Attainment (The Temptation Series)

by K. M. Golland

  I have no doubt that last night’s antics together with Alexis having gone back to numerous piss-stops throughout the night, is a result of her now overt tiredness. Obviously, this is bad for her, but not so much for me. I can’t help find her frequent midnight toilet runs entertaining. I know that’s sounds horrible, but I can’t. The grumble of annoyance she makes as she awkwardly rolls and shuffles herself in the bed is fucking adorable. Not to mention her not so hushed cursing of her ‘pathetic, weak, and sad excuse for a bladder’—it gets me every time. She’s just so funny...and beautiful...and adorable...and fuck...I’m one lucky son of a bitch!

  Whenever I feel the bed shift during the night, I pry an eye open with a smirk and wait for the sound of her mumblings before jumping up to help her. I genuinely love helping her, whether it’s during the day, evening, or in the middle of the night. Of course she tells me not to and says she can manage on her own, and sometimes she even tries to get out of bed very slowly in order not to wake me. The thing is, it’s pretty fucking impossible for her to move without the entire bed moving along with her.

  These past few weeks she’s repeatedly told me that ‘she’s over it’ and ‘thank fuck she’s not an elephant’, because apparently elephants are pregnant—on average—for nearly two years. Don’t get me wrong, I do sympathise with her lack of comfort and sleep, I just can’t help but find her frustration over some parts of her pregnancy somewhat comical. I mean really, how bad can it be?

  I’m glad I just said that in my head. I’m also glad she is still asleep. Shit! Could you imagine the death stare she would graciously give me if that had, in fact, dribbled out of my mouth?

  Obviously, I have no idea what it’s like to carry a baby, and I never will—cheers to owning a dick. And while our metaphorical glasses are still raised in a toast to my gender, I think a ‘cheers’ to my abilities in evading the evil curse known as Couvade Syndrome is also warranted. Clink!

  Now, seeing that I am the proud owner of a dick, this leaves me no choice but to accept that my role during the whole baby-baking process is to just accept that everything Alexis complains about is justified: the sore back, the swollen feet, the aching tits, and our little precious one practising his soccer skills by bending it like Beckham with Alexis’ rib cage. I know when he does this because Alexis screws up her nose and rubs her abdomen in an annoyed yet nurturing way. It’s fucking adorable, and it makes me smile...which makes her mad...really mad. At the same time though, I do give her my sympathy and jump to her aid, because let’s face it, at the end of the day it’s the least I can do.

  Alexis takes in a sharp breath and her chest rises, pushing out her full luscious tits, taunting me. I’m desperate to press my lips to them, take her soft perked nipples into my mouth and lavish them with my tongue. Fuck! I have a hard-on right now just contemplating it, wondering that if I try would she wake. Should I? Of course I should. Then again, her threats of late are becoming quite believable, so a rethink of that course of action is probably wise.

  Last week, Alexis made it very clear that her nipples were no longer allowed to find their way into my mouth. She told me they were now ‘off limits’ because colostrum had appeared. I was no longer allowed to lavish them with my tongue...well, at least until our son was drinking from a bottle.

  Much to my disappointment, I had to admit this news did seem fair to me...until she told me that he would more than likely start to drink from a bottle when he reaches the age of one. One...really? Fucking bullshit age one, there’s no way in hell I’m waiting that long to suck her nipples. He can drink from a bottle long before his first birthday.

  I shake my head at the absurd thought and lean in closer to Alexis’ tummy to have a one-on-one discussion with my boy. I do this often, especially when his mother is asleep—secret daddy’s business.

  “I know you are awake in there,” I whisper. “I can see you moving around. Listen, you know I love you and will do absolutely anything for you, give you anything you need, right?” I wait for him to acknowledge with further movement.

  He does.

  “Good, because I need you to understand that your lease over the use of your mother’s nipples is for a term of six months and no longer,” I inform him.

