‘Shit Mia,’ he growled and grabbed my backside and yanked my stomach to his mouth, running his tongue up my skin as he pulled me down onto his lap and when he reached the strip of gold material straining to contain my breasts, he tugged at it with his teeth until my nipples sprung free and his lips were straight on one, sucking it to a sharp point.
‘Gabe,’ I cried. I couldn’t even be bothered to tell him off for ruining my routine, I’d wanted him since he stepped out of that shower earlier. I shoved my fingers into his hair and kneaded his scalp as he slid a hand down my shorts to dig his fingers into my backside, as the other hand worked its way up my back. I squealed as he bit and suckled and flicked with his tongue, my nipples were already swollen, my breasts heavy and tender with being due on, so his attentions felt all the more sensitive. ‘O God, stop, you’ll make me come,’ I groaned. He chuckled against my flesh and switched to the other nipple as I squirmed on his lap, gyrating on his solid erection and heard him groan as I flexed against him. My breathing was coming too fast, I felt giddy and my head dropped back as my insides started to tighten.
‘Come for me baby,’ he whispered before biting and sucking even harder.
‘Too … soon,’ I moaned.
‘Give it to me,’ he ordered and clamped down again and my toes curled in my Choo’s.
‘Ahhhh, ahhhh, Gabe,’ I squealed and shattered on him. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath, but gripped my neck and angled my face to him and started kissing me frantically. I recovered quickly and held his head tightly as our tongues thrashed against each other’s.
‘Shit, I need you, now,’ he groaned and grabbed my backside as he stood and staggered over to the window as we continued to kiss, my lips felt bruised at the intensity of it. He rammed me back against the toughened glass window and I reached down and tugged at his zip and hauled him out of his boxers, my thumb skimming over the top of his damp, sticky head. I swirled a few times until he bit my lip aggressively and I jerked my head back and shoved my wet thumb in his mouth.
‘Suck, hard,’ I ordered as I my chest heaved and panted as I saw his eyes expand as his tongue rolled around my thumb. ‘You’re so dirty.’
‘Says Candy the Stripper,’ he chuckled as he released it. ‘Move your shorts to the side, now.’ I gulped and did as I was told and guided him into position. I didn’t even have a chance to tell him that I was ready for him, he let out a Wimbledon style grunt as he forced his way straight into me. I’d read somewhere that the vagina could expand to accommodate a penis, but nearly sixteen months on with Gabe and mine wasn’t getting the message. Neither did I want it to, I loved the feeling of him filling me so completely, stretching me to capacity, rubbing against every nerve ending as he thrust wildly, the slight curve of his dick forcibly rubbing against my G-spot with alarming accuracy.
‘Gabe Austin,’ I sighed. ‘You were built to fuck.’
‘Kiss me,’ he ordered as he swivelled his hips and I tightened my legs around his waist.
‘Hmmm,’ I sighed as our tongues and hips merged. I was grateful for the cold glass on my back as I felt incredibly hot and lightheaded. He literally took my breath away. I tensed up as I felt myself preparing to climax again and clenched around him tightly as I started to tremor.
‘Shit,’ he mumbled in my mouth and pulled his head back as I felt him flex inside me the deliciousness of his heat spreading inside me. ‘Baby, you. Blow. My. Mind,’ he groaned.
‘As well as your load,’ I giggled as I caught my breath. ‘Wow.’
‘Hmmm. I need to taste you. I was promised sweet Candy and I’ve not tried her yet.’
‘Give me a minute,’ I sighed as I looked at him, my lower jaw still slack.
‘No deal, orgasms relax you, multiple orgasms really relax you.’
‘Do I not feel relaxed?’ I asked as he cradled me against him and walked over to the sofa and carefully lifted me off him.
‘Not as relaxed as you will be in another few minutes,’ he smiled and clasped my face in his hands and kissed me gently. ‘I love you, baby, so much.’
‘I know,’ I smiled and teetered on my heels again. He frowned and quickly lowered me down.
‘You ok?’
‘Orgasm high,’ I sighed as I looked up at him, still in his shirt, waistcoat and trousers.
