Chapter Twenty
(Nine months into the pregnancy)
Jax
I was having the best dream. Rider was sucking my cock, and I was just about to come. The feel of his lips on my dick were so real, and I moaned and pumped harder.
“Yeah, that’s right, come for me.”
I jerked awake at the sound of Rider’s voice. When I lifted my head, I saw through blurry eyes that Rider was between my legs, stroking my erection. “What the?”
He grinned. “I’m horny.”
He was always horny lately, and I loved it. “I want to come inside you.”
“Yeah?” He sat up, resting his hands on his big belly. “You still find me attractive?”
I didn’t bother answering that ridiculous question. He had to know I found him attractive. I jumped him every chance I got. “Get on your hands and knees.”
“Doggy style?” He arched one light brow.
“Yeah.” My dick throbbed. “Do it.”
“Ooh, so commanding.” He laughed, and slowly crawled up toward the pillows. Then he did as I’d requested, and he got on his hands and knees.
My cock was still wet from his mouth, and I moved up behind him, grabbing his hips. “You got me so turned on. I love waking up like that.”
He sighed and spread his knees more. “I know.”
I chuckled, and slid two fingers down the crack of his ass, rubbing over his hole. He hissed and arched his back, offering himself to me. “Fuck me.” He sounded breathless.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you.” I cupped his swollen balls, rolling them in my palm. “I’ll fuck you hard, and then I’ll come inside you.”
He shook. “Yeah, come inside me.”
Need quivered through me at his desperation. I pried his ass cheeks wider, and rubbed the head of my cock over his puckered hole, leaving a thick creamy smear of precum. He got me so excited it was hard to take my time at moments like these. There was nothing I enjoyed more than being buried in his tight hole, pumping my cock in and out of him.
He moaned and pushed back against me. “Please. Fuck me. I need it.”
“Yeah?” I leaned down and nipped his plump ass cheek. “You want me to fuck your hole?”
“Please,” he whined, moving his hips side to side.
I pushed the wide head of my cock to his hole. “Back up on me.”
He sighed. “Oh, God.”
“Come on. Fuck yourself on my cock.” I wanted to impale him so bad, but I liked bossing him around sometimes, and he seemed to enjoy it too. “Back up on my dick. Now.”
With a groan, he obeyed, sliding onto my dick. He shuddered as my cock sank balls deep into his body, and I almost came immediately at the tight grip of his channel. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, pulling almost off of my dick and then slamming back on. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
“That’s right. Harder.”
His muscles shook as he rammed back against me again, his hole swallowing my thick cock. The sight of my dick entering him was too much, and I grabbed his hips and started fucking him for real. He cried out as I dug my fingers into his flesh and sank as deep as possible. He reached back, grabbing my thigh, and he started trembling. “Yeah, right fucking there,” he wheezed.
I covered his back with mine, wrapping my arms around his big stomach. “I’m gonna fuck you harder now. You want that?”
“Fuck me harder,” he whimpered.
The feel of his belly curved in my arms was such a turn on, I started pounding into him, desperate to unload inside his tight heat. My dick was slick and hard as it rammed inside him, over and over. He moaned and begged, and I changed my angle to nail his prostate. His arms gave out and he let out a low howl as his cock spilled streams of cum onto the sheets. I kept pounding into him, on the edge of shooting. I ran my hands over his stomach, loving the roundness of his stomach. His hole quaked on my cock as he climaxed, and then I lost it and shot deep inside him.
“Oh, fuck,” I growled, my dick jerking hard, and pumping my seed into his trembling ass. He shivered and took it, moaning and begging for more. Once my dick was drained, we collapsed onto our sides, my cock still buried inside him. I held him tight, kissing his shoulder, and breathing hard.
“So good,” he whispered.
I rolled my hips, and he gasped. I chuckled and pulled out, still holding him against me. My dick was spent, and my muscles exhausted. “I love waking up like this.”
“Me too.” There was a smile in his voice.
“When the baby comes, we may not have this.” I sighed.
“We will. If you think I’m not getting fucked as often as possible because we have a baby, think again.”
I laughed. “We don’t want to traumatize the kid.”
He glanced at me over his shoulder. “I hope you’re joking.”