  Glancing up at Alexis, I confirm that her eyes are still closed then return my attention back to her stomach. “You might think the duration of your lease is unfair, but I can tell you I am being very reasonable. So, that being said, do we have a deal, baby boy?” I lightly fist bump Alexis’ tummy. “Good boy,” I whisper with a satisfied smile on my face and gently nuzzle her skin with my nose. God, she smells good.

  “I can’t believe you just waged a deal with our son over his use of my breasts,” Alexis says quite casually without opening her eyes. Shit! I could’ve sworn she was still asleep.

  “He needs to know who’s boss,” I defensively answer while shuffling closer to her face.

  She opens her gorgeous eyes and rolls onto her side, facing me. “I think you are the one that needs to know who’s boss, and I can confirm, Mr. Clark, that it is not you,” she says with a content, cocky smirk on her face.

  “Hunny, you know that is not true. Technically, I am still your boss,” I imply, as I caress her tummy.

  She growls, filling me with a devious happiness.

  “I need to get up and have a shower,” she adds, now snotty at my correctness.

  I raise my eyebrow at her then get up on my knees, resting back on my heels and giving her full sight of my morning glory. “A shower...now? Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” she says with a faux yawn while trying to keep her obvious want for me at bay as she begins her practised shuffling to the edge of the bed.

  Smiling to myself, I take a hold of my cock and slowly drag my clenched hand along its length, prompting her to swallow heavily.

  She stares at me and licks her lips.

  I’ve come to realise over the past year that this action of hers is involuntary. I love it, it reveals her uncontrollable surrender.

  “Alexis,” I say, in a low predatory tone as I crawl over her body, stopping her from getting away and placing myself in a spoon position behind her back. “Are you saying you don’t want this?” I ask, continuing to tease her while pressing my cock onto the soft apex of her arse.

  Instinctively, she pushes into me but refuses to look over her shoulder in my direction.

  “Uh huh,” she moans, giving me a lazy rub with the rotation of her hips.

  I lean forward and lick the skin just below her ear. “You’re lying.”

  “I am,” she giggles, then tilts her head back and welcomes my mouth to hers, my tongue to caress her own. My God, she tastes wonderful. I could fucking kiss this woman till I run out of breath, and I’m positive there have been moments when I nearly have.

  Slowly, I trail my hand down her front and slide two fingers inside her amazing pussy, enjoying the warm wet softness as I penetrate.

  “Fuck, Bryce,” she moans, as I swirl them around inside her.

  My cock twitches, indicating he too wants a piece of her inner sanctum, so I pull my fingers out and take hold of her thigh, opening her wide and placing her foot on the bed behind my legs. I position the head of my dick at her entrance and slowly push into her. Jesus, she feels good. How is it that she always feels this fucking good?

  Alexis reaches behind us and grips the back of my head, making me groan and flex my fingers into her hip. Bloody Hell! I know she likes it controlled and torturous in the beginning, so I rock my pelvis deeper and harder but keep my rhythm slow before building my pace.

  “Oh, God,” she moans, reassuring me of my thoughts.

  Her hand moves away from my head and is transferred to my arse, her nails digging into my now tense cheek—a clear indication of her climbing orgasm.

  “I love you so fucking much,” I growl out loud, my momentum picking up with a passionate vigour.

  “I love you, too,” she replies breathlessly.

  I can neve
r get enough of hearing her say that to me, those three words making me the happiest man alive and surging me with adrenalin every time.

  Moving my cock in and out of her quickly and relentlessly, I feel the pressure start to build in my shaft. She pants heavier now, and her inner muscles clench around me, assisting my release and tipping me over the edge.

  “Fuck,” I growl into the crook of her neck, drowning out her cries of gratification.

  I trail kisses along the tops of her shoulders and down her arm as I rub out the end of our climax, taking my time and enjoying her body. When both our breathing returns to a normal level, I straddle her lower thighs and hover over her.

  “Do you still want your shower?” I say seductively, arrogance in my tone.

  “Yes,” she counteracts. “As a matter of fact I do.”

  I chuckle, shake my head, and launch myself off the end of the bed, now primed for the rest of my day. Sex with Lex in the mornin’ always has that effect on me.