‘Well, I hear every junkie is always craving the next fix so let’s see what we can do about that,’ he winked and dropped to his knees and pulled my legs apart. He palmed my thigh and used his thumb to anchor the thin strip of soaked gold material away from my wet swollen lips and thrust his other fingers up inside me, stirring them as I groaned. I heard him let out a guttural groan himself as he coated his fingers and sucked one as his eyes narrowed while I watched him.
‘Greedy boy,’ I smiled.
‘There’s plenty for you,’ he advised and offered me another sticky finger. I sucked wondering if that was the most calories I’d eaten in the last sixteen odd hours and giggled to myself.
‘What’s so funny?’ he smiled.
‘Nothing. Were you always this kinky with your other conquests?’
‘Kinky? I’m not sure this classes as kink, but no, I told you it was sex Karate Kid Mr. Miyagi style.’
‘Wax on, wax off?! Approximate with your smooth balls.’
‘Well yeah, but I meant roll on, roll off,’ he grinned. ‘Stop trying to distract me, I promised you another orgasm and I’m about to suck you dry before I fill you all over again.’
‘O shit,’ I groaned as he lowered his face and dipped his tongue inside me.
Gabe had reclined his car seat for me, trying to make me as comfortable as possible after my procedure. It was hard to believe that I could soon be pregnant. I’d been taking the fertility drugs since my period started early January and had returned for frequent tests to check how my follicles and uterus were developing and for the final stimulate drug. On extraction, Dr. Walker had been really pleased that she’d managed to secure ten eggs, eight of which fertilised. She’d suggested that instead of implanting one embryo, which was the norm for someone my age, she implant two given my internal scarring. Gabe and I had agreed to have the remaining six frozen, just in case we weren’t so successful with future harvesting.
Gabe had gone into super protective mode already, which was adorable, but I worried that he was getting too excited too soon. The day I’d had the eggs extracted he wouldn’t even let me walk, insisting on carrying me to the car, from the car and all the way up to bed and I’d not been allowed out of it for twenty-four hours. He’d even carried me to the toilet. Having them removed hadn’t been the most pleasant of experiences, but given the pain I’d had with my ruptured cysts, it was bearable. Having the eggs implanted was far more comfortable. What didn’t go well was Gabe being told by Dr. Walker that she’d prefer us not to have sex for at least two weeks. He’d been mortified and I’d just given him an apologetic smile and a shrug.
‘Gabe,’ I sighed as he insisted on getting me straight into bed again when we got home.
‘Don’t argue with me. Dr. Walker said you needed to take it easy for a couple of weeks and that’s what you’re going to do. No lifting, carrying, dancing, caffeine or alcohol and healthy foods only.’
‘Sounds like no fun too,’ I sighed as he propped me up on some pillows and tucked the duvet tightly around me.
‘It’ll be worth it, Mia,’ he smiled as he ran a protective hand over the duvet, where my stomach was.
‘I hope so,’ I whispered and my eyes filled up.
‘Hey, what’s wrong?’
‘I just feel a bit emotional, you know? I’ve been pumped full of hormones, and it feels like a load of pressure on me. What if it doesn’t work?’
‘Then we try again. Mia please don’t stress over this, other than taking care of yourself there’s nothing more you can you. You just have to let nature take its course, ok?’ He leaned in and planted a kiss on my forehead. ‘Ok, I have some raspberry tea, do you want some?’
‘No,’ he said firmly as he squeezed my hand.
‘Hot chocolate with some sugar?’
‘No,’ he shook his head. ‘Caffeine in chocolate as well, so that means no solid chocolate either.’ I went to open my mouth to object and he cut me off. ‘Normal tea is out of the question too. I have to give up sex for two weeks, you’ll have to give up all the food and drink on the checklist.’
‘There’s a checklist?’
‘I did a spreadsheet while you were having your treatment.’
‘Gabe,’ I laughed and he smiled.
‘Sorry, but this is how I’m going to be so get used to it. This is so important to me, you’re so important to me.’
‘You’re going to be an amazing Dad, one day.’
‘Fingers crossed sooner than later.’ He kissed me, then cursed as he heard Lexi calling.
‘No one answered the door when I knocked, is it safe to come in?’
‘I’ll go make your tea so you can fill her in,’ he sighed.
‘Thank you.’ I smiled as I watched him head out to talk to her and took a deep breath and looked down at my stomach as I placed my hand on top of it. ‘You’d better work,’ I whispered. ‘Because he’s really desperate to meet you, so am I.’
