Rachel's Accident (19 page)

Slowly he parted my legs with his knee and positioned his arousal at my entrance. I moaned again as he rubbed it around the opening, but didn’t enter me. When I was squirming he finally sank into me, taking his sweet time. We both groaned as he penetrated my tight, wet heat.

He stopped when he was seated inside me to the hilt. I was so incredibly full it was mind-blowing. I wiggled my butt a little to tell him to get a move on. He chuckled at my impatience and kissed my neck again.

Then he started moving his length slowly out of me and back in again in a quick thrust. I gasped at the pleasure. This angle allowed him to go even deeper inside of me than before.
I could already feel my orgasm building up again.

He didn’t seem to fare so well either because after a few repetitions of him wonderfully, quickly thrusting inside me and then slowly pulling out again his movements became jerky and uneven. I was already so close to the peak that I came with him as he shouted out and pumped his hot seed inside me. I screamed out my own pleasure and jerked in his arms.

We were both breathing heavily as we settled down on the bed. He hugged me tightly to his chest.

“I didn’t know if I could make you come again, but I would have made up for it if I hadn’t,” he panted in my ear.

I chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about me. This pregnancy is making me so sensitive I could come just from the sight of you.”

Now it was his time to chuckle and sigh. “I love that you’re so responsive to me
,
even before the pregnancy.”

He nuzzled my neck and spooned me, my back to his chest, hands still on my breasts. But it wasn’t an arousing touch anymore, it was soothing and comforting. I lay my hand over his and hugged it to me. We fell asleep
in that position.

The next day was quite hectic since we had to pack all our things again. I was still tire from the move back here only a few days ago, so I did as much as I could before resting for a while. Fortunately, we had Ethan to help us pack. He was responsible for all the heavy things.

We worked for six hours straight before finally taking a break to rest. Well, they did to be exact. I took many, many little breaks in between. But Jess and Ethan didn't seem to mind. We had recruited Ethan to pack all the heavy stuff while Jess and I were responsible for everything light. They had given me the pregnancy card, which I could play out any time I wanted.

But still I felt guilty making them do all the work and just idly sitting by and watching, so I did as much as I could and took breaks in between. I wondered how some women could work well into their eight month of pregnancy with this much strain on their bodies. I was amazed and awed at such strong women. I had always wanted to be one of those strong women, but I knew I was weak, especially mentally. And that took its effect on my body, too.

Ethan had hired a moving company to transport all our stuff to his house at once. So we didn't have to drive back and forth with our small cars like we did the week before as we moved in here with Trevor. Even with the added space in my new family van, which I had exchanged for the mustang Ethan had gifted
me,
we still needed to make multiple trips to move all our things here.

What concerned me a little, though, was that Ethan hadn't even lost a word about the car. He had been the one to buy me the new mustang and for me to just exchange it for a much cheaper car? I didn't even know whether he was angry at me or glad because we would need a family car for the babies.

But this time we had Ethan's help and would leave everything that belonged to Trevor behind. We would text him later to pick up his stuff or he could stay here alone. I didn't know what he would do and I didn't really care. Maybe he would move in with his new girlfriend.

The moving company would come the next day, so we left the small things for last. If they weren't finished by the time they came we could just take them in our own cars.

When evening came I wasn't the only one exhausted anymore. Jess, Ethan and I were lounging around on the couch in much the same position as the evening before. Jess and I were snuggled up to his sides and he seemed only too happy at all the female attention. We were all content with the situation, though. And even if we weren't we were much too tired to change anything about it.

I fell asleep, getting my back rubbed by my boyfriend. Or was he my boyfriend? I didn't even know if he was or not because we had never really talked about this before. I promised myself to bring it up tomorrow before I drifted off to sleep.

I was woken by the clattering noise of boxes being lifted and carried out with stomping feet. I groaned at all the commotion.

"Morning, sunshine," Ethan said as he gave me a kiss on my forehead.

I was lying alone on the uncomfortable couch. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. When I tried to sit up, though, I groaned again. My muscles were extremely sore from the work yesterday and even
more from the brutal couch. You should never sleep on that if you don't have a comfortably pillow lying beneath you (like Ethan, for example). And Ethan, ever the gentleman, helped me up into a sitting position.

"Are your muscles sore?" he asked me in a gentle voice.

"Yeah," I croaked back.

I looked around me. There were people from the moving company everywhere. I must have slept well into the afternoon while Jess and Ethan had finished with the boxes. I could hear Jess' voice outside in the hallway commanding the moving people around.

I was a little conscious of my appearance being seen by them. I always looked horrible right after waking up and I was sure I had morning breath, too.

"Why didn't you wake me before?" I asked Ethan.

"You looked so exhausted yesterday I thought it better to let you get as much sleep as possible."

I let him help me up from the couch and into my room. My tense muscles protested as I moved, but I didn't want to be like an exhibit at a gallery. I slowly sat down on the bed and Ethan immediately started kneading my sore back. I groaned in bliss as he massaged out all the knots.

When he was finished he wanted to kiss me on the lips, but I was too conscious of my morning breath and turned my head away. He looked a little hurt, but quickly masked it and smiled at me. I smiled back and got up to waddle to the bathroom. I wanted to use the toilet and brush my teeth so I could kiss him.

When I came back out, though, he was gone. I didn't think much of it. Instead I gathered fresh clothes and took a quick shower and changed. With my added body measures it took a little longer than anticipated to shower and change, but I was finally finished half an hour later.

When I came back out again I went in search of Ethan, but he was nowhere to be found. The people from the moving company had vanished, too, and so had all our boxes. Jess was the only one left.

"Have you seen Ethan?" I asked her a little panicky.

