Natalie Acres (31 page)

“I can’t believe how grown up they are,” Mitch said.

“Yeah,” Trixie said, sensing the angst in the air and refusing to broach the subject apparently hanging high in the balance. “Ansley is still hung up on new love and all she talks about is her honeymoon stage of romance.”

“Do you like her fellas?” Mitch asked.

“Oh sure,” she replied. “Tristan and Bailey are brothers. Did you know that?”

“I haven’t met Bailey,” Mitch said, a distant look in his eyes. “I vaguely remember Elliott and Graham.”

Trixie brushed her fingertips across the back of his hand. “Mitch, Bailey is a good guy. He only killed Jordie Anne in self-defense and to protect his brother and Ansley.”

“I’ve read all the reports.”

“Do you ever miss her?” Trixie asked.

Mitch narrowed his gaze. “I miss who she used to be before she went crazy, Trixie, but even if I miss the lost girl, a person I viewed as a friend, I still want you. You were always the one for me.”

“But you don’t want to go home with us. I don’t understand. You’ve been away from us for so long, Mitch. Come home with us. Let me love you.”

Mitch moistened his lips. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll let you love me all right, sub.”

A double dose of arousal slipped over her pussy lips after she caught that guttural edge in his voice.

“I’m warning you, baby,” Mitch said. “Keep looking at me like you want me and I’ll give you exactly what you need—hospital bed or no hospital bed.”

Trixie laughed. “Well, the doctor is on his way up so we’d better behave for now.”

Mitch grunted and backed away from the bed. He settled in his chair, thrusting his legs forward and crossing his ankles. Clasping his hands in his lap, he stared at the ceiling.

“The furniture around here isn’t much on comfort.”

“I’m fine,” Mitch assured her.

“I’m not,” she said, sitting up in bed.

Jolting to attention, he came forward all at once. “Are you hurting somewhere?”

“No,” she replied. “Unless you count my heart.”

“Oh, baby,” Mitch said. “I don’t want to cause you pain.”

“Why won’t you go home with us?”

“I can’t, Trixie. I belong at Cow Camp. I have goals and dreams for the place.” A beat later, he said, “Trixie, I need you to know something.”

“Yes?” she asked, all at once hopeful. Would he profess his love now that they were alone? Would he assure her of his undying devotion and commitment to her?

“I’m in love with you. I would like to have an everlasting relationship with you—yes, for the rest of my life—but I’ve always been a man who needs his space.” He took her hand in his. “Can you try to relate to what I’m saying here?”

“I…I guess.”

“What I’m trying to say is—if you’ll have me—if you’ll consider me a part of your family and your lover, I promise you I’ll never hold another woman in my arms. I’ll never take another woman to my bed.”

“How can you be so sure, Mitch?” she asked, cursing her insecurities and realizing at the same time that these insecurities began about three months ago.

Pregnancy played hell on her emotions.

“I love you,” he said. “I may love differently than Brock and Rory, but I love you as much as a man can love a woman. I couldn’t take another woman to bed if she threw herself on me. I just have no desire except one—you.”

“I’m jealous,” she admitted. “It drives me crazy to think about you owning and operating a BDSM lifestyle retreat.”

“You have nothing to worry about. Besides, you’ll come to visit often. We’ll see one another whenever we can, maybe several times a month.”

“But you don’t want to live with me?”

“Right now, I need to put my life back together again. I want to start the business and see where all of that takes me but I’m committed to you, Trixie. And I’ll be in your life.”

“That’s all that matters then,” she said, cupping his cheek.

What started out as an innocent touch soon turned provocative. Mitch leaned forward and gave her a bruising kiss, his tongue traveling through her lips on a ravenous journey.

“I need to make a believer out of you,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her from the bed.

“Mitch, someone will walk in and catch us,” she warned him, but her pussy was already damp and ready for him.

He carried her to the bathroom and locked the door. Immediately, he released her, working his belt through the loops and yanking down his zipper as if he were desperate to thrust his cock inside her.

“So much for controlled training,” Trixie teased.

His hooded eyes turned darker and his jaw tensed.

She witnessed the internal debate when he hesitated. Then, as if he realized time was of the essence and there was very little to waste, he hoisted her into his arms, pushed her hospital gown up to her waist, and cupped her bare ass.

“I always loved these gowns,” he whispered across her lips. “Patients rarely wear their undergarments.”

“This patient was hoping for a good romp from one of her men,” she whispered, arching her neck and moaning aloud as he thrust inside her.

His lips went to her neck. He covered her skin with wet kisses, his breathing ragged as he hammered inside her pussy.

God, she loved this man, the unbridled passion he stirred within her, the unadulterated lust he instilled in her.

“Oh my God, Mitch,” she breathed, her breasts throbbing as she reached under her gown and tweaked her own nipples, watching his dark eyes as he acknowledged her actions.

Pinning her hips to the walls, he stared down at her pussy. “Such a beautiful submissive woman.”

On the other side of the door, someone knocked. “Mrs. Sheldon, are you all right in there?”

Mitch didn’t stop fucking her. The door shimmied behind her. Trixie was lost, so drunk on the lust, she could barely call out, “Just a minute!”

“You need more than a minute, lover,” Mitch said, nipping her ear.

Her pussy clenched around his cock as he hammered forward. Beads of sweat peppered his brow as he worked for her release and his own, determined to finish regardless of who stood on the other side of the door.

Trixie climbed him like a ladder. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he screwed himself tighter inside her walls.

Her mouth fell open as the pleasure consumed her. Her pussy milked his cock, vibrated around him.

“More,” she breathed.

“Want some more, do you?” he asked, pulling out and dropping to his knees. “I’ve got more, baby.”