‘How did it go?’ asked Lexi as she bounded into the bedroom.
‘Good I guess,’ I smiled. ‘They implanted two and the rest were frozen. We’ll know more in two weeks when they run some blood tests.’
‘Can I come and sit with you?’
‘Of course you can, there’s loads of room.’
‘I meant with Hitler Austin on watch,’ she whispered as she flicked her head toward the kitchen and I giggled. ‘Won’t the dipping of the mattress cause an internal tidal wave and dislodge the new arrivals?’
‘Don’t be mean, he’s being so sweet. He’s just in alpha male protective mode. Come on, get on the bed with me.’
‘Shouldn’t you be sat with your arse on a pillow and legs in the air?’ she asked as she climbed up next to me.
‘No,’ I laughed. ‘That’s for when you need to help the sperm find their way to your egg. Ours have already met, they’ve done speed dating, hooked up and got it on already.’
‘Christ, just like their mother and father, fucking on the first date,’ she chuckled.
‘Don’t mention fucking. We’re on a sex ban until we find out if I’m pregnant.’
‘Seriously?’
‘Yeah,’ I sighed.
‘Lock jaw for you then. You’re going to need Botox for those cock lines you’ll get around your mouth.’
‘Or band aids for the split lips,’ I winked.
‘What’s wrong with your lips?’ frowned Gabe as he walked in with a tray.
‘Absolutely nothing at all, baby,’ I smiled.
‘Good. Right Lex, here’s your coffee and some chocolate as requested.’
‘Cheers Gabe, when’s breakfast going to be ready?’
‘Give me a bloody minute, I only just walked through the door. You spend that much time in here I’m going to start charging you dinner bed and breakfast rates.’
‘Lexi,’ I sighed. ‘Have you still not cooked in your place?’
‘No, and don’t start on me. Either of you,’ she warned with a pointed finger.
‘Well, Mia’s going to be healthy eating from now on, so no sneaky pizza’s or ice cream,’ warned Gabe as he set my mug on the bedside table then handed me a banana.
‘O come on,’ I groaned. ‘Seriously?’
‘Seriously, eat it.’
‘Gabe,’ I whined like a pouty child. ‘Lexi gets chocolate and your own wife, the woman who gives you sex and may be carrying your evil spawn, spawn of Austin, only gets a crummy banana?’
‘She’s got a point,’ nodded Lexi as she shoved a chunk in her mouth. ‘I mean, giving head and performing other sexual functions has to have some perks over just being a friend.’
‘Ermmm, I think the orgasms I give her are perk enough, thanks Lex.’
‘He does give good orgasms,’ I nodded. ‘He’s like Mr. Kipling. Exceedingly good orgasms.’ Gabe smiled and winked at me.
‘Eat the banana, Mia,’ he warned as he headed back to the door. ‘It will tide you over while I cook.’
‘Sausage, bacon and egg sandwiches on white bread with butter?’ I asked looking at him hopefully.
‘For Lexi yes, for you, no. You’re having wholegrain toast with poached eggs, no butter.’
‘Ha ha,’ laughed Lexi and waved the remains of her chocolate bar in my face.
‘You’re both evil,’ I sighed as I grabbed my mug of tea and took a sip and grimaced. ‘Seriously? No sugar either?’ I exclaimed. Gabe just grinned and disappeared.
‘You’re going to know suffering like you’ve never known it before,’ nodded Lexi as I gave her a help me look.
‘Come on, just a bit of chocolate,’ I begged as I gave her my best pleading face.
‘The force may be strong with you, but Gabe’s cash is even stronger.’
‘His what?’ I uttered.
‘He’s paying me to keep an eye on you and for not succumbing to your heartfelt pleas for anything not listed on his spreadsheet.’
‘You are joking, right?’
‘No, it’s right here in my back pocket. I’m surprised he’s not laminated it. I get a daily rate for keeping you on the straight and narrow when he’s not with you, then a bonus if you get pregnant.’
‘A bloody pregnancy bonus? I’m not some bloody mare that’s been put out to stud,’ I uttered indignantly. ‘Whatever, well you can’t both keep your eyes on me twenty-four-seven, especially not at work,’ I smirked. I had a snack drawer in my office full of sweet treats, including a very large jar of Juicy Pear Jelly Belly’s on my desk.
