Chapter 10

Life is like a penis. It gets hard sometimes, but not forever.

-Fact of Life

Travis

63 days ago

I was nervous as hell.

Hannah was exhausted.

She was staring at me, defeat in her eyes, and was crying.

“Baby,” I whispered, cupping her cheeks. “You tried so hard…it’s okay.”

A tear fell from the corner of her eye. “I wanted to do it right.”

I smoothed her sweaty hair back from her face.

“You are doing it right,” I told her.

She took a deep breath, and winced as another contraction took hold.

We’d been at this pushing thing for over four hours. TJ was no closer to coming out now than he was when she’d first started.

I could see the worried looks that the doctor and the nurses were exchanging, and Michael had been back twice to check on her.

Each time he’d left, I could read a little more fear in his eyes.

“Can you get me more ice?”

I nodded, then stood up, walking out moments later with an empty cup.

Michael, Hannah’s brother, stopped me the moment that I exited the room.

“Is everything okay?”

I could tell that he was worried. Hell, I was worried, and I was in there the whole time.

When Hannah had told us that the only person she wanted in the delivery room was me, rather than her brother and parents who were all in the medical field, I’d been stunned.

Not to mention that I didn’t deserve to be there.

But the moment that she’d said it, I’d felt pride in being the first and only one to see our son—at least for a few hours, anyway.

Now, though, I could tell it was taking a toll on everyone else—including her badass brother who hated my guts.

“She’s exhausted,” I told him bluntly. “She asked for more ice.”

Michael swallowed.

“I told her after last time that she shouldn’t do this.”

My brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Michael looked at me, his large, tattooed arms crossed intimidatingly across his chest. “Last time Hannah had to have an emergency C-section due to complications. Complications that the doctor said at the beginning of her pregnancy would likely repeat themselves.”

My mouth dropped open.

“What?”

He nodded, letting me know that he was more than serious.

“When was this discussed?”

He just looked at me, and I winced.

I’d missed more than one appointment. It could’ve been at any of them.

Though, I had made the two biggest ones she’d said—the gender reveal, and the one at twenty-eight weeks when they checked growth.

I felt like my world had just narrowed.

“What can I do now?” I asked, my voice precise and to the point when it was anything but what I was feeling.

Stark terror. Horror. Anger. Dismay.

All of those things were going through me as I asked the man that hated me with a passion, what I was supposed to do.

Michael was an ex-doctor. He’d gone to med school, graduated with his MD, and then had thrown it all away to go into the military—or so Hannah had told me. I hadn’t had any interaction with the man due to him despising me, to get any more info, but I trusted him to care for his sister’s life.

“Convince her to do the C-section,” he told me. “Likely, they’ll suggest that soon, anyway, and she’s going to expect it.”

I looked at the cup of almost-melted ice.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do.”

I got fresh ice and didn’t once look at Hannah’s brother again, but I felt his eyes on me. Felt his dislike. I knew he thought I was leading his sister on, but I wasn’t.

At least, not intentionally.

And if I were an honest man, I’d admit that I was secretly happy that Hannah hadn’t moved beyond what we’d had. That she hadn’t gone out and found another man.

Hostel, Texas was a small town. Less than ten thousand people in its entirety, but a lot of those residents were unmarried men.

Hostel was what you would call an oil town. Most of its money was made from the oil rigs that lined the outskirts of the city, and those beyond ours. Men were more than prevalent, and it hadn’t gone without notice that Hannah was a beautiful woman. Despite her obvious pregnant state, many men had done their level best to get her to pay attention to them.

It hadn’t worked, thank God.

I’d definitely taken notice, though.

“Oh, God.”

Those two words were muttered the moment that I crossed over the threshold by the doctor.

Which were words that you never wanted to hear leave past their lips when they were supposed to be taking care of the woman that you loved with all your heart—even if she didn’t know it—or if you hadn’t admitted it out loud yet.

“She’s passed out cold,” came the nurse’s voice.

I walked up to the side of the stretcher, doing my best to keep my eyes away from her vaginal area, and walked up to Hannah’s side.

“Is she okay?”

“Exhaustion has set in,” came the doctor’s reply. “We spoke while you were out of the room about her getting a cesarean. If she’s passed out, though, she can’t deliver this baby. And the longer the baby stays in the birth canal, the more likely that it’ll be that an emergency delivery will be needed.”

I glanced up at Hannah’s exhausted face, feeling helpless and useless.

“What do we do now?”

“Now, we wait for her to wake back up.”

I looked at the man.

“How will we do that?”

“The pain will wake her up shortly. This happens, although not that often,” he admitted. “Should have her back here shortly. There’s another contraction. It’s a monster, too.”

Then came Hannah’s moan of pain, and her eyelids fluttered open.

The moment that I saw her eyes, I knew that she was mentally and physically depleted, and that this wasn’t going to work.

“Honey, we’re doing the C-section,” I told her bluntly. “Now.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but instead a loud sob left her lips.

“I wanted to do this the right way,” she wailed, her body curling around her stomach as her body forced her to push despite her exhaustion.

I smoothed her hair out of her face, and dropped my forehead to hers.

“This isn’t the wrong way, honey. Not for our baby, and not for you. It’s the only way at this point.”

She nodded against my forehead, and I leaned back so that I could look at the doctor.

“Let’s do the C-section.”

