Time for Change (17 page)

When her mouth surrounded his length, Chris stumbled, gripping the
nearest wall to keep
himself
stable. Glancing down, he
watched her working his length. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pumped
into her waiting lips. She sucked hard before pulling away.

“Decorate the tree.”

Growling, he tried to work while she worked on his length. Once all the
tinsel was on the tree, and looking pretty good, she got off the floor to hand
him the lights. Her jeans were gone, and he tore his shirt off. They were naked
decorating the tree, and Chris knew he wouldn’t forget this first Christmas no
matter what.

By the time they came to the angel, Chris was so aroused, he didn’t know
how he managed to stand up straight. To him, it felt like all the blood in his
body was focused in his cock.

“It’s time for the angel,” she said.

Lifting her up, Chris sucked on her nipple as she put the angel on top
of the tree. They stood back, staring at their sensational masterpiece.

“It’s perfect,” she said.

“Good, we’re not changing a thing.”

Before she had chance to comment, he tugged on her hand, leading her
upstairs to their bedroom. He grabbed his bag of goodies on the way upstairs. Rachel
was laughing as he threw her to the bed. Chris put the goodies beside her but
focused more on his woman than anything else. She kissed him, opening her legs
to receive him. Gripping his shaft, he thrust inside her, moaning as her sweet
cunt rippled around him.

“So fucking good,” he said, going to his hands to pound inside her.

“Yes, Chris, fuck me hard.”

“Tell me everything you want.” He thrust hard and fast inside her,
touching her curvy body and knowing there would never be a time when he wasn’t
lusting after her.

“I want you to fuck me. Make me come, and then I want you to fuck my
ass, Chris. Since you’ve talked about it with me, I can’t stop thinking about
it. I’m working, and all I think about is you fucking me hard.”

Claiming her lips, he plunged his tongue inside. When he felt her orgasm
was close, he tore out of her body and dived between her legs, licking and
sucking her cream.

Her fingers gripped his hair, and she thrust up to meet him, smashing
her pussy onto his face.

He licked her clit, plunging his fingers into her cunt. She cried out
and screamed her release as he stroked over her g-spot.

“That’s right, baby,
come
for me.” He flicked
her clit with his thumb watching her come apart in his arms.

Removing his hand, he grabbed one of the condoms from the box he’d
bought. Taking the lube, he covered the latex. He kept hold of the bottle as he
pulled Rachel to her knees. Pushing plenty of the lube onto his fingers, he
pressed against her ass, watching her open up around his fingers.

She moaned, trying to take his fingers deeper. When he was satisfied
that she was ready for him with plenty of lube, he gripped his shaft.

Pressing the head to her anus, he waited for her to relax and push out.
They’d gone through this so many times, and Rachel knew what to do every step
of the way.

“Talk to me, baby,” he said.

“The head of your cock is inside me.” She sounded breathless to him.

Running a hand over the curve of her ass, Chris gave her time to grow
accustomed to just the tip of his cock inside her.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“You feel amazing. I want you to go deeper. I do want this, Chris.”

Nodding, he eased another inch of his cock into her ass. His patience
was back as she learned to take his cock. She let out a breath, and he moved
another inch inside her.

“Tell me to stop if it hurts.”

“I will.”

Pushing forward, he watched her ass open up to accept him. Chris gripped
her hips and eased the last few inches inside her until all of his cock was in
her ass.

“You’ve got me all.”

She chuckled.

He rubbed his hands down her back, all over her skin. Her ass tightened
around him. “Touch yourself, Rachel. Make yourself feel good.”

The sound of her fingers running through her wet slit turned him on.
Standing still, he waited for her to be ready for him to move.

Only when she started to wriggle on his cock and tease her clit at the
same time, did he move. Taking a firm hold of her hips, he pulled out of her
ass an inch then pressed back inside.

He kept his thrusts small, not going too hard or risking the chance of hurting
her. Everything was about prolonging their combined pleasure.

“Chris, please, I can’t stand it. Fuck me. I’m not going to break. I
want this.”

Tightening his hold on her hips, he fucked her ass but not too hard. She
brought herself to orgasm twice before he found his release. Chris filled the
condom as every part of his body was burning from the pleasure.

She collapsed to the bed, looking shyly at him over her shoulder. “We
just had anal sex,” she said, covering her mouth.

“Did you enjoy it?” Chris asked.

“I loved it. I want to do it again.”

Smiling, he pulled out of her ass. “Come on, I’m going to take care of
you.” Picking her up in his arms, he carried her through to their bathroom. He
ran a bath, adding some salts into the water.

Placing her inside the warm water, he climbed in behind her. Wrapping
his arms around her body, she relaxed against him.

“I never thought I could be this happy,” she said.

“You make me happy, Rachel.” There was so much more he wanted to say,
but he held his tongue not wanting to spoil their night together.

Talk to her.

“I love you, Chris.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

He kissed the top of her head, wishing he could say more, but right now,
he didn’t feel it was the right moment.

Chapter Fourteen

One week later

With only a matter of days to Christmas the ER was filling up with more
people having accidents. The ice on the roads was causing accidents. Rachel was
starting to hate the hospital. Holding the phone to her ear she listened to
Chris complain about another accident that had come in, stopping him from being
with her. In the other hand she held the light bulb that needed changing in the
living room.

