His Hotcakes Baby (18 page)

“It is absolutely unbelievable how you
recovered almost overnight. We have reviewed all the test results and
everything is normal.”

“Does that mean we can go home?”

“Not just  yet, Mackenzie.  Let us
rather be safe than sorry.  I’d rather you stay another forty eight hours.”

“I agree.  Hotcakes, stop frowning.  I
want to be sure you are one hundred percent better.  I also think we will stay
here in Nassau for another two weeks, just to be sure.”

“I want to go home, Chase!”

“Two weeks is not that long, honey.”

She sulked, but relented when he
hugged her close and kissed her temple.  She felt the slight tremble in his
arms and wrapped hers around his waist.  She looked at Stiles.

“Doctor, what happened here … what are
the chances that it would happen again?”

“Very slight.  It is very rare that it
happens without signs during pregnancy.  I can safely say and I have concurred
with other specialists, your case was an anomaly.”

“So we can safely have more children
without this happening again.”

“I would say the chances of this
happening again to you, is less than 0.05%, Mackenzie.  Now, I want you to
remain in bed and rest for the next two days.  I’ll be back later in the
afternoon again.”

Chase pulled the sheet over her and
smoothed it over her legs.  He avoided her eyes, but his voice was harsh.

“It doesn’t matter what he says,
Mackenzie.  I am not prepared to take the chance again.”

“But Babe …”

“No.  We will not have any more
children.”

He got up from bed and picked up his
shaving kit and disappeared into the bathroom.  Mackenzie’s heart contracted. 
She would never forget the look of utter helplessness in his eyes every time
she looked at him.  She tried to let him know with her eyes that all was well
every time, but without success.

One way or another, she would have to
find a way to make him forget or rather accept what happened and move on. 
Everyone was so concerned with her, they never realized what an impact it had
on Chase.

“Ahh
… home sweet home!  I have never been so glad to see this island than right at
this moment.”

Mackenzie sighed as they landed on the
island.  Chase did not want to take Carter on the speed boat and for once the
two of them were in agreement.

 Essie came rushing to the door the
minute they walked through it, exclaiming in awe at Carter.  She clasped her
hands in front of her face.

“Oh, he is so beautiful!  May I hold
him?”

“Of course, Essie. I am sure the two
of you are going to become very well acquainted in a very short time.”

Essie took him in her arms and just
stared at him.  She looked at Chase and then at Mackenzie.

“I am so glad you are well, Mack.  We
were all so worried.  When is it his feeding time?  May I … would you mind …”

“Of course you may give him his
bottle, Essie.  Why don’t you go and change his nappy in his room so long,
while I prepare his bottle.”

Essie walked up the stairs, staring
wonderingly at the tiny baby in her arms, who was still sleeping soundly.  He
was a very good baby and has been sleeping through for the past two nights. 
Mackenzie could not believe that at four weeks he was sleeping through already.

Both Chase and her spent a lot of
quality time with their son. Both of them bathed him at night and it was the
one part all three of them treasured.  Carter loved his bath time and they were
just as wet as he by the end.  Even as small as he was, he splashed his hands
in the water.

They settled in a well-oiled routine
with Essie’s assistance. Chase continued working on his book.  At least while
they were in Nassau he managed to do some research.  But he did lose at least a
month that he needed to catch up on.

In all of this Mackenzie was extremely
frustrated.  Stiles gave her a script for contraceptives, which she has been
taking since she left the hospital. 

Chase hugged her and always sat close
to her wherever they were.  He kissed her, but not the deep sensual kisses she
craved, just warm connections of their lips.  He held her in his arms every
night in bed, but he has yet to make love to her.   Whenever she tried to
initiate something more he would tell her he was tired or went to his study to
work.

She realized he was still trying to
work through what happened to her. She thought she had given him more than
enough space and time.  Yet it was as if there was a distance between them that
got larger by the day.  He withdrew further and further away from her until she
wanted to scream.

Chase had come to bed well after
midnight the night before and Mackenzie woke up before him for the first time
since they returned, to find him still sleeping.  He was on his back with his
one arm under his head and the other around her shoulders.

She turned to him and pressed her body
against his hard side, closing her eyes when her nipples tightened in
reaction.  She slowly caressed the hard contours of his chest and traced every ridge
of his abs.  She smiled when his shaft noticeably stiffened under his sleeping
shorts, which he started wearing upon their return.

