his ear, all the while smiling at his sister’s happy reaction.

  “Congratulations,” she sang, happily.

  “Thanks,” we answered simultaneously.

  “Okay, I won’t keep you. I just wanted to know if my brother had manned up or chickened out. Go back to celebrating.” She blew a kiss into the phone then hung up.

  He put it back down and pulled me on top of him.

  Sitting naked, straddling his glorious hips, I sighed. “Can we just send out an email and tell everyone?”

  “No, that’s boring,” he said as he kneaded both my breasts in his hands. “And anyway, your dad already knows. I had to get his permission first.”

  My eyes widened at the knowledge he had been planning this for a while. “When did you ask my dad?”

  He squeezed my tender flesh meticulously. “Christmas Day.”

  I automatically lifted my arms and twisted my long hair into a bun holding it up on my head then thought back to Christmas Day and the sight of him and my dad leaving his office. “Mmmm, you’re sneaky,” I purred. “Okay, how about we text everybody with emoticons instead?”

  He rolled both my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. “No, that’s still not good enough.”

  I closed my eyes and began to rub my pussy against his expanding cock. “Good old fashioned letter?” I suggested, hopefully.

  “I was thinking more along the lines of hiring a sky writer, or making a guest appearance on a morning television show.”

  My eyes shot open. “You wouldn’t?”

  He grabbed me and wrestled me to the bed. “I would.”

  ***

  After another mind-blowing orgasm, a skinny latte, and some more Fette Biscottate, Bryce headed out to oversee the progress of construction work of the new Clark Incorporated Hotel.

  I was beaming, cheerful, and joyously happy. I kept glancing at my ring in wonderment, now in a position to cognitively take in its brilliance. It was a large, square halo-cut diamond—large probably being an understatement—set amongst 25 smaller diamonds, with another 15 smaller diamonds on the band on either side. Yes, I counted them, all 56 of them.

  Bryce had said he was going to be out for an hour or so, so I decided rather than waste a beautiful day, I would go for a walk along the main street.

  The streets of Rome were beautiful and full of character, the buildings graced with tradition and the cobblestone roads full of charm. I was deliriously happy as I skipped along the path. Did I just skip? Oh my God, I think I just actually skipped.

  I’d stopped myself momentarily, questioning my sanity when I noticed I was in front of a pharmacy. My mind went straight to the strong possibility that I could be pregnant, but did I want to find out now...today? I stared at the shop front and bit down on my thumb nail, a smile blossoming across my face. Yes, I did want to find out today, because even if the test were to be negative, nothing could possibly ruin my happy spirits.

  I pushed open the door and went inside.

  ***

  Half an hour later I was back in the hotel suite, a pregnancy test in my hand. I’d peed on the stick, enclosed it in the plastic cap then turned the results window down in my hand—not looking at the final outcome. I didn’t want to do it alone; I wanted Bryce here with me. The problem with that idea was that my hand had started to cramp up. Shit! How do I let go without seeing? I could close my eyes. No, I might drop it, then what?

  Just as I was about to make the decision to continue to grip or let go, and probably resembling a fretful person holding a ticking time bomb, Bryce walked through the door.

  He strode right up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Longest fucking two hours of my life.” He took my head in his hands and kissed me with intention.

  I didn’t hug him back. Instead, I held my arms out stretched as if the pregnancy test contained a highly infectious disease.

  “What’s wrong, Hunny?” he asked, concern on his handsome face. He looked at my enclosed hand. “What’s that?”

  “A pregnancy test,” I blurted out.

  He was stone-faced not knowing whether to smile or frown, I knew how he felt.

  “Are you—?”

  “I don’t know, I haven’t looked. I was waiting for you to come back. I’m over a week late.”

  “Fuck! Why didn’t you ring me?” He grasped my hand and moved it so that it rested in between our two bodies.

  I slowly began to loosen my fingers.

  “Wait!” he said, staring down at my hand.

  I froze.

  He lifted his gaze to mine. “If it’s negative, that’s fine. We can keep trying.”

  I lifted my othe
r hand to touch his obviously anxious face. “I know, my love. If it’s negative we’ll keep trying and trying until it’s positive.” I placed a soft, calming kiss on his lips. “Are you ready?”

