Make it Reighn (A Threads Inc. Saga Book 1)

by R. J. Castille

  Reighn teased my opening with his cock, running the tip of it along my slit until he found his mark. I turned my face and moaned loudly into the pillow when he pushed slowly inside me from behind, stretching my pussy with his phallus. It had been quite some time since I felt his enormous erection inside me and the angle he had found was definitely doing its job at pleasuring me without causing me any discomfort. He moved slowly, pushing himself all the way inside me before pulling back and diving in again. His breath was hot on my neck as he bit down softly and trailed small bites down my neck and along my shoulder. I was shaking in his arms as he continued to torture me with slow thrusts of his cock until I thought I was going to explode around him. I did.

  Another orgasm slammed into me as I cried his name out loud, reaching around to grasp his buttocks in my hand and encourage him to go deeper. My fluids flowed freely around his cock, soaking the mattress beneath us. I rode the wave of pleasure as he pushed inside me several more times before I felt his muscles tense and he groaned loudly into my ear. Reighn pulled me closer to him, his hot seed spilling inside me as he came, my name rolling slowly off his lips. When he stilled, I felt his chest heaving with the effort of keeping control over himself, so he did not hurt me.

  We lay that way for quite some time, my head resting in the crook of his arm as he stroked the skin on my hip with his hand. When I couldn’t stay that way any longer, the position causing a stiffness to settle in my legs and back that were beginning to ache, I moved slowly onto my back again. Reighn helped me settle in and waited until he thought I was comfortable again before putting his other arm around me and continuing to stroke my curves. I moved the pillows back underneath my leg and shifted my weight once more before coming to rest in what felt like the best position. Reighn lay his head onto my shoulder, curling his body around mine like a protective cocoon. I felt him take a deep breath and let it out slowly, his breath tickling my skin in its path.

  “I love you, Jessica Goldstein,” his voice was but a whisper, barely audible above my own heartbeat, but I heard it. It was the first time he ever said it out loud to me. I knew that he did love me, could tell it in his actions but Reighn Abrams had yet to utter the phrase out loud. Smiling as I stroked his hair lovingly, I tilted my head down and planted a soft kiss onto the top of his head. My heart was singing and if I could have, I would have jumped up and down for joy. To hear him say it out loud, was something that I had longed for, something that I needed, and he had finally given in.

  “I love you, too, Reighn,” I returned before kissing his head once more and letting my head fall back onto the pillows. My eyes grew a little misty as tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I blinked hard several times to fight them off as I continued to stare up at the ceiling. It occurred to me that it was I, Jessica Goldstein, who had tamed the beast. The great man himself, the big, bad Reighn Abrams lay snuggled up against me like a child would his loving mother. He had transformed into something beautiful over the last several months and I could not have been any more pleased than I was right at that moment.

  Chapter 18

  Reighn

  I was in the middle of another photo shoot when I got the call. Jessica had been quite convincing, assuring me that she would be fine by herself until I was finished for the day. The pains she had been feeling for several days had seemed to die down, which put me a little at ease but not entirely. Every time she would reach down and grasp her side or place her hands on her lower back and utter a sound of discomfort, I would be ready to spring into action. Each time, however, she waved me off, indicating that it wasn’t time yet. Because the pains had all but disappeared, I was able to excavate myself from her side and join Ms. Chase at the location they had chosen for the shoot.

  It was on location in Santa Barbara, quite a distance from my condo, which made me a little nervous. What if something happens? What if Jessica goes into labor and you are out here in the beautiful sunshine on the beach? My mind was working overtime and I did my best to distract myself. Salley had booked me for a swimwear shoot that time, which meant I got to spend my time lounging on the beach until they were ready for me. Sipping on a cold beverage between sets, my phone started ringing, the loud sound of the vibration inside noticeable even from across the space. Almost dropping my drink onto the sand below, I jumped up and grabbed the phone. Looking down at the screen, Jessica’s name was displayed across the front as it continued to ring.

  For some reason, I did not pick it up right away, despite me being on edge for days waiting for that exact moment. It was time and I for some reason was no longer ready. After months of reading books and articles, pouring over facts, statistics and possible outcomes, I thought I had prepared myself for the day when the baby would finally come, I was wrong. Pressing the screen to connect the call, my nerves were on high alert as I held the phone up to my ear.

  “Jessica? What is it? What’s going on?” I was frantic, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst through my ribs and out of my chest. The other end was silent, a fear settled in deep inside my stomach that I had missed the call until I heard someone take a deep breath on the other end.

  “Everything is fine, Reighn,” Jessica’s voice waivered slightly. I could tell something was going on and was dying inside for her to just come out with it. “It’s time, the pains are getting worse and closer together. I am timing them the best I can and have determined that they are about four minutes apart. The nurse who answered at the hospital told me that I should come in and get checked out. With the level of pain and frequency I am experiencing them, she said it is likely that I am now in active labor. Considering the fact that my body is still recovering from the accident, they don’t want me to take any chances and want me to come in now. Since your driver isn’t available right now, he is with you up the coast, I have called my mother to take me in. Come as soon as you can, Reighn. I need you now, more than ever,” I liked the sound of that. She needed me. The rest of what she told me had me in a panic but that last statement settled me a little.