She pushed on her knees and swung her
one leg over his and laid down on top of him sighing at the hard ridge pressing
against the apex between her thighs.  She leaned closer to his lips and slowly
rubbed hers back and forth over his.  He sighed and his one hand fell on her
hip.  She swept her tongue inside his mouth and slowly explored the inner
recesses of his mouth.  Her tongue tangled with his and she deepened the kiss
the moment she felt him come awake.  His hand tightened on her hip and his lips
hardened against hers when he returned her kiss in answer to her sensual
demand.

Mackenzie moved her hips against his
hard ridge, slowly up and down and then rotated against him.  He growled and
the kiss turned wild.  The next moment she was on her back and he was gone. 
She rose on her elbows and looked around the room, but he was already out the
door.  She heard a splash in the pool and realized it was him.  She screamed at
the top of her voice.  Her frustration so high, she could easily commit murder
with a smile … her husband’s murder!

From that point the atmosphere between
them became even more strained.  Mackenzie very openly showed her annoyance. 
Chase, the poor man, realized he might need some dental work soon from all his
clenching.

She was openly taunting him and he was
at the end of his tether.  It would not take much more for him to combust, but
he refused to touch her.  Not yet.  Not until all has been resolved.

“Don’t you have any bras anymore,
Mackenzie?”

She looked up from where she just took
her seat across the breakfast table.  She was wearing a mini denim skirt with a
very short, very tight stretch top.  Her breasts were pushed together and she
made sure her nipples were hard and pebbled before she walked past him to sit
down.

Two can play this game of his!

“Oh, I have plenty, Babe.  Do you want
me to model them for you tonight?”

He scowled at her and grumbled
something that sounded like a witch that found pleasure in torturing him.  He
nearly swallowed his tongue when she stretched her hands high above her head
and arched her back, pushing her hard nipples enticingly upward. He cursed as his
shaft rose steadily until it pressed so hard against the zipper of his jeans,
he swore he would have indentation of the hooks permanently stamped on his
dick!

He salivated just thinking of tasting
those succulent nipples of hers on his tongue, in his mouth.  Bloody tempting
witch! Essie carried Carter in having just taken him for his morning stroll,
which was her special time with him.

He shrieked excitedly when he saw them. 
In his excitement he grabbed Mackenzie’s hair in his tiny fist.  She shrieked
and cried out in pain.  She desperately tried to loosen the tight little fist
from around the strands, but to no avail.

Chase came to the rescue and gently
pried the little hand open while Carter gurgled and smiled at him.  Mackenzie
sighed with relief when the painful tugging stopped.  She wrapped her hand
around Chase’s thigh and smiled at him, sensually caressing the soft skin on
his inner thigh.  His breath wheezed out of his throat and he clenched his
teeth.

“Thank you, Babe.  It felt as if he
was about to tear all my hair out.”

He could not get away from her fast
enough and missed her secretive smile.  Hopefully she would be able to refrain
from jumping his bones until she has managed to break through his resolve.

Chase walked directly to the bathroom
when he came to their room around eleven that night.  He tried to ignore
Mackenzie who sat in front of the dressing table with only a towel wrapped
around her.  She was busy removing her makeup and smiled when she heard the
shower running.  She got up and walked into the bathroom.  Chase stood with his
back to her, leaning with both his hands against the tiles in front of him
against the shower wall. The water cascaded down his body.

Mackenzie swallowed.  Oh Lord, he was
just so tempting and she could not wait to feel his big, hard length inside her
again.

She pulled the towel off and hung it
on the rail.  She got into the bath filled with lukewarm water and bubbles. 
Something Chase completely missed in his hurry to get into the shower.

Mackenzie lowered into the tub and
leaned her head back against the edge of the tub, her eyes trained on her
gorgeous naked husband.  He slammed his palm against the tiled wall in front of
him and grabbed the shampoo.  She watched him lather his hair through half
lidded eyes.  She pulled her arms over her head and arched her back so that her
breasts stood up, shiny and wet in the light.

