Strictly Professional (18 page)

“Ah, God, Brandon.”

“Tell me you want me.”

“More than anything in this world.”

Two fingers dove inside her pussy and she almost climaxed from the sensation. He finger fucked her pussy for several long moments before he slipped them out and said, “I want inside you.”

She shivered with need. “The bed?”

“No. Here. Now.” He lifted his head to meet her gaze. “Turn around and bend over.”

A smile tripped across her lips. “I think I’m gonna like this.”

Once she’d gotten into position, the head of his cock bumped against her swollen labia as the stream of water splattered on her back.

“Open for me, baby.” She spread her thighs more and he slid inside with a tortured groan. “God, you feel good.”

She flipped her hair back and pushed against his groin. “Please, Brandon.”

His pelvis slapped against her ass and she whimpered in need when he filled her completely.

“How can you feel so good? So tight. So hot. So perfect,” he moaned with each thrust of his hips. His tongue found a path up her spine and she trembled with each sensation he caused. Teeth nipped along the ridges of her back.

His cock pounding into her and the slickness of his tongue on her back sent her spiraling out of control. Her pussy clamped around him, milking him, demanding he come inside her. Her name whispered on a prayer is what she heard when he surged and spilled his seed.

* * * *

“You didn’t tell me your daddy was my boss,” the cowboy said when he peered over the fence.

“You didn’t ask.”

He shrugged and laughed. “I guess I had that coming.” His gaze focused on her large abdomen. “Some things have changed since we danced.”

“No, really? How’d you guess?”

“Smart-ass.”

She smiled and stuck out her hand. “Name’s Savannah.”

“Cord.”

“Nice to meet you, Cord.”

“You too, Savannah.”

She tipped her head toward the mare he held. “Working with that one?”

“Yeah. She’s not likin' the saddle very well.”

Savannah squatted near the fence and looked under the mare’s belly before she straightened up. “Loosen her cinch a little. She’ll be better. Women don’t like it tight.”

He cocked an eyebrow and said, “No? I know some who do.”

A bubble of laughter burst from her lips. “Are you flirting with me, Cord?”

“Of course. You’re a beautiful woman and the boss’ daughter. I ain't stupid.” A flash of a grin, spread across his mouth.

Typical man. Flirt until the cows come home, but when it comes to a real relationship, they run for the hills.

“Savannah?” Brandon replied when he slipped his hand along her back. "You okay?"

Cord’s eyes narrowed when Brandon stepped behind her.

“Guess I’ll see you around, Savannah.” Cord tipped his head in acknowledgement of the possessive way Brandon caressed her shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for the tip with the mare. I’ll see how it works out.”

“It’ll work. Trust me. I’ve been around a few horses in my time.”

“I bet you have.” His gaze raked down her belly and then focused on the man behind her. “Good luck.”

* * * *

“Brandon,” she whispered when she touched his face. She hated to wake him, but she didn’t have a choice.

“Mmm.”

“Wake up.”

He came awake with a start. “What?”

“We need to go to the hospital.”

“Are you sure? Right now?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I think my water broke.”

“Yeah. Right.” He searched around the room. “Where the hell are my pants?”

“Calm down, daddy.” She grabbed his jeans off the chair and handed them to him. A giggle left her lips when he hopped around on one foot while he tried to slip them on in a hurry. He frowned and snapped them before he slipped his t-shirt over his head.

“Where are my shoes?”

“Damn, Brandon. Do I have to dress you, too?”

He waggled his eyebrows and said, “I can undress you.”

She laughed. “Not right now, you’re not.”

“Party-pooper.”

Another contraction gripped her stomach and she moaned. His arm went around her shoulder when she slid her hands over her tight abdomen.

“You okay?”

“I’ll be fine once your son decides to make his appearance.”

He grabbed his shoes and slipped them on. “Where’s your bag?”

“Do I have to do everything?”

“Just tell me where the damned bag is,” he grumbled.

“Next to the door.”

Grabbing the handle, he pulled open the bedroom door. “Let’s go.”

“We shouldn't wake my parents until we know this is for sure.”

“I’ll call them from the hospital once we determine if this is truly labor. Okay?

