Fulfillment (Book 3 in The Temptation Series) (2 page)

“Do you need
anything at all?” he asked again.
Apart from your long, glorious
love-wand to enter my abandoned, yet eagerly expecting
pleasure-tunnel? No...No, I don’t.

My frustration
turned to a smug inner smile as I thought of something I did need.
“On second thought...yes.” I replied.

He looked
ready to be put to task and perform his fatherly duties and
requirements. “What, Hunny?”

I lowered my
voice. “I want to fuck you in that bathroom over there.”

Without taking
my eyesight from the magazine, I pointed to the door with a picture
of a little man and woman on it. I had spotted the toilet the
moment I walked in—my toilet radar currently being on high
alert.

“Alexis, we’ve
spoken about this. I’m not making love to you until the doctor has
performed the ultrasound and given us the all clear.” He clenched
his fist and released it as it sat upon my shoulder.

“Bryce.” I
kept my voice calm but sarcastically sweet. “I know we’ve spoken
about this, and again I will tell you it’s perfectly safe to make
love to me.” I didn’t look at him as I spoke and kept scanning the
magazine I had rested on my lap. “Don’t get me wrong, I love your
tongue and all the mind-blowing things you do with it, but I need
to feel your cock inside me, and I need to feel it
now
.” I dramatically flipped the page in my magazine.
Seriously, what the fuck?
There was a full-page
advertisement for KY Lubrication Gel with a picture of a naked man
and woman gloriously tangled around one another—I was totally
jealous.

I dropped my
hand to Bryce’s lap and slowly moved it up his leg without raising
my eyes from the pornographic picture in front of me.

He groaned and
stopped its wandering with his own.

“You’re
fucking killing me,” I whispered as I snatched my hand back. “I
need sex, and I need it now!”

He smirked.
“It’s your hormones, my love.”

“Hormones-Shmormones. I don’t care what it is.” I casually placed
the magazine back on top of the coffee table and leaned over him so
that my fuller than usual breasts brushed his arm. Then, pressing
my mouth to his ear, I whispered again, “Listen here. Your long,
hard, delicious cock will be in between my legs within the hour. I
guarantee it!” I discreetly bit down on his ear lobe then pulled
back and eyed him intently.

“Ms. Summers,”
Dr. Rainer called from the doorway of her office.

I removed my
hungry stare from Bryce, stood up and smiled sweetly at my
doctor.

Bryce sat
there for the smallest of moments then eventually rose from his
seat and relaxed his fist again.

***

We sat down in
front of a large, hardwood desk in Dr. Rainer’s office. She had
been my obstetrician during both my pregnancies with Nate and
Charlotte, and when I booked my appointment to see her, I had to
explain my current ‘situation’, that Rick and I were no longer
together and that my new partner Bryce was the father of my
baby.

“Hello,
Alexis. It’s been a long time,” she flicked through my file, “six
years in fact,” she finished.

“Yes, it has.”
I replied.

She held out
her hand for Bryce to shake. “And you must be Bryce, the
father.”

He obliged and
gave her an enormous grin. “Yes, that would be me,” he answered
confidently, but shifting in his seat just a little.

He had been
fidgety all morning and also more attentive than usual. Don’t get
me wrong, I love his devotion and thoughtfulness, but he had a
tendency to go just a tad overboard.

Dr. Rainer
motioned toward the single stretcher bed. “Okay, Alexis, hop up
onto the bed, and we’ll have a look at your baby.”

Bryce shot up
out of his seat and helped me as if I were his elderly grandmother.
Grrr, he is so adorably aggravating at times.
I desperately
wanted to roll my eyes at him and refuse his over-the-top
assistance, but allowing him to fuss over me like this seemed to
calm his nerves. So I let him and swallowed the need to chastise
him over it.

Bryce walked
me over to the black vinyl-covered stretcher where I laid myself
down, while Dr. Rainer washed her hands at the basin. She dried
them with a paper towel then sat down on a swivel-chair and made
herself comfortable. Bryce moved around to the other side of the
stretcher to take hold of my hand.

“You all right
there?” I asked with a slight smile.

“Couldn’t be
better, my love,” he smiled back.