Chase turned to rinse his hair and he
nearly combusted from the vision of his tempting and sinful wife arching in the
bathtub.  He salivated again and groaned as his shaft slammed to instant
arousal.  Good Lord, it was clearly her sole aim to cause his early demise.  He
did not know how much longer he would be able to stay away from her. She was
just too much of a temptation.

He finished his shower in record time,
keeping his back turned to Mackenzie all the while.  He stormed past her with a
towel around his waist and he glared at her in passing.  She smiled sweetly at
him.  He was nearly at the door when her soft voice stopped him.

“Babe.  Would you do me a favor
please?”

“What?”  His voice was brusque and
unfriendly.

“Wash my back.”

He hit his forehead against the wall
in front of him and winced.

“I … ahum … am sure your back is quite
clean from soaking in the tub so long.”

“Please, Babe. It feels … itchy.”

He knew of something else that was
itchy.

Itchy to whip her ass for tempting
him.

Itchy to caress her soft nipples.

Itchy to suck them into his mouth.

Itchy to bury deep inside her and give
her the ride of her damn life!

He stalked back to her side and
grabbed the sponge she handed to him, her eyes sparkling.  He took the bottle
of liquid soap she always used and spurted a generous amount on the sponge and
went down on his knees behind her.  Instead of just sitting forward, she rose
on her knees, her perfect rounded ass caressed by the water at the top of her
legs.  He sucked in a deep breath.

He reached forward and gently stroked
the sponge down her back, long slow strokes and then small circles and lower. 
The sponge followed the slope of her lower back and over the roundness of her
ass cheeks.  Her breathing increased and his caresses with the sponge became
slower, more sensual.  He dropped the sponge and his hands curved around her
ass, softly caressing and kneading the perfect cheeks.  He stroked his finger
down the crack in between and Mackenzie groaned loudly.

The next moment he dunked her head under
the water, laughing when she spluttered and shrieked when she managed to slide
back up against the back of the tub.

“You need to wash your hair,
hotcakes.”

She shrieked at him.  The fiend just
chuckled and walked into their bedroom. He of course, should have realized she
would not let him get away with it that easily. 

The damn temptress knew very well he
adored her breasts and it was those wicked tools she used to extend his torture
even further.  She walked back into the room and Chase’s breathe struggled to
escape from his lungs.

She was naked.

Bared ass naked.

Her breasts jiggled gently as she
walked towards the dressing table and sat down.  She brushed her hair and
started to dry them with the hair dryer.  She turned in such a way that her
breasts was right there.

In his face.

All the time.

Jiggling with every lift of her arm.

Bobbing with every sweep of her hand
through her hair.

She was nothing other than a wicked
witch!

He plonked over on his stomach and
groaned when his rock hard dick nearly cracked his hip!

He slammed his bedside lamp off and
turned his head away from Mackenzie and closed his eyes.  The sooner he fell
asleep, the better!

He gnashed his teeth when he felt her
warm lips between his shoulder blades.

“Night, Babe.”

“Hmm.”

He stiffened when she laid down beside
him and pressed her pebbled nipples against his side and draped her leg over
his to let it fall between his.  She pushed closer and he nearly had a climax
right there and then when he felt her heated and wet core press against his
leg.  He surged up on his arms and glared at her.

She looked at him questioningly.  The
witch was still naked!

“Where is your sleeping shirt?”

“Oh, it has been so hot lately and
besides, I never used to sleep with anything before, so why is it a problem
now?”

“What if Carter wakes up in the middle
of the night?”

“Babe, it is just us in the house and
besides, I am relatively sure he is too small to know whether I am naked or
not.”

“I sure as hell will.”

“But then it is not you I will be
rocking against my breast, so you can relax, Babe.”

He plonked his head back on his pillow
and muttered irritably.

“Relax my ass.”

Mackenzie smiled with pleasure at his
irritation, well aware why he was lying on his stomach.

His
resistance is crumbling.  Slowly, but surely!

After
a week of similar torture Chase was ready to commit murder … or suicide! 
Anything to put an end to Mackenzie singularly breaking down every one of his
reasons for staying away from her.  Or just making him forget why he even had
them.

Mackenzie woke early one morning,
dressed and went to look for Chase but could not find him anywhere.  Carter was
still asleep and she worried her lip.  He was always around until after Carter was
fed.  This morning he was nowhere to be found.