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Chapter 44

“Dane,” I moaned as he slid into me from behind. We were lying on our sides, one of the only positions that was still achievable with my big belly. I was six weeks from my due date, and pregnancy had apparently turned me into a sex fiend. I wanted it all the damn time.

My husband cupped my round stomach, and I gripped his forearm, digging my fingernails into the flesh as he took me deep and growled, “That’s it, Wildcat. You know I love it when you mark me.”

His cock was thick, filling every inch of my pussy as he tunneled in and out of me with slow, languid strokes. “That feels so good. I love how hard you get for me. Or is that just your morning wood?” My tone was a tease.

He chuckled low in my ear. “Every inch of this is for my sexy-as-fuck wife.” With an undulating grind of his hips, my eyes rolled back in my head. I knew I looked like a beach ball with a head, arms, and legs, but I’d never felt sexier, more alive, because Dane told me every damn day.

And it wasn’t just his words. It was the way he looked at me, the way he couldn’t keep his hands off me. And one of those hands was now snaking down, down, down until it reached my sex. With practiced fingers, Dane massaged my clit in little circles, just the way I liked it. The perfect amount of pressure. The perfect speed.

“Give it to me, Eden. You know what I want.” I did know. My body trembled with the anticipation of what was to come, and I checked to make sure the folded towel was in place beneath me. “Come on, pretty girl. Squirt for Daddy.”

Yeah. That did it. As Dane’s thrusts sped up, I came hard, all over his cock and his hand. And yes, I squirted. I’d freaked out the first time it had happened one morning a couple months ago, but Dane, after cleaning me up, had called Makenna. Because of course he had, the overprotective worrywart. She’d assured us on speakerphone, in that calm way she had, that it was normal due to the swelling of the uterus and the surrounding blood vessels in the area.

“Mmm, that was a good one,” I moaned as he fucked me through the remnants of my orgasm.

“You drenched my fucking cock, Wildcat. Do you know how fucking turned on that makes me?”

I clenched my inner muscles around his erection. “I think I’m aware by now.”

“Fuuuuck, someone’s been practicing their Kegels like a good girl,” he panted, kissing up and down my neck with open mouth kisses. “You want more?”

“Always,” I replied, knowing he’d do his best to give me another orgasm before he left for work. In fact, he always insisted on what he called Dane’s BOGO orgasms. Buy one, get one free. He was ridiculous, the smug ass, but I was the one who reaped the benefits.

“Assume the position,” he told me, sliding out and smacking me lightly on the hip.

With his help, I maneuvered myself until I was on my hands and knees with him behind me, and we faced the mirror over the dresser. Then I glanced over my shoulder, my smile coy, and said, “Fuck me, big Daddy.”

“Goddamn,” he breathed, sinking into my pussy with his eyes closed in ecstasy. “This little cunt of yours is perfect, Eden. You fit me just right.”

He opened his eyes and met mine in the mirror. We both loved fucking doggy style, but we also loved seeing each other’s pleasure etched on our faces.

“I love you,” I told him, as his hands gripped my hips.

“I love you too, wife. You are beautiful like this.” Then his smile turned from sweet to wicked as he began to move. “You are beautiful and so goddamn hot on your hands and knees for your husband, taking my cock up this perfect pussy.”

Then we lost ourselves in each other, in the frenzied carnality of mating, our gazes locked in the glass but no less intense. My husband was stunning. Achingly breathtaking, especially when he was like this with his dark hair swinging around his shoulders with every hard thrust. Sure, he had a few gray strands starting to make an appearance in his hair and beard, but it only made him sexier.

Dane’s abs clenched as he took me from behind, and the muscles beneath his tatted arms bulged like finely tuned machines. The bed rocked with the motion of our bodies, and the squeaking of the bedsprings mixed with the slaps of flesh on flesh and our rapturous moans. It was a thrilling cacophony of need and pleasure that only drove us higher.

Though I’d come like a freight train earlier, my husband wasn’t satisfied until I got my BOGO orgasm. It started at the base of my neck and trickled down my spine as Dane increased his pace, a self-satisfied smirk on his perfectly full lips. He knew my body so well, and he was aware I was on the brink.

He also knew just how to get me there. Scraping his teeth hard over his bottom lip and leaving it red and swollen, he said, “Come for your husband, Evie.”

The use of my real name did it, and I collapsed to my elbows as Dane draped himself over my back and rutted into me like an animal intent on the sole purpose of satiating our needs. I tilted my face for a kiss, which he delivered with love and passion, our tongues wrapping and licking as our lower bodies rocked out our orgasms.

Then Dane went all gentle on me, dragging his hands around my body to cup my pregnant belly. He guided us down until we were once again lying on our sides, his big body pressed against my back.

The only sounds were our labored breathing and beats of our hearts as the sun streamed into the room through the transom windows.