“You know this is the third night this week,” she said, complaining.

“I know. I was also looking forward to movie night with you.” She’d gone
to the video shop and picked up plenty of movies to keep them occupied. “I
can’t stop people from hurting themselves, but I can fix the problems they
cause.”

“Right now
I’m hating
the fact you’re a
doctor.” She placed the bulb inside the light fitting. Climbing down the
ladder, she tested it to make sure it worked. When it was bright, she turned
the light off, put the ladders against the far wall and made her way
downstairs. The scent of burnt casserole filled the air.

“I know, baby. I can’t stop being the man you love. Being a doctor is
who I am.”

She rolled her eyes, knowing he couldn’t see her.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked.

In the background she heard the sirens and the chaos filling the line.
“You’re needed, right?”

“Yeah.
I can
talk for a few minutes.”

“No, you can’t.” She let out a sigh, looking at the dish she’d burnt the
casserole in. “I’m not doing much. I burnt the chicken casserole.”

“How did you do that?” he asked. “It sounded amazing when you were
talking about it this morning.”

“I put the oven on too high. I went out to take some measurements of the
garden, and when I came in, I fell asleep.” Keeping the pregnancy a secret was
really knocking her energy levels. She found herself getting sleepy all the
time. During sex the other day she’d stifled a yawn and was pleased Chris
hadn’t picked up on it.

“Baby, you need to take more care. I’ll pick up Chinese on my way home,
only the stuff you like. Promise me you’ll take good care of yourself,” he
said.

“Yes, I’ll take good care. I promise. I look forward to Chinese, and now
you’ve got to go before someone bleeds out or something happens.”

He was silent on the phone. She heard him breathe, and Rachel didn’t
want him to get off the phone.

“Rachel?”

“Yeah, I’m still here.” She could never hang up the phone if he was
still on the line.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” he asked.

His question took her by surprise. Looking at the dish in front of her,
Rachel knew now was the time to tell him about the pregnancy.

Over the phone?
Coward’s way
out.

I’m not a
coward.

“Rachel?”

“I’m still here. Sorry, I zoned out for a second there. Erm, no, nothing
is wrong, and of course I’d tell you if something was wrong.”

“I love you, and I can’t stand the thought of anything happening to
you.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” She rubbed her back, hating the fact
she was lying to him. “We’re in this together. I’m not backing down.”

“Good. I really need to go. I love you, and see you soon.”

“Love you, too.” She waited until he hung up the phone before putting
the phone back in the cradle.

David’s words about complications filled her mind. Shit, she really
should tell Chris about what was happening to her. The guilt was starting to
eat at her. Every day that passed they were growing closer. It was like they’d
never been apart. She walked into the sitting room seeing the picture of Claire
on the shelf before her.

Going to the fire place, she picked Claire’s picture up, staring down at
her older sister. In her arms was Talia. The two people she’d loved in the
world. The two people she and Chris had both loved in the whole world.

“I’m trying, Claire. Please, tell me what I should do.” She stared at
the photo wishing some answers would come from her sister. Rubbing her stomach,
she thought about the life growing inside her.

She didn’t know how long she stared at the picture, and she only stopped
at the sound of the phone ringing once again. Getting up from her seat, she
walked toward the phone.

“Hello,” she said, answering the call.

“
Rach
, honey, are you okay?” David asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Rachel frowned down at the phone
wondering why he was calling.

“You’re pregnant and haven’t told Chris. I just spoke to him. He was
concerned about you and asked for your hours to be reduced.” She cursed,
staring up at the ceiling in the hallway. “I wanted to make sure you were all
right. Your shifts aren’t too long, are they?”

“No, they’re fine. I almost told him over the phone. I’m such a bad
person. I shouldn’t be telling the man I love that I’m pregnant over the
phone.” She cursed her decision hearing David sigh in relief.

“You’re going to tell him tonight?” David asked.

“I’ve got no choice. It’s going to be impossible to deny I’m pregnant
when I’m vomiting on Christmas morning. I hate this. I really wish there was
something to hide it a little longer,” Rachel said.

“
Rach
, hiding it is not going to make it go
away,” he said.

“I know. I’m not stupid. Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t yell at you. You
don’t deserve it.”

She walked down the long hall to the kitchen, putting the kettle on
before making her way to the sitting room once again.

“I’m sorry for worrying about you,” David said. “I’m here if you need to
talk to me.”

“I know, and I appreciate it.” Rachel hung up after David did. She made
to walk out of the sitting room, but she caught her feet on the rug. Crying
out, Rachel tried to stop her fall. There was nothing she could have done as
she fell onto the coffee table, banging her head. Pain exploded behind her
temple, and then everything went black.

****

Chris let himself into the house and didn’t like the silence that met
him. He held the Chinese food box in his hands. When he’d gotten to the
takeaway he’d been unable to pick just one thing for them to eat, and then he’d
figured more Chinese leftovers in the fridge would mean more time spent with
Rachel. She wouldn’t have to cook, and they could stuff themselves silly for
the next couple of days that he had off.

“Rachel, baby, I’m home.”

No sound came out.

“Rachel, babe, where are you?”

Throwing the keys down on the counter near the telephone he saw the main
phone was missing.

“Babe?”

Walking down the hall, Chris started to feel panic grip him. “Rachel?”