  “Here,” I reach out my hands as I stand in front of her, offering to pull her up. She accepts and slowly rises to her feet while letting out an uncomfortable grumble. I’m about to mock her cuteness when suddenly, I feel a warm, wet, sensation on the tops my feet. “What the fuc—”

  “Oh, God,” Alexis gasps, letting go of both my hands and clutching her stomach. “My waters just broke.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  I’m not sure how long I stood statued to that very spot, staring at my wet feet. I’d like to think it was only a split second, but to me it felt like an eternity. Eventually, realisation of what was occurring right before my eyes, smacked me across the face.

  “Shit! Shit! Come on,” I go to grab her arm and gently drag her out of the room.

  “Bryce, where are you going?” she asks while pulling against the direction I wish to go.

  “To the bloody hospital, where else?”

  “I’m naked and so are you.”

  I look at her superb, mouth-watering body that has transformed into a sexy as hell protective house for our son, then, I look at my own bare form. “Fuck! We need clothes.”

  “No shit, Sherlock,” she mocks. “But I’m having a shower first.”

  Alexis casually shrugs out of my grip.

  “No. What do you mean? We don’t have time.”

  She turns and makes her way to the bathroom. “Yes, we do. It’s fine. Anyway, you may want to wash your feet.” How can she be so bloody calm? Our son is on his way.

  “What?” I say, astounded.

  She stops and braces herself against the doorway then turns back to me and smiles the most hypnotic expression I’ve ever seen. “Come on, Daddy. Help me wash, our baby boy is on his way.”

  ***

  After showering at the speed of light and collecting Alexis’s hospital bag, I finally manage to get her into the Crow and on our way to the Royal Women’s Hospital.

  “Are you okay, Hunny?”

  “Yep, couldn’t be better,” she answers sarcastically with a forced smile on her face.

  I hold back my pending laugh.

  “Argh! Jesus! Who invented labour pain? Who invented labour full stop?” she whines and pants.

  “Are you okay?” I ask again, now concerned at the sudden escalation of her pain.

  “Stop asking me that. You’ll know if I’m not okay,” she spits through gritted teeth.

  Right, mental note: don’t ask if she’s okay again.

  “We are nearly there. Hang on,” I advise tediously, glancing at her from the corner of my eye.

  “Hang on? You try hanging on to a baby that wants nothing more than to climb out of your vagina,” she grumbles.

  This time I can’t help but laugh.

  Thankfully, Alexis’ phone rings at that same moment, distracting her from the abuse she is about to hurl my way. I’m more than glad to escape her pending vocal bullet, and prepare to land the chopper on the helipad as she reaches into her handbag to pull out her phone.

  She squints at the screen and blows out long breaths. “Carls, what’s happening?” she answers flippantly through puffs of air.

  I smile and shake my head while setting the chopper down and shutting off the engine.

  “No, I’m not fucking Bryce,” she explains while pausing for a minute and dropping her head back in amused exasperation. “I’m not lying,” she pants. “I’m breathing heavily because I’m in labour, you silly cow. Argh, God! They are getting stronger,” she groans, and for the first time shoots me a nervous look.

  “Hang up,” I say calmly.

  Alexis nods in agreement. “Carls, gotta go. I’ll talk to you later,” she says breathlessly, as she disconnects the call.

  I exit the cockpit, and on my way round to help her out of the chopper, I quickly type Lucy a text:

  Baby on the way. At hospital - Bryce

  A reply comes through as a nurse pushes a wheelchair in our direction:

  OMG! I will be there as soon as I can - Lucy

  Sliding one arm behind Alexis’ back and the other under her knees, I lift her into my arms and gently place her into the waiting wheelchair. “Oh, for the love of fffrying pans,” she groans.

  “That’s a new one,” the nurse smiles, before introducing herself. “We get fire trucks a lot.” I’m surprised Alexis just doesn’t swear. It’s never stopped her before.

  “I don’t want the f-bomb to be the first word my baby hears coming out of mouth,” Alexis hisses, breathing out through her teeth as her contraction eases.

  The nurse nods. “That’s fair enough, Dear,” she says then proceeds to push Alexis toward the birthing suite.