  Rushing around the area they had set up for me to lounge in between sets, I went about gathering my things. My clothes I had worn there replaced the swim trunks I had put on for the next round of pictures. Salley Chase approached me from the distance, a look of concern etched across her features. When she reached where I was, I was already ready to go and slipping my cell phone into my pocket.

  “Is everything alright, Reighn? You look a little upset,” Salley knew that I had been waiting for that call. When she saw me talking on the phone from across the beach, she had assumed that it was time for me to go. Unfortunately, the photo shoot would have to be postponed until after I made sure that both Jessica and my baby were fine. I glanced up at her, my heart still racing inside my chest.

  “It’s time, Salley. The baby’s coming and I need to get to the hospital in a hurry. Please extend my apologies to the rest of the crew. This photo shoot will definitely have to be rescheduled,” I laughed nervously, my voice sounding foreign in my own ears. I barely registered that Salley was nodding as I spoke, a sign that she completely understood and that the others would as well. She helped me make sure I had not forgotten anything important before I took off toward the parking lot where my limousine waiting to carry me away.

  My driver flew down the freeway. The southbound 101 was actually behaving for once as we wove our way back down the coast in the direction of Los Angeles. I had a feeling I would still be cutting it close. Something inside me screaming for the car to go faster but to do it safely so I made it there in once piece. Exceeding the speed limit almost the entire way, my driver skillfully guided the vehicle between cars, passing those who weren’t moving fast enough to allow him to keep his pace. I almost cursed out loud when we came around a large bend and ran straight into stopped traffic. Brake lights glared at me as far as the eye could see, a sea of angry red and my heart sank.

  It made me feel a little better knowing that her mother was by her side, but
it wasn’t enough to overshadow the emotions I was feeling. I had read that labor can last hours, days even but I had gotten the impression that Jessica had waited as long as humanly possible without going to the hospital. That meant I was running on borrowed time and the baby would soon be welcomed into this world. As we crept along, I kept glancing at my cell phone, half expecting to see messages updating me on her progress. I was disappointed, of course, she likely did not have the time nor the mindset to send me periodic messages in the midst of full-blown labor.

  “I’m coming, my Jessica. Hang in there,” I whispered to myself as I glanced out the window at the cars sitting next to me. No messages came as we sat, waiting for the traffic to start moving again. When it finally did, we had been sitting for nearly an hour at a complete stand still. That was definitely time that I did not have. As the cars started to move forward, I sighed out loud, relieved that we were finally making some headway.

  When we broke free, passing the scene of a horrific accident involving two cars and a motorcycle that was still on its side, I was a bundle of nerves. I felt sorry for whoever was on that motorcycle because it did not look good. Car meets motorcycle, motorcycle never wins. My mind interjected the thought, distracting me slightly from my plight for a brief moment. The freeway was subject to changes on a dime and the flow of traffic depended on everyone paying attention and behaving themselves. Sometimes that didn’t work out so well and the scene we passed was proof of that.

  The scenery passed by the window at a blur as my driver got back up to speed. I tapped my foot impatiently as we drove, trying desperately not to lose it completely. When the Los Angeles skyline finally came into view, looming in the distance, a sense of relief washed over me. We were almost there, and I would soon be at Jessica’s side. Hopefully I would make it in time to see our little one come into this world, but I doubted it, the unfortunate traffic jam having cost me additional time that I knew I did not have. By the time we reached the off ramp I was frantic. My driver guided the limo through the surface streets and toward the hospital. As was often the case, because we were in a hurry, it seemed as if we caught every red light along the way, eating up precious seconds and delaying my arrival further.

  My driver pulled into the driveway at the hospital so quickly, the bottom of the vehicle scraped along the slope of the curbing. I winced a little at the sound, but my eyes were trained on the entrance. Before he even came to a complete stop, my hand was gripping the door handle ready to pull. When he finally stopped along the curb, I pushed the door open and practically flew out of the limousine, slamming the door behind me. The doors hissed as they opened upon my approach, the cool air blasting me in the face as I crossed the threshold. I stopped for a brief second, allowing my eyes to adjust to the change in lighting before following the signs on the wall that pointed me in the direction of the department I was looking for.

  Labor and Delivery, the writing on the front of the doors declared to anyone who approached. I pressed the button to the right of the doors and waited, directly in front of the camera that was poised above the buttons. A cheerful voice came through the speaker, crackling slightly as they demanded my business there. Informing them I was there to see Jessica Goldstein, I waited for an eternity before the door clicked and I was allowed entry. I pushed my way inside and rushed quickly to the closest nurses’ station to inquire after the whereabouts of my Jessica. One of the women behind the counter pressed a few keys on the computer and informed me which room she was in. Before I took my leave, she gave me brief instructions on where exactly Jessica’s room was. I thanked her as I turned and made my way in the direction that she had indicated.