I was abruptly
pulled away from my loving gaze into Bryce’s eyes when Dr. Rainer
grabbed the bottle of gel and squirted it onto my lower abdomen.
Geezus! That shit is always freakin’ cold. Can’t they at least
microwave it for a few seconds, surely that’s not too much to
ask?
No matter how many times I had experienced the application
of that bloody gel, I never once remembered to mentally prepare
myself for its cold shock. Grudgingly, I adjusted to the sudden
temperature change on the surface of my skin.

Dr. Rainer
switched on the monitor and moved the ultrasound wand over my
tummy, prompting Bryce and I both to simultaneously move our heads
a little closer to the screen while squinting.

Okay, let’s be
honest, I’ve never really been able to distinguish what was what
during an ultrasound. All I could ever make out was grey, black and
white swirling patches, and trying to distinguish what was supposed
to look like a jelly bean with a large head was pretty much
impossible for me. So, when the image appeared on the screen, I
made more of an effort to watch Bryce’s reaction rather than try
and figure out my baby’s head from its bottom. As long as I heard
that wonderful, amazing, ticking noise that was Baby Clark’s
heartbeat, I was going to be more than happy.

Almost
instantly, Dr. Rainer started calculating our baby’s measurements
on the monitor. I squeezed Bryce’s hand as he stared intently at
the screen. He looked down at my hand then up to my face, so I gave
him a knowing wink which prompted him to raise my hand to his mouth
where he placed a soft kiss.

“Okay. Your
baby measures 1.7cm, which would put baby at 8.1 weeks
gestation.”

“1.7cm?” Bryce
asked in confusion as he spread his thumb and index finger
apart.

“Yes. At this
stage in the pregnancy, your baby also has two arms, two legs and
eyelids,” Dr. Rainer replied.

“1.7cm?” Bryce
repeated a little louder, still looking confused.

“Yes,” I
giggled, “1.7cm.”

“How is that
even fucking possible?” he asked astonished. “Shit, I’m sorry.
Please excuse my mouth. I’m just slightly blown away here.”

“You’re
excused Bryce,” she offered with a smile and continued to record
the measurements. “Okay, let’s see if we can take baby’s heart
rate.”

She moved the
ultrasound wand and this time pushed it further into the base of my
abdomen, increasing my already increasing urge to urinate.
Don’t
need to pee. Don’t need to pee. Who am I kidding? I need to fucking
pee!
I willed myself to clench my pelvic floor muscle tightly
when a ticking noise sounded through the monitor, distracting me
from my desperate need for the toilet. Instantly, I gripped Bryce’s
hand as that wonderful repetitive popping—which made any doubt or
worry disappear into thin air—sounded throughout the room like
music to my ears.

I lifted my
head again to see the monitor of swirling shades of grey—which was
annoyingly useless because I couldn’t make out shit.

“Baby’s heart
has 165 beats per minute, that’s excellent,” Dr. Rainer informed
us.

I smiled—more
than smiled—I gleamed. I was pregnant again at age 35, my baby had
a heartbeat of 165 beats per minute, he or she measured 1.7cm and
had limbs, and the father of my little precious jelly bean was
standing next to me teary-eyed.
Hang on. Back the fuck up. He is
teary-eyed. Oh my God, he is teary. Shit, now I’m teary.

He leaned down
and pressed his lips to mine, and a lone tear fell from his eyelid
onto my cheek. I placed my hands on either side of his face and
kissed him back.

He broke free
from my lips and rested his forehead against mine.

“I love you,”
he whispered.

“I love you,
too,” I replied softly.

Bryce stood
back up as Dr. Rainer turned off the monitor and wiped my belly
with a towel. We were staring at each other, both of us still
highly emotional and amazed by the little miracle growing inside of
me. It was just such a wonderful feeling.

“Okay. Now,
Alexis, seeing as your blood type is A-Negative, I would like to
give you an Anti-D injection, and then your next one will be at the
twenty-eight week mark of your pregnancy. I’d also like to schedule
another appointment and ultrasound for standard screening tests, in
say...three weeks?”

“Yes, of
course,” I answered.

“Now sit up on
the bed for me please while I get the Anti-D ready.”

She moved
across to a bench top to prepare the needle as I sat myself up.

Bryce stood
behind me and placed his hands on both my shoulders. “What’s an
Anti-D injection?” he asked with scepticism.

