by M. Stratton
“It feels so good heating up your ass. I want you, Evie.” Anthony tapped her skin again slightly higher, and then, changing sides, increased the sharpness to pleasurable stings between caresses.
“Oh God, fuck me please,” she said, lost in the feeling. It wasn’t the pain she craved, nor was it being held down. It was the fabric of her senses being torn apart and rewoven into desire and the freedom not to have to make a decision of any kind. All her troubles and worries released into Anthony’s care.
Once her ass burned pink, the itchy hotness craved his cool touch to sooth the hurt. Anthony stood up in a fluid motion and laid Evie over the end of the couch. He pulled pillows from the side, their decorativeness having a new use for him.
The sound of belt buckles and shoes being kicked off filled the silence. He palmed her ass, squeezing the sore muscles and grunting when he drove his cock deep. Foreplay became unnecessary with the preparation his stinging palm had delivered earlier. Evie was wet, ready, and nearly pulsing with want for his hard cock to pillage her body.
“Yes, oh!” Evie leaned back into the thrusts as Anthony stabilized his movements by holding the back of her neck, gently squeezing the arch of it with each pound home. Hearing her screams of passion, he quickly fell over the edge as her hot pussy grabbed tight onto his cock. He released quickly and held her down from getting up right away.
“Every time, I swear it feels hotter,” he said, leaning over her damp back and kissing his way to her shoulder.
“So now we’re into spankings huh?” Laughing, Evie stretched out the kinks from having been over the side of the couch and ridden hard.
Anthony’s hand caressed her back, his thumb slipping between her cheeks playfully until she wiggled it away.
“I’d love to try out your little knot, but I have the feeling you might slug me when I least expect it,” he grumbled, his accent thicker, if that were possible.
“Don’t get too comfortable back there.” Evie reached around, cupping his semi-erect member and massaging it to attention again.
“I much prefer looking into those beautiful eyes of yours,” he said, turning and lifting her over the side to sprawl out on the couch.
“Then you better get over here and try this again.” Her finger prompted him to come hither and he joined her, covering her nude body.
“It’s good to be the boss,” he said, a satisfied feeling warming him from within as he pushed between her legs again for another go at baby-making. He’d never disrespect his wife in public by treating her anything less than his cherished equal. However, behind closed doors, he was the master. Except for those occasions she demanded her turn—then he’d be more than happy to let her have her way with him.
Chapter Eight
Kat slipped inside the bedroom, shutting the door behind her, feet shuffling on the floor as she made her way to the bed in the darkness. Jackson lay back, propped up on a nest of pillows, an ice pack covering his knee. Moonlight filtered in through the window, outlining his body in shadow, each dip and curve visible to her eyes. Still thickly muscled after years of honing his athletic body, he continued to make her quiver thinking about the warmth of those muscles under her fingertips and the strength he brought to her when she needed it most.
“I was wondering if you were ever coming to bed, sweetheart.” Jackson patted the spot next to him, turning down the baby monitor.
She rested her knee on the bed as he pulled her up onto the mattress.
“Our son was a little fussy with his nighttime feeding,” she said, looping her long, loose hair behind her ears.
“Was he now?” Jackson asked, letting his hands trace her limbs until he gripped her hips in his hands, squeezing gently.
“I didn’t want to leave him all alone in his crib, fussing until he fell asleep.”
“So you left me all alone in here fussing? I missed you,” he teased, rubbing his leg.
Kat ignored Jackson’s pout, rolling her eyes. Was there a time when her overprotective husband wasn’t missing her? They had the baby monitor in case Troy woke up in the middle of the night. So far he’d blessed them with sleeping through the evening, despite Kat’s worries.
“How’s your knee feeling?” Kat leaned down to check the swelling under the ice pack. It had gone down but it looked painful.
“I think my pride is more or less banged up.”
Kat massaged his leg, her fingers moving higher under his boxer briefs. “That’s what you get for chasing the neighbor’s dog.”
“I can’t believe he stole my sneaker right off the porch. Damn thief,” Jackson grumbled, shifting in the bed.
“I’ll talk to the neighbors.” Kat yawned between words. “See if we can’t get the dog to stay in his own yard and out of ours.”
“Tired?”
“Yeah.”
“Come here then.” Jackson pulled Kat up his chest, avoiding his knee.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You ain’t gonna hurt me, sweetheart.” Jackson sat Kat over his chest, her knees wide and hugging him, her pale skin contrasting with his darker tan. “Every time I open my eyes on another morning, I think about how lucky I am to have you.”
“Jackson.” Kat dismissed his plea, looking away shyly as her hands fidgeted with her hair.
“Don’t you believe me?” he said, reaching out to the nightstand flipping the light on.
“I... Jackson.”
“Come here.” His tone said no arguments and he slid Kat to sit higher on his chest, his hands running up under her silky nightgown.
“Turn the light off,” she said, pushing his hands back down, her shyness now more evident in the warm blush staining her cheeks and neck.
“No. I want to see you.”
“You’ve seen me.”
“In the light I want to see you.” Jackson pushed Kat’s hands back and lifted her nightgown off her head. “No panties, I like.”