I fell back into a dreamless sleep, only waking for a second when Dane rearranged me on the bed so my head was on the pillow. A sleepy smile wove its way across my lips when he kissed my belly and whispered, “Be a good boy. Daddy will be back to check on you two later.”

Later that afternoon, I was walking with Charlisse on the beach in the September sunshine. Dane and I had finally sat down with her and told her our story… minus the shooty parts. We both trusted her, and we would need her in the coming months.

“I talked to Cooper today,” she said, pride warring with worry in her voice. “He can’t tell me where he is, but he said he’s doing well.”

“Make sure to give him our love when you talk to him again,” I said.

She grasped my hand, and we continued walking. “I will. And thank you for inviting me to go with you and Dane to New York. It’s just the distraction I need.”

“We’re happy you’re coming. We appreciate you agreeing to watch our little one while we talk to my family. I know he’ll just be an infant, but I think they can sense extreme emotional distress, and I don’t want him upset.”

“Your family is going to be thrilled to see you again, but I’m sure it will be a shock too. It’s best not to have the baby around all that. I’ll just be in my hotel room, whispering to him that I’m his favorite honorary auntie while I kiss his cute little face.”

My feet paused as a twinge shot down my side, and Charlisse stopped too. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Just a little… something.” A vise wrapped around my middle, and I grunted. “It’s really tight. It happened a few minutes ago, but this one was a little more intense.”

Charlisse’s calm tone belied the worry I saw in her blue eyes. “Let’s head back when you’re able to walk.”

I blew out a breath from my pursed lips and straightened, the weird feeling dissipating as quickly as it had come. “I’m good now.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, already dialing her phone one handed before putting it to her ear. “Dane, meet us at the entrance to the beach. I think she just had a contraction.”

“I’m fine,” I protested even as I heard yelling through the phone line.

“I know it’s not time yet,” she said smoothly, guiding me with a hand on my back. “That’s why we need you to pick us up and take us to the hospital… Yes, call Makenna… No, you can’t talk to Eden right now. You can talk to her when you get here. She’s okay, but I’m trying to get her off this beach before another one hits.”

“I think you’re overreacting,” I said, though the last word broke a little as another of those things that was absolutely not a contraction squeezed my belly. “He’s not ripe yet.”

“Babies don’t wear watches,” she retorted as I bent at the waist and concentrated on breathing.

Charlisse rubbed circles on my back as I whispered to my child. “Just stay in there a few more weeks, baby boy. Please.”

“Yep, this baby is coming today,” Makenna announced, stripping off her gloves and covering me with a sheet. “You’re five centimeters dilated.”

Dane clutched my hand and used his free one to swipe down his face. “Could I have caused this? We had intercourse this morning.”

“Dane!” I scolded, feeling my face heat.

But it didn’t deter him from continuing. “And then I came home at lunch for a nooner.”

Makenna snorted, and I glared. “Would you please stop talking? She does not need to hear about our sex life, Dane.”

He pointed at my crotch. “She deals with that area, sweetheart, and I’m going to give her all the information about what has recently occurred in that area in case it’s important.”

My doctor patted Dane’s shoulder as her lips twisted in amusement. “Thank you for letting me know,” she said politely. “And no, you didn’t cause this. Sometimes babies are just very excited to meet their parents. Especially when they have great ones like I know you two will be.”

Such a diplomatic answer for someone who—I have no doubt—had been about two seconds from hearing the details of positions, pacing, and orgasm count from my husband.

“Will he be okay?” I asked.

“Your baby or your husband?” the doctor asked, and I couldn’t help but giggle, even through my nerves.

“Both.”

Her face turned serious. “Babies born at thirty-four weeks generally do very well. He might spend a few days in the NICU to make sure his lungs are strong enough, but I have every confidence your pediatrician will take good care of him. Dr. Bonner is very well-respected in our little medical community. My daughter is a nurse and uses him for her baby.”

That made me feel a little better. Dane and I had interviewed several pediatricians before settling on Dr. Jay Bonner. He was mature with a kind face and a direct manner. And he always wore funny socks and ties to the office to put kids at ease, though we would be long gone by the time our child was old enough to notice such things.

Three hours later, the most beautiful baby to ever grace this earth was born. He had black hair like Dane and blue eyes like my natural ones. He weighed five and a half pounds, and Dr. Bonner remarked that he probably would have been at least eight pounds if he’d gone full term.

We stood in the NICU, Dane on one side of the incubator and me on the other. We both had one hand inside, and our baby was holding our fingers. He had a nice, firm grip. Our other hands were clasped together on top of the glass enclosure that was keeping our precious gift safe.

My husband and I were both crying, but they were tears of joy. He was going to be okay. His lungs were slightly underdeveloped, but he was going to be fine.

We’d named our boy after my father and Dane’s maternal grandfather, one of the only good male influences in his life. My eyes dropped to the name card on the side of the incubator, and I smiled. The card listed his parents’ names, all his birth stats, and his name…

Paul Augustus Osbourne.