I frowned. “I just mean we’ll have to be more stealth.”
“Okay. Stealth I can do.”
I smiled and kissed his shoulder again, inhaling his musky scent. He sighed and then winced. “Ouch.”
“What happened?”
He moved to sit up slowly, cupping his belly. “I think I had a contraction.”
“Really?” I sat too, studying his tense face.
“The birth date is in two days.” He bit his lip. “I did hear orgasm can start labor.”
“Well, then you should have had the baby a hundred times already, as much as we fuck.” I grinned.
He smiled and then winced again. “Yeah, that is not just a Braxton Hicks contraction.”
Excitement rolled through me. “Shit. Are you actually in labor?”
He nodded, wrinkling his brow. “Yeah, I believe I am. Here comes another one.”
I climbed off the bed, feeling confused. “Were did we put your suitcase?”
“Closet.” He crawled off the bed, and when he stood, there was a whoosh and fluid splattered on the floor. “Oh, boy. This is moving fast.”
“Your water just broke.” It wasn’t a question.
“I noticed.”
I grabbed a pair of underwear and slid them on. “Okay, stay calm.”
“I’m calm.” He actually sounded calm. He went into the bathroom and he cleaned up, and when he came back out he got dressed.
By then I’d grabbed his suitcase which he’d packed for his trip to the hospital. I called the hospital, while we made our way downstairs. I got him settled in the car, and then ran back inside to inform a very startled looking Mrs. Lane that we were leaving for the hospital.
Her hair stood up in all directions, and her robe was on inside out. “Good luck, you two. Keep me posted.” She smiled weakly.
“I will.” I ran out to the car and started the engine.
“This is the big day.” Rider sounded nervous.
I patted his thigh as I drove down the long drive. “Yep. You’ll do great.”
He nodded. “The minute we walk in I’m asking for an epidural.”
I laughed.
He winced and groaned. “Shit. This hurts.”
I drove fast, but carefully. After about thirty minutes, we were at the hospital. By the time we got there, Rider was in a lot of pain. He needed help walking into the hospital, and we had to stop every few minutes. Once we checked in at the nurse’s station things happened quickly. They got him a private room and had him hooked up to monitors. I held his hand as he groaned and writhed on the bed. I wanted to take his pain away, but that was impossible. The nurse in charge refused to give him permission for his epidural until he was dilated to a certain amount. She told me that sometimes the epidural stopped labor, and since we didn't want that, we let her stall us.
Eventually she gave the okay and the anesthesiologist was allowed to insert the needle into Rider’s spine, giving him blessed relief. From that point it was another hour and then the doctor swooped in. Covered in sweat, Rider pushed and groaned, swearing like a sailor until the baby made its squawking appearance. I was overcome with emotion gazing down at our newborn son. He was red and wrinkly, but he seemed healthy, and judging by the loud wails coming from him, his lungs were strong.
Once the infant was cleaned off, Rider held him and fumbled his way through nursing our baby for the first time. I stroked Rider’s back, and had to hold back tears of joy at the sight of our baby in Rider’s arms. I thought about Thomas, it was impossible not to. It hurt my heart that he never got to experience this, but I also couldn’t deny that I loved Rider too much to ever say I’d have rather had this moment with Thomas instead. I guess it really was possible to love more than one person at the same time, and I decided to simply be thankful that Rider had come into my life. He’d reawakened my heart, and I couldn’t wait for what came next.
“We did it.” Rider smiled up at me, his eyes shiny with tears.
“Yep.” I scratched the baby’s soft, bald head. “Still want to name him Thomas?”
He touched my arm. “Yeah. I think it’s about time that name brought joy to you, not sorrow.”
A lump formed in my throat, and I nodded. “Thank you.”
He shrugged one shoulder, and he kissed Thomas’s head. “Do you remember the first day we met?”
“Of course.” I laughed.
“You said I was nothing like what you’d expected, and I asked you if that was good or bad.” He grinned. “You were going to get back to me on that.”
I leaned down and kissed him. He sighed against my lips, and his fingers stroked my cheek. I lifted my head, and smiled down at him, my heart ready to burst with joy. “It was a good thing, Rider, my love. A very, very good thing.”