Page 54 of The Paternity Puzzle
Once they stepped beneath the hot spray, the only ache he worried about was the one between his legs. Royce dropped to his knees and took Sawyer in his mouth, working his erection with an expertise earned from lots of practice. But his loving ministrations turned almost cruel when he drew Sawyer’s release beyond his breaking point.
“Let me come. It’s my birthday.”
Royce’s chuckle rumbled along the length of Sawyer’s dick and vibrated his balls. He tightened his mouth around Sawyer’s shaft, sucked hard, and slowly eased back until his erection sprang free.
Sawyer grunted as his balls drew tight. “You told me not to come without you.”
“Your birthday isn’t until tomorrow.” Royce circled his finger in the air, telling Sawyer to turn around. His feet slipped insoapy suds as he eagerly complied. “Careful. We sure as hell don’t want to end up at the hospital after a slip and fall. Brace your arms against the tile.” Royce spread his ass cheeks apart and buried his face between them before Sawyer could respond or comply.
Sawyer cried out and braced his forearms against the cool tile when Royce used his tongue to arouse him further and open Sawyer’s pucker. He hung his head and watched his throbbing dick jerk from the intensity of the stimulation. “I won’t last.”
Royce responded by sinking his teeth in his ass cheek. “You will.”
Eventually, his wicked husband kissed a path up his back before taking him fast and furiously up against the shower wall. The tight enclosure amplified their moans of pleasure and jubilant cries when they came. Sawyer clung to Royce like a life raft once he regained enough strength in his legs to turn in his husband’s embrace.
“Best. Birthday. Ever.”
Royce laughed and kissed his temple. “We’re just getting started, baby.”
Sawyer was too tired to lift his head from Royce’s shoulder. “What’s next?”
Royce’s hand landed with a wetthwackagainst his ass cheek. “Birthday spankings.”
Sawyer stood up and paced across the room, hoping it would ease his nervous energy. If he sat any longer, his bouncing knees would’ve vibrated his chair across the room. He stared at a wall of photos featuring the success stories of former patients at the clinics. Photos, ultrasounds, testimonials, and thank-you cards covered nearly every inch of the huge corkboard, but there was a gap on the bottom left corner for another success story. Theirs?
Kelsey’s blood draw to test for the presence of hCG had occurred at eight that morning, but they had to wait a few hours for the clinic’s in-house lab to process the results. They’d gone to breakfast, where Kelsey and Royce calmly chatted about everyday things while eating pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eggs. He’d barely picked at his egg white omelet, which he regretted when his stomach released an angry growl two hours later as they waited for Dr. Flores to give their results.
“That sounded painful,” Royce said as he moved in behind him to wrap strong arms around Sawyer’s waist. “We’re going to have things to contribute to the board soon.”
He turned in Royce’s embrace and kissed him briefly. “We are.”
A wrapper rattled across the room, and Kelsey extended a protein bar she pulled from her purse. “I came prepared.”
He returned to his chair beside her and accepted the offering with a grateful thanks. “Which one of us is going to haul around a big-ass purse everywhere?” Sawyer asked before taking a bite. “The baby will have a ton of stuff, and we’re going to need snacks.”
“It’s called a diaper bag, and we’ll take turns carrying it,” Royce said. “Evangeline has probably already set her eyes on a Louis Vuitton or something.”
“One of those would cost more than the high-end stroller you’ve been drooling over,” Kelsey told Royce. His husband had wasted no time in adding a ton of stuff to the Pinterest board.
“What’s high-end about a stroller?” Sawyer asked.
Royce sat beside Sawyer and crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive posture. “It’s made with a sturdier metal frame for stability.”
“The little protective cloth awning cost four hundred dollars alone,” Kelsey said. “Massive thing. That stroller will weigh a ton.”
“But our girl will be safe,” Royce said.
Sawyer melted on the spot and decided they’d buy the expensive stroller.
Royce flexed his arms so his biceps strained against his shirt. “We’ve got plenty of muscle.”
“Join us at Pilates on Saturday,” Kelsey said with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
Sawyer was doubting his agreement to return to the studio when a soft knock sounded at the door. His breath caught in his lungs, and he couldn’t have talked if he’d wanted to. Dr. Flores opened the door and stepped inside, but Sawyer couldn’t tell by her expression if she had good or bad news. He reached for Kelsey’s hand with his right and Royce’s hand with his left. Dr.Flores’ mouth curved into a big smile, and the three of them cheered before she could say the words. She waited patiently for them to hug and celebrate the positive results.
“Congratulations,” she said once they wound down. “Your hCG levels are exactly where we want them to be. We’ll have you come back periodically for new draws to make sure the levels increase the way they should. You’ve already started prenatal vitamins well before we started this process, so it’s just a waiting game for a bit. I’ll do an ultrasound to confirm the viability in six weeks, and I’ll turn you over to your ob-gyn after that. Do any of you have questions for me right now?”
Sawyer looked at Royce, who had a matching set of tear trails on his face. He cleared his throat to speak. “Do you have questions for her?”