She chuckled, pulling the faint smattering of chest hair between them. “Shut up.”
“Oh I plan to, but first I want to taste you.” Jackson slid down the pillows, resting back. Kat’s thighs brushed against the prickles on his cheeks. He rubbed his face against her skin, eliciting a sharp gasp.
“The light, please.”
“Honey, why?” he asked, looking up at the woman he loved more than anything—more than the oxygen he needed to breathe, more than the game he loved to play until he couldn’t any longer.
“My scars.” Her voice was small and trembled. There were times when they bothered her more than others. This was one of those times.
“These?” he asked, tracing the lines of pale, shiny skin that crisscrossed much of her abdomen and body.
“I hate them,” she whimpered when he kissed her thigh gently.
“I love them.”
“What?”
“I love each and every one of them.” His finger traced on the underside of her right breast.
“How can you love something so ugly?”
“I love them because they remind me how amazing you are for surviving. How amazing your body is to knit and heal back together so that I could have another morning, another night, another full day to raise our son together.”
“J-Jack—”
“Shhh, let me finish.” He kissed her other thigh, rubbing deep against her skin and breathing her in. “These scars tell me a story about how hard you fought in your darkest hour and how hard you’ll fight for us together. That’s why I love you.” He traced the longest and most jagged of the bunch with his free hand. “I love every part of you.”
He kissed closer to her core, licking a scar that ran up the inside of her thigh. “I love you here.”
He kissed and licked, tracing a new spot. “I’ll love you there.”
Another scar received the same attention. “I will love you everywhere, Kat.”
His mouth closed over her pearl, sucking and licking, while his hands roamed freely over her body.
“I love
you too, Jackson.” Her hips arched and he held her down against his chest, his tongue pressed deep between her folds, entering her in shallow thrusts. Her orgasm was a quiet moan, her juices tart on his lips.
“I think we can do better than that, Kat.”
Kat was dazed, coming down from the high he’d brought her to. Biting her lip, she said, “What?”
“I want to hear you scream.”
“The baby…”
“Is sleeping,” he assured her, pulling Kat down, his boxer shorts going with the motion as he sat her over the thick rod of his cock, rubbing her honey over the shaft.
“Feels so good.” Her hands rested on his chest as he lined up with her opening, pressing inside with a slow, constant thrust and seating himself entirely.
Jackson rolled his hips, pressing upward and holding Kat down to ride the wave. Her hands moved to his shoulders, nails digging deep into his muscles and making half-moon impressions. Her breaths became pants and pleas for Jackson to finish.
“Now, now, now,” she chanted as her hips rolled with each time Jackson’s cock plunged deep inside of her.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he chanted, thrusting harder each time he said the words and meeting her in a symphony of slapping flesh. Kat remained out of breath until the second orgasm claimed her hard and fast. Jackson pumped, jetting inside her, their bodies mixing as one.
Collapsing on his chest, her fingers traced a heart over his. She was content and sated. Silence greeted them from the other bedroom, letting them know their son was still asleep in his room.
Chapter Nine
“It’s okay; we’re at thirty-six weeks. Just relax,” Noah said.
Panting from the couch, Lexi glared at him as she clutched the armrest. “I know how many weeks we are at.” Thunder boomed around them, shaking their house. “What I don’t like is the fact there is one of the worst storms of the season going on right now, and we have to get to the hospital.” Her voice went up in volume with each word.
“We can do this. We’ve done it before. We have two other children. Maybe I should call an ambulance.”
“You think?” Lexi glared at him.
Flashing a smile at her, he gave her a thumbs up, and dialed 9-1-1 and gave the operator the information. “What do you mean there are no ambulances available?” He paused. “Okay, well then I’m going to drive her to the hospital. This baby must be delivered in the hospital. We’re only fifteen minutes away.” Another pause. “Oh, thank you, that’s good to know. I won’t take that way. Thank you for your help.” He ended the call and smiled at her again.
“What?”
“There’s an accident, a bad one, on our route to the hospital. Right now they have all available ambulances in our area at the scene. I’m going to drive you, and take a different route.”
Sighing, Lexi closed her eyes. “Figures.”
“Let me put everything in the car; then I’ll come back for you.”
Alone Lexi watched the lightning flash across the sky and tried not to panic. Their son was coming. Now. They weren’t in the hospital, and there were so many things that could go wrong. Even in the hospital, things didn’t always go as planned. Her breathing became rapid. The baby could die. She could die. They both could die. Tears rolled down her cheeks. What would happen then? How would Noah go on? What about her girls?
“Stop,” Noah said as he raced across the room and kneeled in front of her, grabbing her hands. “Look at me. Breathe. You trust me, right?”
She hiccupped and nodded.
“I’m going to get you safely to the hospital. Then you’re going to have our son, and everything is going to be okay. I need to you to try and calm down—this isn’t good for you or Roman.”
Lexi burst out in tears. “Really? We’re going to name him Roman?”
Noah smiled. “That’s the one you wanted, right?”
“Yes, yes it is.” She pulled him close to her and wrapped her arms tightly around him. “Thank you.”
