“When she was pregnant, her doctor warned her boyfriends about the dangers of multiple partners within one sex act.”
“Trust me, Doctor,” Brock interrupted him. “We’ve heard similar warnings. Remember, this isn’t our first rodeo.”
“Right.” He focused on Trixie. “But I think it’s important for your wife to understand the dangers of simultaneous penetration while pregnant.”
“She is aware of any potential dangers,” Brock said, giving her a heated appraisal. “We take very good care of our woman.”
“Absolutely,” Rory piped in.
“Very well,” he said. “Good luck to all of you.”
“Thanks again, Doctor,” Trixie said, waving at his back.
“You’re so ridiculous,” Rory said, catching her wrist and bringing her fingers to his lips. “What do you say we get out of here?”
Her gaze immediately met Mitch’s. “When will I see you again?”
“Soon,” he promised. “After our romp in the bathroom, I honestly don’t know how I’ll keep myself from you.”
“I don’t either,” she said, stripping her nightgown away and prancing across the room for her clothes. “I guess you’ll just need to visit frequently.”
Mitch growled and slapped her ass. “You watch for me, baby. I’ll be in Fletcher before the week is out.”
Chapter Forty-Four
They said their farewells to Mitch, and Trixie somehow managed to hold back her tears. Brock slid in the backseat beside her and clasped his hand around hers.
“Are you okay, babe?”
Trixie rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m good.”
He kissed the top of her head and locked gazes with Rory when he adjusted the rearview mirror. “Pervert.”
“Always,” Rory readily admitted.
Trixie snuggled closer and Brock put his arm around her, drawing her down to his lap. Staring into her beautiful blue eyes, he said, “Mitch will be fine, baby. After you gave him a little send-off, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he doesn’t make his way to Fletcher before tomorrow morning.”
“Do you really think so?”
“No,” Brock replied. “But he won’t stay away long.”
“How do you know?”
Brock pushed his hand underneath her shirt and unhooked the front latch on her bra. Cupping her breast, he ran the pad of his thumb over her extended nipple. “I couldn’t stay away from you. You’re like a damn drug.”
His cock pressed against her back and she mashed against him. “You’re horny.”
“Yes, ma’am, I am.”
“What can I do to help with your predicament?”
His cock twitched as he thought of what he needed most. He could ask for a blow job and she’d willingly give him one of the best, but the fact was—he wanted more. He needed more.
“Rory, watch for cops,” he said, dragging her over his lap.
Trixie straddled him. He reached for the lever at the side of his seat and the leather bench reclined.
“There we go,” he rasped, tucking his hand underneath her.
Stroking her with the back of his hand, he watched as she eagerly responded to his touch. “Do you want to fuck me, sub?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How badly do you want to fuck me?” he asked, throwing his arm over the seat. He reached for his strategically placed bag, one he’d put in the cargo area prior to leaving the hospital.
“You figure it out,” she drawled, rubbing that hot pussy all over him.
“Undress from the waist down,” he said, moving her aside and grabbing a few items from his leather satchel.
“You’re prepared.” Trixie shot him a saucy wink and wiggled away from her slacks.
“I’m teaching you a few lessons while we’re on the road.” He cupped her bruised cheek. The reminder of what she’d almost cost them when she’d left camp in the middle of the night was his undoing.
“You’re still angry?”
“I’m more furious with myself than I am with you, but I’m disappointed. You can’t act irresponsibly now, Trixie.”
“And you’re using sex toys to teach me this?” she asked, eyeing the nipple clamps.
Rory’s gaze met his. Brock snickered. “Yes, sub, we’re using sex toys to teach you discipline.”
“Good luck,” she taunted them, her sass in full swing.
“You’re the one who needs the luck, baby,” Brock said, pinching a nipple and twisting the hard point until she arched her back and whimpered softly against his ear.
“Be easy, Sir,” she whispered, throwing her calves over his thighs. “I’m fragile right now. Remember, I’m pregnant.”