The doctor winked at me, but I didn’t miss the look of relief that crossed over his features.

Eleven minutes and thirty seconds later, I was watching over the curtain—despite the doctor telling me not to—and holding Hannah’s hand as our son was brought into the world.

***

Present day

“Trav?”

Hannah’s smooth hands sifted through my hair, and I closed my eyes as I pressed a soft kiss to the scar that looked nothing like it did two months ago.

“You sure?”

In answer, I bit the soft swell of her belly, right above her incision, and growled at her.

I didn’t answer her, though. She knew I was sure.

She was trying to give me an out, though.

Little did she know that I didn’t want the out. I didn’t want to be apart anymore, even when we were so close together.

She started to giggle and pushed my head away, playfully forcing me off of her.

She was bare on my desk moments later, her eyes dilated, and her breath causing her breasts to jump.

“God,” I breathed, taking her all in. “You look even more beautiful now than you did the first time I saw you like this.”

I had seen her naked in the hospital, of course, but that time I’d tried my level best not to stare during her vulnerable state. I was glad to know that she didn’t have a very nasty scar, despite my worries to the contrary.

She reached both hands forward to cover her breasts as I took her in, and I growled and leaned over the desk, putting my face level with hers.

“Don’t cover yourself.”

“I’m not comfortable with it all hanging out like this,” she admitted, gesturing to her body with a vague sweep of her hands.

I could tell.

But little did she know that she was turning me on so much that my balls were seriously about to be permanently blue.

“Does it feel like I don’t like the way you look?” I asked, digging my erection into her bare pussy.

She bit her lip and shook her head. “No.”

I grinned and leaned back, taking off my shirt by hooking a single finger in the back of the collar and hunching over while I pulled it from my body.

She watched avidly as I did, her eyes taking everything in all at once.

I didn’t miss the look she gave my crotch shortly after.

“You want my pants off, too?”

She nodded without uttering a word.

I took my belt off and let it fall to the floor, following that up by yanking open the button of my pants.

She moaned low in her throat as the lowered zipper caused my pants to gape, giving her the first good look at my commando state.

The only thing she could really see was the base of my cock and my pubic hair, but it was enough of a glimpse to cause her to bite her lip and stare up at me with a look of pleading in her eyes.

Whether that look was a plea to have me take her, or for her to suck it, I didn’t know.

But I chose to take it as her wanting to suck it, so I walked around the desk and let my jeans fall to the floor.

My cock sprang free only inches from her mouth, causing her to lean forward and capture just the crown in less time than it took for me to get my footing.

Footing that was very important to standing when you had a woman like Hannah sucking on your cock.

The moment her mouth closed over the sensitive tip, I had to reach for the edge of the desk by her head to keep myself from falling on top of her and choking her with it.

Though, the way she was going down on me, up and down the length of my shaft, had me doubting that it would bother her.

Then she moved, allowing her head to fall completely off the desk, and I realized only seconds later what she was after.

“You want me to…”

She pulled off of me. “Fuck my mouth.”

Then she leaned backward again and opened her mouth, inviting me in a way only a woman as sensual as Hannah could do.

The moment that I sank my cock partially inside of her, a rough curse left my lips.

The second time, when she took three quarters of me, another one spilled forth.

“Oh, fuck me.” I squeezed the corner of the desk harder, white knuckling it as I tried to find the ability to breathe.

It was as if she were sucking everything out of me, though, making it to where I couldn’t breathe, let alone think of words to say that didn’t start with the letter F.

“Fuck,” I growled, unsure what I was asking for. “Fuck me.”

My hands dropped down to her bouncing breasts as I fucked her mouth, and suddenly I couldn’t handle it anymore.

I had to be inside of her.

Pulling out of her so abruptly that she gasped in surprise, I rounded the desk and crawled up onto the desk between her legs.

Lining my cock up with her entrance, I at first eased inside.

When it was evident that she was just as tight as she’d been the first time, I realized that doing anything slow was out of the question. I hadn’t had sex for a year, and hadn’t jacked off in well over six months. Hence why I slammed inside her.

She gasped and lifted her hips, practically begging me to do anything I could to make the ache between her legs go away.

“Ah, fuck.” I strained my head backward as I felt the warmth of heaven wrapped around my cock. “Jesus Christ, yes.”

The slide in and out of her was so monumental that I couldn’t find words to express the gloriousness of the feeling.

And when she started to ripple around me, signaling her orgasm after only a few strokes on my part, I clutched onto her thigh as it rocked me.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” Hannah’s nipples pebbled, and more than a drop spilled from her breasts this time.

My eyes were so transfixed on the flow that I didn't realize how close I was to my breaking point until I felt the come boiling in my balls and rising up my shaft.

That was about the time that my phone rang, and I knocked it over.

My orgasm rushed through me, and I cursed as I finally realized exactly what I’d done.

I’d fucked her bare.

Again.

Jesus Christ.

There was just something about Hannah’s pussy that made my mind go blank. Turned me stupid.

Did that stop me from coming inside of her, though? No.

Did it stop me from thinking about how nice it would be to have another kid with her? Again, a big resounding no.

And as each pulse left me in a wet, hot stream and deposited inside of her, I knew that there wasn’t anything in the world I cared about but this. Now. Us. Her.

Not anything.

And even when I heard someone speaking on the phone that’d overturned, I still did nothing.