“Now, let’s get moving.”
Helping her up, he carefully led her down the stairs, pausing halfway so she could sit while a sharp contraction tightened her belly.
“We’re going to have to hurry,” she said. “They’re about six minutes apart.”
“We’re good, we’ve got time.”
Letting out a deep breath, Lexi focused on enjoying the contraction coming to an end. “I don’t want to find out exactly how much we really have. Let’s move.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
*****
As quickly as possible, Noah settled Lexi in the backseat of the car. Getting behind the wheel, he prayed they’d be able to get there in time. Driving as fast as the storm would allow, he gripped the steering wheel so tightly he thought his skin was going to split.
At the first stoplight, he grabbed his phone and opened the app that would give him the fastest route to the hospital based on the current conditions. As of that point, it was going to take them twenty minutes to get there—three, maybe four contractions, assuming they didn’t get any closer together. Should arrive in plenty of time before their son came into the world. As hard as he tried to convince himself, part of him was apprehensive he’d have to deliver their child on the side of the road.
Nervously, Noah started to sing, and had to stop to clear his throat before he could continue, hoping it would calm the three of them down. Lightning flashed across the sky and lit up the inside of the car. Looking out the windshield, it was hard to see more than a few feet in front of the car. They were approaching the worst of the storm.
A small whimper came from the backseat and Noah wanted to be able to comfort her. “Another one?” he asked.
“Yes,” she panted.
“Okay, okay, we’ve got this. Remember your breathing exercises.” He tried to pant with her.
“Noah,” Lexi said. “Stop—you’re going to pass out.”
“I'm all right.” He panted through his teeth. “Just… fine…”
“You can stop. The contraction is over.”
“Boy, that one seemed quick.” Noah wasn’t going to admit it, but he was getting light-headed and was thankful it was so short. “We’re getting closer to the hospital; we got this.”
“Yeah,” she said. “We do.”
Noah continued to sing as even as he could see the bright lights of the hospital. He pulled up to the emergency door and screeched to a stop. Running around the car, he frantically waved, hoping someone inside would notice them and come to help. Opening the back door, he reached in and helped her out. As she stood up, a cry of pain escaped her lips and she bent over while Noah tried to support her. Orderlies burst through the door and had a wheelchair ready for her.
Noah couldn’t take the screams of pain that came from his wife. It was so different from her first two delivers. For the first time since the tumor had been found, he felt the fear that something was going to go tragically wrong. He barked out information to the people that raced down the hall with them, not sure if any of it was what they wanted, but that was what they were getting.
“Hello, Lexi and Noah,” Dr. Halston said. “Looks like we’re going to have a baby really soon. Dr. Ellison Halston is already getting everything set up in the OR and Dr. Patrick is on her way and should walk through that door any second now to handle the delivery. After the baby is born, we’ll make sure the tumor is removed and keep you updated.” He patted her on the shoulder. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
Lexi clutched his hand, and with her voice thick with emotion, she pulled him down close to her. “Please make sure my baby is fine.”
“I’m going to do everything I can. You just worry about yourself and your recovery—I’ll take care of everything else.”
“Thank you,” Lexi sighed.
Noah walked Dr. Halston to the door, and when they were out of Lexi’s earshot he paused. “I’m sure you hear this all the time. My wife and my children mean everything to me and
I can’t see my life without them.”
“I understand, Mr. Matthews, and I will do everything I can to make sure that everything goes according to plan.”
“Thanks.”
Noah knew Lexi was curious as he walked back across the room to her, pulling one of the rolling chairs next to her bed and holding her hand. “We’re going to be parents, again, very soon.” He played with a lock of her hair. “Very quickly, my love.”
“What did you say to him?”
Noah smiled. “What do you think I said?”
“Probably thanking him for taking care of our son and asking him to do his best.”
“Exactly what I told him. You just breathe, and soon enough, we’ll see our son.”
The door burst open, and the Dr. Patrick came in. “Anyone ready to have a baby?”
Chapter Ten
Evie paced back and forth in the small waiting room, her displeasure showing with every step she took.
“You might as well sit down,” Jackson said. “Walking around like you're doing isn’t going to help.”
Glaring at her brother, she growled at him. “Shut up. You handle stress your way; I’ll do it mine.”
“You need to seriously relax.” Jackson absently patted his son’s back, who was sleeping on his chest. “See how parenthood has mellowed me?”
Evie’s lip curled back at him, and she wanted to do some serious harm to him but caught sight of her husband smirking from the other couch and threw up her hands in frustration. “I don’t know how you do it.” She pointed to her brother and Anthony. Each had a child sprawled out asleep on them. Stephanie loved her Uncle Anthony, and at four years old thought he was a prince to her princess. As worried as Evie was about Lexi, seeing Anthony with the children always melted her heart. She couldn’t wait to see him with a child of his own.
Kat walked into the room with a tray of drinks for everyone. “I have coffee, water, sodas, and juice. You guys pick what you want.” Walking around the room, she made sure everyone was served.
“Hey, wasn’t the Trio supposed to be helping you?” Jackson asked.