  He nodded, and we both looked down as I opened my hand.

  “What does that mean?” he asked.

  A rush of elation rolled through me. “It means we are having another baby.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  The rest of our time in Rome was kind of surreal. After the pregnancy test revealed two pink lines, we had stared at it for minutes, rotating it and making sure it wasn’t playing a cruel trick on us. When we were satisfied that it wasn’t, we both hugged each other, kissed each other, and wiped away each other’s happy tears. Then, my Mr. Overprotective-Over domineering-Arse Clark returned, marching us both back to the pharmacy to get some folic acid and pregnancy vitamins.

  Satisfied that I was happy and healthy, he’d finally allowed us to continue our day and finish our sightseeing plans by walking to the Spanish Steps, the Trevi Fountain, and the Villa Borghese Gardens. We’d then done a little shopping on our way back to the hotel and stocked up on some souvenirs, not forgetting my promise of picking up a real Ferrari for Nate. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a rude piece of cutlery for Tash—Italy had no crude looking monuments.

  ***

  We departed Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport later that night, basically sleeping the entire way before waking up during our stopover in Hong Kong. Bryce had gone back to gently caressing my stomach, and I adored that paternal side of him that just naturally took over.

  “So when do you want to get married?” I asked him as we lay side by side in the luxurious queen bed on the private jet, only hours from landing in Melbourne.

  “When are you officially divorced?”

  “In a few weeks’ time.”

  “Well...in a few weeks’ time then,” Bryce answered, carefree and unconcerned.

  “Can we wait till after the baby is born?”

  He rolled back to get a better look at my face and before he could object I explained.

  “It’s going to be a few weeks before the divorce is final, then we have to submit the marriage application and that takes at least three months—”

  He interrupted. “There are ways around that.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “I don’t want to be pregnant while saying my vows to you.”

  “Alexis,” he sighed. “You’re even more beautiful when you are carrying my child. Wrap you up in a wedding gown and I couldn’t think of anything else more perfect.”

  “You’re deliberately word-fucking me. I’m on to you, I know how you operate.”

  He laughed. “It’s what I do.”

  “The reason I want to wait till after we’ve had the baby is because I’d like all our children to witness us pledge forever to one another. I think it would be nice.”

  I could see the cogs of his mind working hard. “Well, when you put it like that. How can I refuse?”

  I smiled. “Simple...you can’t.”

  He growled in loving frustration. “Don’t I know it.”

  ***

  As we stepped into the elevator on our way up to the apartment, I groaned. “Why is it that we’ve just spent many long hours on a plane, sleeping and relaxing, yet I feel completely drained?”

  He pulled me to him, engulfing me in his perfectly comforting arms. “Because we didn’t just sleep and relax...” the elevator doors to the apartment opened and we stepped out, “...and because you are carrying my—”

  “Surprise!”

  Bryce and I looked out into the lounge room where our family and friends were standing with congratulatory signs—Lucy at the forefront of them.

  Bryce still had his hand resting on my lower abdomen when he finished his sentence in a shocked tone. “...baby.”

  My mouth dropped at the sight of all the smiling faces looking at us, those smiles now even wider.

  “You’re pregnant again?” Lucy asked, while looking like she was ready to burst at the seams.

  All I could do was nod.

  “Oh my God! That’s wonderful. Engaged and preggo.” She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around us both, hugging us tightly. “I’m so happy for you both.”

  Mum and Dad were by our side next. “How far along are you?” Mum asked, smiling but wary.

  “I’m not too sure, maybe six weeks. It’s only early days.”

  “Oh, Sweetheart.” She put her hands on either side of my face. “I’m happy for you, for both of you, but I worry that too much is happening too fast. You need to slow down. This past year has been so...so crazy for you. Your emotions have taken a battering.”

  “Mum, it’s okay. We are not getting married straight away. We’ve spoken about it, and we are going to wait until after the baby is born. Believe me, I know how crazy my life has been this past year, and I know now is the time to take a step back and enjoy each day as it comes.”

  She kissed my forehead. “Good girl.” Then she moved onto Bryce, smoothing his hair and giving him a hug.

  Dad stepped aside to let Mum fawn over her future son-in-law.

  “Did he bribe you?” I asked my father, jokingly.