“Fine.”

He helped her out to the car, threw her bag into the backseat, and shut the door behind her before he ran around the front and slipped behind the wheel. They’d toured the labor and delivery department two weeks ago when she’d pre-registered at the hospital after one of her doctor’s appointments. They knew exactly where to go, but she wished she could have had Mandy deliver the baby. At the time though, she and Brandon hadn’t been on the best of terms and she had thought her only option was to come home, back to Destiny, to deliver her baby.

Another contraction gripped her and he took her hand in his when she moaned.

“How far apart are they?”

“About five minutes.”

“Are you sure your water broke?”

“No, I’m not sure, but it didn’t smell like urine.”

“I could have checked your cervix at the house.”

Her eyebrow rose. “I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“I do not want your fingers there unless they are doing something else and checking my cervix isn’t it.” A crack of laughter left his mouth and he shook his head. “Tonight, neither of us are physicians, Brandon. Tonight, we are only expectant parents.”

He brushed his fingers against her cheek and said, “Yes, momma.”

“That means no ordering the nurses around, no getting upset when things aren’t going your way...”

“I don’t...”

“Yes you do, Brandon. I’ve worked beside you for several months and I’ve seen how you are, so don’t try to tell me differently.”

He crossed his chest and gave her a dimpled smile. “All right. I promise to behave.”

“Thank you.”

He pulled the car into the parking lot and shut it off before he turned to her. “You’re going to let me in there, right?”

She glowered at him for a moment. “You are the father.”

“That doesn’t mean anything these days and you know it.”

“Yeah, well.” She shrugged.

The two of them had come to a truce over the last three weeks since he had shown up on her parent’s doorstep. She didn’t consider them a couple and she didn’t think he did either, although she’d broken down and let him into her bed on several occasions, like last night. Hell, he'd been more in her bed lately than his own.

After he’d joined her in the shower and fucked her until she screamed his name, she’d decided she would at least get some enjoyment out of having him close by.

I’m not going to admit my feelings. I won’t let him hurt me that way.

“Yes, you’ll be allowed in there.”

“Good.” He popped open the door and walked around to her side. She had to admire his broad chest and trim hips. He turned many an eye at their hospital and around town there in Destiny and it drove her crazy. With his dark hair and sexy eyes, several women had done a double take when they'd been in town. Never mind his nicely rounded ass all deck out in a pair of Wranglers. The ultimate cowboy. He could probably model for the jean company if he wanted to.

I’m not jealous. I refuse to be jealous.

“Ready?”

She sighed. “Do I have a choice?”

He laughed. “Not really.”

“Let’s get this over with, then.”

“Do you need a wheelchair?’

“No, I think I can...oh!”

“Savannah?”

“Get a chair.”

He disappeared inside and came back a moment later with a wheelchair and she struggled to sit down. “Hang on, baby.”

She shot him a confused looked. It was the first time he’d called her that except for when they had sex.

Within moments, she’d been wheeled into a labor room, told to take off her clothes, and slip on a gown and get comfortable. The nurse said she’d be right back to check her cervix and Savannah struggled into a comfortable position in the bed while Brandon paced the room.

“Sit down.”

The look in his eyes gave her pause.
He almost looks...worried.

Another contraction hit her and she moaned. He swiftly moved to her side and took her hand in his while he pushed the hair back from her face.

When the contraction dissipated, she said, “Everything will be fine, Brandon. The baby is full term.”

“I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“What?”

“In pain.”

“It’s part of the process.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I went through the same courses you did for an OB rotation. It’s not the same when it’s someone you care about.”

The next contraction hit her, preventing her from asking what he meant by that remark and then a moment later, the nurse came in.

“Would you like to step out while I check her?” she asked Brandon.

“I...”

“Out!” Savannah yelled, pointing at the door.

He held up his hands and backed out, shutting it behind him.

When it had shut, the nurse laughed and shook her head. “Typical father. Okay. With the next one, I’ll check your cervix. How far apart are they?”

Savannah looked at the clock and said, “About three minutes now.”

“Let me know when it’s coming.”

She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but within moments, her stomach began to tighten.

“Now?” the nurse asked.