‘O please, how long have you known Gabe? He’s told the staff that you’re on annual leave for a minimum of two weeks so we can keep taking turns keeping an eye on you here. Doug’s on the same package as me so he can cover when I’m on shift and Gabe’s unavailable. And don’t bother cosying up to the cleaner because she’s on the paid Mia protection squad too.’
‘Gabriel Austin, if you don’t want a divorce you’ll get your arse in here right this minute,’ I yelled.
I woke up with Gabe’s arms tightly around me, his leg hooked over mine, his face nuzzled into my neck and his hand gently holding my stomach. Ordinarily I’d have smiled and felt myself warm at our closeness, but this morning I didn’t. I extracted myself from his clutches and crept to the bathroom and sat on the toilet dreading wiping myself. I already knew what I was going to see, the drag in my lower stomach, the sharp pain in my back told me everything that I needed to know. I was due to have my pregnancy test in two days’ time, but before I even reached down to wipe myself I knew that it wouldn’t be needed. As I looked at the blood on the toilet paper and my worst fears came to life, my heart sank and my eyes filled up with tears. I had my period. It hadn’t worked.
‘Mia?’ called Gabe from the bedroom.
‘Bathroom,’ I called back, trying to keep my voice calm. How was I going to tell him? I’d warned him not to get excited on the first attempt, but he’d not listened. He’d nurtured me and pampered me for the last two weeks. He was already looking on the internet for all the best furniture and baby items, talking about looking for a house to move to as our one bed apartment wasn’t practical, nor were all the stairs if I had a buggy to try and contend with. We’d done everything by the book. He didn’t have to pay Lexi and Doug to keep an eye on me because I wanted this pregnancy just as much as he did. I put my hand on my stomach and sniffed as I tried to work out how to break it to him.
‘No,’ came his sad voice. I looked up and saw him standing in the doorway watching me. I bit my lip and nodded as tears started to stream down my face. ‘O God, Mia.’ He strode over and pulled me up into his arms and clutched me to him as I willed myself not to lose total control, I didn’t w
ant him worrying about me any more than he already was.
‘I’m so sorry,’ I whispered as I clung to him.
‘No! It’s not your fault, don’t blame yourself. We were just unlucky this time.’
‘I just wanted it to happen first time, so badly.’
‘I know, me too. We’ll wait a while and try again, ok?’
‘Ok,’ I whispered as I wiped my eyes. He tugged my hair tilted my face up to his and I saw some tears clinging to his lashes. ‘You look so sad.’
‘I am, I really wanted this and I hate seeing you so upset too. What can I do to make it better?’
‘Coffee and chocolate.’
‘Go back to bed, I’ll bring you a hot water bottle and some painkillers and go and get us a Starbucks and something ridiculously sugary to eat, ok?’
‘Ok,’ I smiled.
‘I love you, Mrs. Austin,’ he whispered as he kissed me delicately.
‘I know, and I love you back the same.’
Valentine’s Night
I ran through the checklist with the male bar staff and did a final walk around of the club making sure everything was in place for this evening. I’d convinced Gabe that as Valentine’s night was on a Sunday, when we’d normally be closed, I wanted to organise a ladies night, charging a set entrance fee to include a half a bottle of champagne per head with nibbles from 26 and small heart shaped truffles. I’d sourced some classy male dancers, none of your whipped cream or banana’s down thongs type, more your high class gigolo’s with communication skills as well as the moves. I wanted them to circulate and chat up the ladies between dances.
Gabe hadn’t been overly impressed when I’d suggested my idea back in December. Particularly being on Valentine’s night as he’d wanted to plan something special for us, but I told him as business owners’ money making opportunities came first and we could go out the night before for a meal. Jess was coming up with a load of her single girlfriends and I’d taken out an advertisement for limited places, at a high enough price to cover costs and make a profit, while keeping the less classy clientele out of the running. Most of our dancers were coming too, wanting to enjoy a night off and see how the guys stacked up in comparison. I’d enjoyed rubbing Gabe’s face in it when we were oversubscribed within a week of advertising the event. I’d left him at home with Doug, they were settling in for an Xbox marathon and I was given warnings to keep my hands to myself and that he had “spies” keeping an eye on me.
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