  “Who? Bryce?”

  “Yes, when he asked for your permission to marry me.”

  “Somehow, I don’t think my permission mattered,” Dad replied, honestly.

  I took hold of Dad’s hands. “Maybe not, but it would have meant a lot to him.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

  “I could not say no to a man who clearly loves you more than his next breath. That’s all a father wants for his daughter; someone who would move heaven and earth just to make her happy.”

  “He does make me happy, Dad...” I looked over at Bryce who was now shaking hands with Steve and shaking fingers with Elise. “...very happy.”

  “Move over, Dad. I need to see this ring. It practically blinded me when she walked into the room.” Jen grabbed my hand and lifted it to inspect my engagement ring. “Geezus! It’s—

  “I know. It’s perfect,” I interrupted her while staring longingly at my hand.

  “I was going to say, huge.”

  I giggled. “Yeah, well there’s that, too.”

  “So, you’re having another baby.” She rested her hand on my stomach. “It’s natural to feel a little worried and uncertain, especially after what you suffered.” She grabbed my hand and looked intently into my eyes. “This is a new pregnancy though...and it won’t do you any good to be apprehensive. So think positive thoughts, okay?”

  She pulled me in for a quick hug.

  “Thank you, Jen. You always know what is buried deep down inside of me.”

  “I’m your sister, it’s my job.”

  The rest of our friends eventually made their way to us with well wishes and congratulations.

  “So, Lexi, let’s talk about me being your personal body guard. That rock needs protection,” Tash said with an authoritative tone as she stood by me with an open stance.

  Before I could answer, she protectively put an arm around me while ushering Steph back. “Step away, please,” she said to Steph. She then put her hand to her ear, pretending to talk into an imaginary ear piece. “Yes, the bird is safe, the rock still secure.”

  Bryce laughed, so I glared at him.

  Noticing my reluctance, she persisted. “I can even go all Whitney and Kevin on you,” and taking my hand she started belting out “I will always love you” from the movie The Bodyguard.

  I walked away and shook my head, smiling but not letting her see it.

  Carly and Derek were out on the balcony, and I couldn’t contain my elation at seeing them publicly show their affection for each other. However, I was slightly pissy that she had not yet filled me in on her ‘fiery hole’ status—something telling me it was no longer fiery.

  “Carly,” I addressed her sternly, but hiding my playful undertone.

  She looked at me warily then glanced at Derek then lo
oked back at me. “Alexis?”

  “Carly. Hole status? Affirmative or Negative?”

  She flushed red and squinted at me. “Affirmative,” she said through gritted teeth.

  I raised an eyebrow. “I thought as much.”

  Bryce came up behind me and automatically threaded his hands across my belly.

  Derek put a hand out for Bryce to shake. “Congrats, Mate.”

  Bryce released one hand and shook it. “Thanks.”

  Carly and I were having a silent conversation with our eyes, hers telling me Derek was well endowed. Well...at least I think that is what she is saying. I leaned forward, concentrating on her eyes which were looking at Derek’s package then looking back at me wide open. She repeated that motion a couple of times. I looked around the outdoor area trying to find a size comparison. I spotted a cylinder candle. I flicked my eyes to it asking the question. She screwed up her face and shook her head as if to say no. I bit my lip in frustration.

  Carls then lifted her hands and separated them approximately 7 to 8 inches wide, then quickly clasped them together. I smiled at her and gave her the ‘not bad’ face, then put my hand to my eye in a circular shape, pretending to look into it like a telescope, asking her for an indication of girth. Her hand shot out faster than lightning and she picked up the candle—my mouth dropped. She just grinned.

  “Did you just explain to Alexis how big my cock is?”

  Carly, still grinning at me like a giddy school girl, shot her head up to look at Derek. “Um, no, I was just expressing my appreciation at the fact Bryce and Alexis use candles. Global warming is a serious issue, and cutting down on our greenhouse gas emissions is very important. Every little bit helps, you know,” she blurted out. Oh, high-the-fuck- five for you, Carls. Save of the century.

  “Bullshit, you just sized my cock,” Derek bragged, not believing a word she said. Okay, maybe not.

  I laughed.

  “Na, you’re wrong, Mate. If she had been sizing your cock, she would’ve held up her pinky.”