He blew a soft breath over her clit and stuffed three fingers inside her, twirling them high, making her crazy as his tongue swirled around the stiff digits. He licked her clit, flicking the hard button until she was moments, mere seconds away from an explosive end.

“Mitch, come here,” she whispered, trying to pull him to his feet. “The doctor is waiting.”

“He can stand by,” he said, pushing his fingers still higher.

Her body jerked in response. This was so incredible, too hot, so naughty.

Another knock fell upon the door.

“You two okay in there?” Brock. It was Brock’s voice on the other side. “The doctor is outside the room waiting for the two of you to finish whatever it is you’re doing in there.”

“Just a minute, Brock,” she rasped. “Just. Another. Second.”

Mitch glanced up and grinned. “I ain’t rushing this, sub.”

“Mitch, please,” she said, pumping her hips forward.

He gave her one long swipe. Then another. And one more.

“Right there. Oh God yeah, Mitch. Right there.” Her body swayed in response.

He rose to his feet then and hooked her legs around his waist once more. This time, when he entered her, he acted like a savage warrior, a man who wanted to dominate and claim.

Oh God, he was destroying her. She needed to come. She needed to feel him exploding inside her.

He worked his hips in a circular motion. Staring into her eyes, he asked, “How’s that feel, baby? Is this what you like?”

“Yes, yes,” she replied, cupping his neck and drawing his lips to hers.

She greedily took a kiss, thrusting her tongue deep inside the heart of his warm, succulent mouth. Their tongues matched his cock’s rhythm and she moaned into their kiss, wanting to hear those words from her Dom, dying to hear him grant her the permission she needed.

Their lips parted. His mouth lingered only a breath away from her ear, the ragged breaths against her lobe tickling her senses and leaving her shivering in his arms.

“Let me come, my sweet Dom.”

“You want to come?” he teased, screwing her pussy with pure male aggression.

Clutching her hips, he hammered inside her. He mashed his forehead to hers. His lips were set in a firm line as his thrusts turned into agonizing beats.

“Now, sub,” he crooned, turning his cheek to her lips as his body went rigid then jerked violently against hers.

Trixie’s walls closed around his cock as incredible tremors left her wilting in his arms. Pleasure. Oh God, there was so much pleasure.

Mitch’s hot release filled her. He came screaming her name, calling her his woman, assuring her of his devotion.

As her orgasm subsided, she locked her arms around his neck and held him close. How in the world had she ever lived without him? And how would she manage to say good-bye again even for a little while?

“I guess I’d wear a silly little grin, too, if I’d just had my cock rocked like the end of the world was coming,” Brock said.

“Don’t pout,” Trixie said, giving Brock a taste of his own medicine. He often accused her of pouting and she loved taking her jabs whenever an opportunity existed. “It’s unbecoming.”

“I’ll show you unbecoming,” he said, grabbing her hand and settling it on the bulge between his thighs. “I’m beginning to have a complex. The last few times those sexy legs of yours have parted, Mitch has been the one between them.”

“We’ll have to do something about that soon,” Trixie said, squeezing the denim-clad package. “If you don’t mind to keep the doctor waiting, we could take care of your little problem now.”

“You can handle me on the ride home,” he said. “The good doctor is a little perturbed. He’s off to a golf game as soon as he signs you out.”

“Uh-oh,” Trixie muttered. “I guess I’d better jump back in bed and play the good patient.”

“You’ve already ruined that image,” Rory said, winking.

A few moments later, Trixie’s physician knocked on the door. “Mrs. Sheldon?”

“Yes, Doctor?” she asked, throwing a sheet over her legs. She could feel the sticky substance on her inner thighs. Mitch’s cum stained her legs and she could only imagine the horrified look on the doctor’s face if he happened to insist on examining her.

“Your nurse said she checked you out earlier this morning.” He glanced at Mitch. “I’m sure you’re glad to hear that.”

“Definitely,” Mitch replied, making a show out of reassembling his belt.

The physician cleared his throat. “All your vitals are good, Mrs. Sheldon, but I want you to see your regular doctor as soon as possible. With the pregnancy, you need to start thinking about prenatal care.”

“Thank you, I will,” she assured him.

He placed some papers on the nightstand and handed her a pen. “I just need your signature at the bottom of each page.”

Trixie scribbled her name on the documents, never bothering to read what she was signing. The room seemed thick with tension and she felt as if she were under specific scrutiny, if not outright condemnation.

Maybe the good doctor needed his woman to romp him behind a public door and he wouldn’t be so uptight. Good sex had always worked great wonders for her attitude. Maybe a rambunctious fuck would change his perspective, too.

“All done,” she announced, shuffling the papers then using the wood surface to evenly stack them together.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the forms when she thrust them forward.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Brock said, shaking his hand.

“Yes, we appreciate you,” Rory said, doing the same.

He glanced at Mitch as if he didn’t trust him. Mitch didn’t offer his hand, but finally the physician did the honors.

“Thank you for taking care of our woman,” Mitch said.

The doctor approached the door, stopped, and turned around. “Look, I wouldn’t be doing my job if I left here without giving you a warning.”

“Is something wrong with the baby?” Trixie asked.

“No, but Mrs. Sheldon, we performed a lot of tests, as you know. You’re um…how do I put this gently?” He stalled.

“Speak freely in front of us, Doctor.”

“Okay,” he said, crossing his arms in front of him. The forms Trixie had signed rested against his leg. His body language suggested he’d immediately relaxed. “A close friend of mine enjoyed the benefits of a multi-partner relationship so you might say I’m somewhat familiar with what goes on behind closed doors.”