"Oh, he went ahead to let the moving people into the house. I thought he told you," Jess said with a frown.

I shook my head. "Maybe he told me through the bathroom door and I didn't hear him." I shrugged as if nothing was wrong. In truth, though, I was really concerned he thought I had rejected him. He really hadn't said a single word before leaving. I wanted to get to him as soon as possible and give him a big kiss to let him know I didn't mean it like that.

"Are you finished packing?" I asked Jess, impatient to get a move on now

"Yeah, I think so.
I’ll
make a final sweep and look if I forgot anything."

I nodded in agreement. "That's a good idea.
I’ll
do that, too."

We both went back to our rooms and looked around for anything we might need to take with us. Of course, I had forgotten to pack the dirty clothes from yesterday and all the hygiene things. I got my back pack and crammed everything in without much regard to where it ended up. I wanted to be done here as quickly as possible and get to Ethan.

Finally finished with everything we made our way out the door. Jess had to shoulder it closed before we could lock up. Then we drove to Ethan's house/mansion. It took us longer than we would have like because of rush hour. Ethan had probably picked the right moment to get the moving van through the city before rush hour started. Bit we weren't so lucky. We were stuck in traffic for two hours before we arrived at our destination at last.

It took another fifteen minutes to type in the security code for the gate and then
drive
up the long winding driveway.

"Wow," Jess gasped as the house came into view. Through the trees surrounding the property it was near impossible to catch a glimpse of the building. This was the first time ever Jess had seen the house. Until now she had only heard my descriptions of it.

"You were right," she said in awe. "It is one huge ass mansion, more like a castle."

She shook her head and smirked at me. "With all the screaming I hear every night I don't think he has to overcompensate for something, does he?" She raised an amused brow at me.

I was sure I flushed as red as a tomato as I whispered, "No, he doesn't."

Jess burst into hysterical laughter and I soon joined in, my embarrassment forgotten. Her laughter was just so infectious I couldn't help myself. This is how Ethan fond us when he came out of the front doors.

We were holding our bellies, bent over with laughter. He must have thought something was wrong because he was at my side in a second, throwing the car door open and asking me what was wrong. He gave me a concerned once over, but as he heard us laugh his features turned to confusion, which only made us laugh harder.

"I'm fine," I wheezed.

I was trying to stop laughing and catch my breath. Giggles were still bursting out of me uncontrollably, but most of the hysterical laughter was finally gone. I threw my arms around him before he could get up and walk away again and gave him a resounding kiss on the lips. He responded with so much desperate passion that I groaned low in my throat.

"Yeah, he really doesn't seem to need it,"
came
the murmured voice from behind me and the laughter started all over again, breaking the spell between me and Ethan.

He could only look perplexed and even more confused. "What's going on with you two?"

"Nothing," Jess and I said at the same time, which brought around another fit of giggles and laughter.

Ethan shook his head and lifted me out of the car. I wouldn't have been able to walk even with a gun held to my head. The laughter just wouldn't stop. I saw Jess falling out of the driver’s seat onto the
ground because of it and it made us both laugh even more. When she finally got up she staggered after us into the house.

After a good fifteen minutes we had finally calmed down to a responsive state. We could give serious answers if we were asked something. But it you had to strain to understand our groaned words. Our bellies were hurting so much from all the laughing we still had trouble breathing.

I felt the babies kick inside me and quickly called Jess and Ethan over. We all had our hands on my belly with expressions of awe on our faces as the babies kicked against our palms. I looked up to see Ethan beaming down at me with so much pride my heart was threatening to burst in my chest. He leaned down and kissed me and this time I didn't turn away. I savored his kiss to the fullest.

"Get a room," Jess said as I started moaning again. "There should be enough available in such a big house." She wiggled her brows at me and smirked.

I grinned back in return and couldn't suppress another giggle. We followed her advice and searched out our bedroom. There were so many memories here I had to stop and look around.

As Ethan started kissing and nuzzling my neck, though, all thoughts of the past vanished.
We made love on his comfortable bed made of clouds. At least, it felt that way after sleeping on my uncomfortable one for months. Even Ethan sighed as he sank into the soft mattress. We lay there for a while and let the afterglow wear off.

Then we
went
back to work, unpacking our stuff. We hadn’t wanted the moving people to put them anywhere randomly. I wanted to know exactly where everything was located, especially in my dream kitchen, where I planned to make delicious meals for my two small ones…and of course the big one.
Can’t forget about the man that just took me to heaven and back again.
I smirked to myself at the thought.

Jess had taken a few days off from work to move and get over her bad break up from Trevor. I on the other hand had still not been able to find a decent job since no one wanted to employ a pregnant woman, who would only be gone again in a couple of months. And I sure as hell didn’t want to put my babies around those seedy bastard types I had worked for before, even in their unborn state. Those bastards had had me work for less than the minimum wage for more hours and had had the worst possible customers imaginable. I would sooner cut myself than expect my babies to be around such people.

She had barricaded herself inside her new room at the far end of the hall. To keep herself save from overhearing our grueling torture to her ears, she had said.
We dragged her out of her room to help us unpack for the rest of the house. Her room was almost done anyway because we had been immersed in ourselves for quite a while back there. Even if I tired quickly after a small break I was as fit as a fiddle again.

For the time being we stashed the baby things, cradles, clothes and all, under the grand staircase in the entrance hall. We still had to decide which room to make a nursery out of and then decorate it properly.

The unpacking went over much quicker than the packing
the day before
. We didn’t have to decide what to keep and what to leave anymore. That had probably taken up most of our time packing yesterday.
Ethan had had to ask me and Jess about every little thing.