  By the time I reached the room, the door was closed. I knocked several times, pounding hard the last time but no one answered. Finally, the face of an older woman appeared in the doorway as she cracked the door open to see who was there. I did not recognize her but knew that it was likely Jessica’s mother who had opened the door. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to explain why I had so rudely interrupted her daughter’s labor.

  “Mrs. Goldstein?” I proceeded with caution, the look on her face told me that she was all business. She nodded curtly, still saying nothing and waited for me to continue. “I am Reighn. Is Jessica alright? Did I make it in time?” I was firing off questions so fast she was not able to answer, considering I did not even take a breath in between. Her features softened, and she smiled at me.

  “Jessica is in the middle of pushing right now,” her eyes sparkled as she opened the door a little wider. From inside the room, I could hear the sounds of a woman in hard labor. Grunts and groans and an occasional curse word filled my ears. I willed her to open the door wider and allow me inside. Jessica’s mother honored my silent plea and stepped aside to allow me to enter the room.

  Jessica was on the bed, her feet held high in the metal stirrups that extended out from the bottom of the bed. Her bed was reclined at a forty-five-degree angle, enough to allow gravity to do its thing yet still gave her the opportunity to relax between contractions. When her eyes met mine, they widened. Her mouth fell open to say something before another pain ripped through her and the doctor who had his head buried between her knees yelled at her to push again. I rushed to her side, grabbing her hand in mine just in time for her to squeeze it as she bore down again, pushing with all her might. Her mother joined us, weaving her way around the numerous hospital staff who were scurrying about preparing for the arrival of the baby.

  The pushing continued for some time, each time bringing us closer to welcoming our new baby to the world. In between contractions, I wiped Jessica’s brow with a clean cloth, smiling lovingly at her as she edged closer to another. Her mother patted her hand, whispering encouraging words into her ear as another pain consumed her and she pushed again. The nurses uttered phrases they had likely done on many other occasions, giving her instruction on how and when to push. I heard her cry out loud and the doctor looked up at her quickly.

  “The head is out, don’t push Jessica, I need to clear his airway,” the word his hung in the air. I looked down at Jessica who was blowing breaths out quickly through pursed lips, like she was trying to blow out a candle. She had not told me what we were having because I had told her I didn’t want to know. It didn’t matter to me, really, but the thought that it was a boy had me tapdancing inside. Jessica did her best to breathe through the next contraction without pushing, as the doctor had instructed her but quickly lost the battle as her body appeared to take over, bearing down on its own. The doctor dropped the suction device he was using to pull mucous from the baby’s nose and mouth onto the floor just in time to catch the tiny figure as it slid free of Jessica’s body.

  I stared at the baby, its cries garbled as the doctor got another bulb syringe and continued to clear his airway. The baby was bright pink and covered in a white, creamy substance. His eyes were puffy, and his nose looked like it was squished up against his face. A cone-shaped appearance to his head from where he had come through the birth canal made him look almost alien-like as he squirmed on top of Jessica’s abdomen. When the doctor pulled the suction device out of his throat, he uttered a loud cry to which the doctor responded by nodding firmly.

  Jessica’s mother was giddy with joy as she gazed down at her new grandson. I heard her telling Jessica how beautiful the baby is as I continued to stare down at my son, unable to move or make a sound. He was beautiful, she was right. I had never seen something so wonderful in my life and I marveled at the sight of the life that I had helped create. Jessica’s reached down with her hand and stroked the baby’s head lovingly, tears of joy finding their way down her flushed cheeks. When the nurse took the baby to the other side of the room and cleaned him up before wrapping him in a blanket and pulling a knit hat over his head, I still could not tear my eyes from his form.

  After the doctor had finished checking Jessica and the nursing staff had slowly started to decrease in number, we were left alone with our new bundle
of joy. The nurse who had cleaned him up for us brought him back to the bed and gingerly placed him into Jessica’s arms. She smiled at us both before she turned and disappeared from sight. Jessica’s mother was busying herself in the hallway calling every living relative she had to announce the arrival of the baby, leaving us alone with our baby for the first time. I heard her voice drifting toward us from the hall, declaring to whoever she was talking to that the baby was the most beautiful boy in the world, ever. I couldn’t have agreed with her more.

  I lowered myself into the chair I pulled from across the room to Jessica’s bedside. She looked at me and then back down at the baby in her arms, tears forming in her eyes causing them to sparkle brightly. Reaching up with my hand, I brushed a lock of her hair across her forehead and behind her ear before planting a single kiss in the middle of her forehead. Our eyes met, and I held her gaze for several seconds before turning my attention back to the tiny person cradled in her arms. We both looked down at the baby’s face, relishing the sight for several moments in silence. My heart swelled inside my chest as I ran my hand gently across the delicate cheek of the baby’s face before finding Jessica’s empty hand. She squeezed my palm into hers as she glanced back up at me. Nothing could be more perfect than the sight of the love of my life holding my new son, nothing. As we both continued to gaze affectionately a thought occurred to me that gave me elated joy. For the first time in my life, my family was complete, and I would do everything in my power to keep it that way. Everything.