“Alexis’ blood
Rhesus factor is negative, Bryce. Therefore her blood does not
contain D antigen. Both Nate and Charlotte had positive Rhesus
factors. So, if their blood had mixed with Alexis’ at any stage,
antibodies would have been formed. Now, if those antibodies cross
the placenta and mix with your baby’s blood, it would cause serious
complications. The Anti-D in the injection destroys any trace of
Rhesus positive blood in Alexis’ circulation. That is why we give
it to mothers with negative Rhesus factors during and after
pregnancy. It’s precautionary.”

“Right...and
it’s perfectly safe?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

“Bryce, I’ve
had it before. I had to have it during both my pregnancies with
Nate and Charli. So it’s fine,” I reassured him.

“Okay, I’m
just checking.” He moved to stand opposite me while Dr. Rainer
injected the Anti-D into my arm.

“While we are
‘just checking’ things, Dr. Rainer...” I looked at Bryce with a
smirk.
Yes, Alexis now has a smirk of her own.
“Can you
please inform Mr. Clark here, that it is perfectly fine to have
sexual intercourse during pregnancy?”

She laughed.
“Yes, it’s perfectly safe. Alexis has a mucus plug that seals her
cervix and helps guard the baby from infection. The amniotic sac
and her strong uterine muscles will also keep baby safe. So go
ahead, have as much sexual intercourse as you like.” She smiled at
Bryce, and he seemed satisfied, so I smiled at her.
I love you,
Dr. Rainer.
I then shot Bryce an ‘I told you so look’ as he
helped me climb down from the bed.

“Here is your
blood test referral, Alexis. If you have any other questions please
don’t hesitate to give me a call. I will see you in three weeks,
okay?”

Both of us
thanked Dr. Rainer and made our way out of the clinic.

***

I watched
Bryce very closely as we drove home from my obstetrician’s office,
having the incredible urge to launch myself on top of him. The
problem with that was we were driving, and placing myself on his
lap would prove not only to be dangerous but also slightly crazy.
So I had to sit there—as horny as hell—and wait.
Maybe I could
just lean in and lick his one-day-old stubble, or nibble on his
juicy ear lobe.

Salivating and
pulsating from what I knew was not far away, I decided to utilise
the aggravating delay by carefully taking in everything about
him.

I spied what I
normally spied when I looked at him: his sexy blonde hair that fell
to his ears, his defined cheeks bones and jaw line, his soft thick
lips, and that short delicious stubble. However, this time I also
spied something new: a smile that was unlike his normal, fun-loving
and heart-stoppingly cheeky smile. No, this smile was a new one—an
excited one, an incredulous one, and an overall proud one. My sexy,
Mr. I’m-Going-To-Be-Daddy Clark was simply over-the-moon happy, and
he had the perfect smile to prove it.

I was already
incredibly turned on and horny as hell, but having to sit there and
look at him with that particular expression on his face, had my
sexual urge for him going through the roof.
For the love of all
fucks.

I bit down on
my lip—because I couldn’t bite his—and then swallowed heavily.
“When we get home, I want a screaming orgasm, and seeing as I am
not allowed to drink alcohol, I’m talking about the non-liquid
version.”

I licked my
lips and waited for his reaction. He didn’t say anything, but I
noticed his eye twitch.

“When we get
home, I am going to have my screaming orgasm by riding the fuck out
of you in this Lexus.”

This time he
looked over slightly as I bit down on my finger nail. He returned
his gaze back to the road only to grip the steering wheel
tighter.

“You have
deprived your pregnant lover of the sex she has so desperately
needed, and she is not happy, Mr. Clark. Nor is she going to wait a
second longer once in your basement car park—”

He
interrupted. “Hunny, I did it for a reason.”

“Bryce, you
didn’t listen to me.”

“Hunny, I
wanted to be sure.”

“Bryce, you
didn’t listen to me.”

“Hunny, I
fucking love you and my baby so much. There was no way in hell I
was going to put my dick and its needs ahead of you both.”

“Bryce...” I
waited for him to look at me.

“What?”

“I fucking
love you and our baby so much too, so I forgive you. But...you are
going to have to make it up to me for the next 24 hours. Do you
understand?”

“Yes.” A small
smile appeared across his face as he pressed his foot on the
accelerator just a tiny bit harder.