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passionate vigour.
“I love you, too,” she replies breathlessly.
I can never 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
“I love you, too,” she replies breathlessly.
I can never 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
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