  Not even minutes later, Alexis starts cursing again. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” she groans with puffed cheeks. “Why? Why am I doing this again? And how did I forget how bloody painful this is?” she glares at me.

  Not really knowing how to answer that question—and against my better judgement—I attempt it anyway, “Because it’s worth it, Hunny,” I say softly, trying to reassure her while patting her hair away from her face.

  “Don’t pat me like a dog,” she snarls as she swipes my hand away.

  Another note to self: don’t pat her.

  I go to put my hand back in my pocket when she grabs it. “Sorry...I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bite your head off. It’s just...oh, God! It hurts,” she cries out as she clenches my hand in a death grip. Jesus fucking Christ, that’s hard. When did she get super human strength?

  We enter the birthing suite and she lets go of my hand, relief together with blood flow returning to my semi-crushed fingers.

  “Alexis, Dear, my name is Kate, I’m a midwife. Dr. Rainer is on her way and will be here shortly, okay? Let’s get you up onto this bed and check how baby is doing,” Kate says with a smile.

  I help Alexis out of the wheelchair and up onto the bed, assisting her by fluffing up pillows and basically just fucking fluffing about. Obviously, I’m way out of my comfort zone and don’t know what the hell I’m doing.

  Kate sets up an IV and attaches some straps and cords to Alexis’ stomach. “Now, your hospital chart says you had an emergency C-section with your last delivery. Baby was in breech, right?”

  “Yes, yes she was. Charlotte liked to dance around even before entering this world. Seven years later and she hasn’t changed,” Alexis answers lovingly, almost calm and serene.

  I gently wipe a bead of sweat that has formed on her brow and take note that even in distress and obviously a shit load of pain, she is still absolutely gorgeous.

  Then, just like a gust of wind, her calm demeanour is swept away and a harsh, boiling disposition replaces it. “I want an epidural God Damn it,” Alexis growls through deep breaths while closing her eyes. “Please!”

  Placing my hand on her forehead, I drag it back through her hair in the hope to calm her down. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her eyes open with lightning speed, and she fires a death glare in my direction. Fuck, she’s scary. Quickly, I panic and lean in to kiss the spot where my h
and had just been, apologising for breaking the ‘no patting rule’. This seems to do the trick because she smiles meekly at me.

  “Your contractions are three minutes apart and lasting just over one minute long,” Kate explains. “I’m going to check how dilated your cervix is now, then we will discuss an epidural.”

  Alexis nods.

  I nod, too. At this point in time, I think I’ll nod at anything being said. Nodding is good.

  “Not another one, fffruit cake” Alexis moans, and turns the shade of a tomato. “I just had one, give me a break.”

  I take a hold of her hand, remembering not to pat her. “Just breathe, Hunny.”

  “Seriously?” she huffs.

  “That’s what you told Lucy to do.”

  “I know, but its bullshit.”

  “I just thought—”

  “Shut up!”

  Another note to self: shut up.

  “Bryce I’m sorry. I love you. I just don’t like you right now.”

  “Yes. You do,” I say with an authoritative tone.

  She looks at me with knowing eyes, and mouths with exhausted defeat, ‘yes I do’.

  I bring her hand to my lips. “I know, Hunny.”

  She nods and closes her eyes during a long exhale.

  Kate positions herself between Alexis’ legs, her expression one of concentration. “Hmmm, I’m sorry, Dear. But you are nine centimetres dilated so there will be no epidural,” she explains. “Looks like baby is nearly ready to meet his or her parents,” Kate offers in compromise, her eyebrow raised persuasively.

  “His parents,” I reply, overjoyed. “We are having a boy.”

  “Congratulations!”

  “Argh! For the love of fffurry freakin’ ferrets...Where is Dr. Rainer?” Alexis screams, now clearly stressed and in much more pain, not to mention tripling her f-bomb replacements.

  “She’ll be here any minute,” Kate reassures her, moving around the room quickly, collecting towels, mats, a trolley on wheels with sharp looking implements that curdle my stomach, and a see through crib with an overhead light.