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Captive(68)

By:Brenda Rothert


“I will. I have to call my mom first.”

“See you soon, baby.”

“Okay.”

My mom was equally relieved when I reached her, and she offered to stay with Melody for as long as I needed. When we hung up, I sank back against the pillows and closed my eyes, the rhythmic whooshing of the baby’s heart lulling me into relaxation.

“Just a little longer,” I said softly, rubbing my rounded belly. “Hold on just a little bit longer.”

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Melody’s eyes were looking heavy, but she was trying to hold on.

“How does the baby get out of Kate?” she asked.

“Well … uh. That’s not really … my area of expertise. Kate should be the one to talk to you about that.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Maybe. But if it does, it won’t hurt for very long. You shouldn’t worry about her.”

She nodded and I tucked her bedspread around her neck the way she liked and kissed her forehead.

“I can’t wait to hold the baby,” she murmured.

“Goodnight, Mel,” I said, tiptoeing out of the room. When I got to the living room, Carla, the private nurse I hired to take care of Kate until the delivery, was sitting on the couch, holding out a glass of wine.

“Come on, you’ve earned it,” she said, patting the couch cushion next to her. I took the glass but leaned against the end of the couch instead of sitting down.

“How’s Kate?” I asked.

“She’s good. Probably asleep by now. But I’m not tired, so do you want to watch a movie or something?”

Carla was in her late 20’s, with long dark brown hair and a lean, athletic body. I could tell by her tone she wanted more than a movie. Years of hitting on women and being hit on by them before I was married had honed my instincts. Harmony knew Carla, and Kate liked her, so I didn’t want to rock the boat by offending her.

“No, I’m gonna go see my wife.”

“She’s resting.”

I sat the glass of wine on the table. “I’ll rest with her, then.”

“I’ve got her hooked up to the monitor. You can’t jostle the bed or anything. It might be good if you didn’t sleep in there.”

“I’m sleeping with my wife,” I said, standing up and stretching. “I’ll be careful. We’ll see you in the morning.”

I didn’t even need to look at Carla to know she was pouting. I considered inviting Luke over, but Carla was on the payroll. She could get laid on her own time.

When I pushed open the door to the bedroom and closed it behind me, Kate was sitting up in bed reading a book. She glanced up and looked at me over the top of her reading glasses.

“Hell, yeah. Naughty pregnant teacher,” I said, pulling my t-shirt off. She smiled and sat the book down.

“I’m glad you’re here tonight,” she said. “I keep worrying I’ll go into labor in the night when you’re on the road.”

“You feel like it could be tonight?”

“No. Everything feels the same as usual. I just think I’ll sleep better knowing you’re here. I don’t want you to miss any of it.”

“Me, either.” I unbuttoned my jeans and let them drop to the floor. Kate sat her glasses on the nightstand, switched the bedside lamp off, and I climbed into bed. I couldn’t help smiling at the amount of shuffling, shifting and adjusting it took her to get comfortable on her side. Then she had to reposition the straps around her belly so the monitor picked up the baby’s heartbeat. I got on my side and wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her bare stomach.

“You can lay against me if you want,” I said. She turned her face back to me and I could just make out her smile in the dim light of our bedroom. I had to kiss those perfect pink lips. What started out as a soft show of affection turned into something more. I let my mouth roam to all the places on her it craved – over her cheeks, down to her neck, to her sensitive earlobe.

“I read that nipple stimulation can trigger labor,” she said, her tone breathy. “And orgasm.”

I hummed my approval of her idea against her neck. “Is that right?”

“Yes. But I can hardly move.”

“You don’t need to.”

I hiked her shirt up near her neck so I could trace the lines of her swollen nipples with my fingertip. She moaned and breathed faster, urging me on.

“They’re so sensitive,” she whispered. My cock stiffened against her ass. When I pinched a nipple, she moaned the way she did when she was starting to come. I nipped her shoulder the way she liked and lowered my hand to her hip. My effort to get it between her legs was hindered by her very pregnant belly.