The Sin Trilogy Bundle: A Necessary Sin, the Next Sin, One Last Sin

by Georgia Cates

  “Did you see Lainie while you were in Dublin?”

  “I did. She’s quite well. Seems to be fitting in perfectly with The Guild.”

  “I’m happy she’s all right, but I wish she were here instead. I’d really like her to come back to Edinburgh once this mess with The Order is over. Perhaps join us.” I like Lainie as well but that will open a whole other can of worms considering she’s Order and was once married to its leader. Even I might not be able to convince the brotherhood a change like that would be okay.

  “She sent a gift for the babies. I put it on the dresser.”

  Bleu gets up to snatch the package. I laugh because her waddling has worsened.

  “What?”

  I’d be crazy to tell her. “Nothing.”

  She climbs back into bed and tears into the present before I can blink twice. She lifts the top of the box. Inside are three silver coins engraved with a B.

  “What are these?”

  “Some Scots believe it’s good luck to place silver in an infant’s hand. I guess each baby is getting their own personal piece as a keepsake.”

  I told Lainie we had taken in an orphan but I never mentioned keeping her. I guess she assumed.

  “I love these. They’re very thoughtful.”

  Lourdes has sucked down half of her bottle so it’s time for burping. I lean her tiny little body over my hand and pat her back just the way Bleu showed me. “We’re going to figure all of this out, aren’t we?”

  Bleu leans over and kisses the top of her head. She places her finger inside Lourdes’s tiny palm. She instinctively grasps it. “I think we already have.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Bleu Breckenridge

  It’s official. I’m thirty-seven weeks pregnant with twins. Full term. My pregnancy lasted longer than we ever thought it would. Weight gain. Stretch marks. Pelvic pressure. Insomnia. That’s just the shortlist. I’ve achieved a level of misery I never dreamed possible.

  My belly is getting sliced open tomorrow. That’s okay because it means we’re getting babies. We will finally meet our children. I can hardly wait to know what we’re getting. Boys, girls, or a combo package.

  I’m showered and shaved. Everywhere. Can’t lie. That wasn’t an easy thing to accomplish. But I did it for Sin. I want to give him one good night before his six-week dry spell.

  I’m wearing the only piece of sexy lingerie I have that still fits over my tummy. Sort of. A baby-doll top with matching G-string. My breasts are spilling out of the top but I don’t think he’ll mind.

  I’m standing next to the bed when he comes into our room. He doesn’t notice me. I guess he thinks I’m still in the bathroom since he calls out. “I think Lourdes is finally down for the night.”

  “Is she?”

  He stops dead in his tracks. “What do we have here?”

  “You, Mr. Breckenridge, have a wife who’d like to show you a good time before our six-week vacation from knowing one another.”

  “I do enjoy getting to know you better.”

  “I thought you might.”

  He comes to me. I go up onto my tiptoes and lace my fingers through the back of his hair as I kiss him.

  His hands are at my lower back. He pulls me closer but it’s mostly my belly pressing against his.

  We move toward the bed, kissing en route, before we stop next to it. His hands are exploring my breasts through my baby-doll top. They’ve gotten bigger the last couple of weeks, so they’re really jacked high.

  “These are fantastic.” He caresses each one before pulling my top up and over my head. He thumbs my nipples, watching them harden. I fist the back of his hair when he takes one into his mouth.

  I should probably warn him. “They’ve been leaking. A lot.”

  “Maybe that’s why they taste so damn sweet.”

  When he finishes, he pushes my panties down my legs. I’m left standing completely naked before him. He steps back, looking me over from head to toe, and I suddenly feel self-conscious about my body like never before. I clasp my hands in front of my large belly because I’m afraid my stretch marks will turn him off.

  He comes to me and caresses my bump. “Please don’t cover yourself. I love looking at your pregnant body. The only thing I see is the beauty of my children growing inside you.”

  He pulls me close and my abdomen presses against his again. He holds my hips as he drags his lips over my shoulder. “What position is going to work best for you?”

  It used to work best with me on top before this last round of bed rest. But my belly is much bigger now. I’m not sure I can ride him like I did five weeks ago.

  It’s going to be a long time before we get to do this again. I want it to be good for him. “I can get on my stomach––sort of. I mean I can get on my hands and knees. Maybe.” That may not work, either, if the weight of the babies is too heavy in that position.

  “I think I know a better way.”

  We sit on the bed and slide to the middle. “Lie on your side.”

  Once I’m situated, he positions himself as though he’s going to spoon me from behind. He bends my top leg at the knee and pulls backwards so it’s resting over his legs. “You came across this during your research, didn’t you?”

  “Maybe. I’ve been wanting to try it for a while. It’s supposed to be very pleasurable during pregnancy. Seems this is my last chance since you won’t be pregnant after tomorrow.”

  He positions himself at my entrance but doesn’t enter me.

  “Something wrong?”

  “It’s been a month since the last time we did it so I’m giving my cock a pep talk, trying to convince him he doesn’t have to come after three strokes.”

  “If he doesn’t obey, you can always do it again.”

  “You know I’m always the hardest on round one, so I’d rather make it last a while if possible.”

  He kisses my shoulder in the bend where it meets my neck. He eases into me slowly and groans. “Fuck, that’s good stuff!” He pulls back and thrusts slowly again. “I can’t believe how tight you feel.” He moves inside me a few more times. “Is this good for you?”

  I move my hips to deepen the penetration. “Mmm-hmm.”

  He bends my knee and puts the sole of my foot flat against his top leg so my leg is hiked out. He reaches between my legs and strokes the sensitive spot above our union. “Is it okay to make you come?”

  “Yes. Please. And thank you.”

  He circles my clit fast and hard and then slow and soft. He’s stroking me on the outside with his fingers while his cock does the same job against my G-spot on the inside. It’s fucking fantastic.

  It’s been too long. I’m the one who’s going to come in three strokes. “Shit. It’s already building.”

  He’s moving faster now. “Come all over me. I want to feel your body quiver and contract because you’re orgasming so hard.”

  I move my hips, meeting Sin stroke for stroke. Then the first wave arrives. “Ohh … that’s it. It’s starting.”

  “I’m there with you, Bonny.”

  Very little sets him off faster than hearing me say that he’s making me come. I think it’s because he loves knowing he’s the only man in this world holding the power to shatter me into a million magnificent pieces.

  My orgasm feels different, like quivers radiating throughout my vagina. It’s tingly and weird. I assume it’s because my womb is so full and pushing my cervix lower.

  When he’s finished, he kisses my bare shoulder. “That was fantastic.”

  I still and the babies suddenly become very active. I put my hand to my belly and it gets kicked. “I do believe they’ve been provoked.”

  “I want to feel.”

  Sin places his hand on my abdomen. I grab his wrist and move his palm to where most of the action is happening. “My God. They never cease to amaze me. Won’t you miss this? Feeling them move inside you?”

  “Maybe a little.” But I won’t miss all the other discomforts that accompany
a twin pregnancy.

  “I can’t believe we get to meet them in fourteen hours. Still no premonition?” Sin asks.

  “Two babies. That’s all I’m certain about.” I wish I did have some sort of mother’s intuition.

  “Don’t you think we should have their names since they’re arriving tomorrow?”

  The boy names are half chosen. “Well, we know one will be Liam something. And the other will be Harrison something if we get two boys.”

  “Aye. The something part is what we have to work on.”

  It’s such a hard decision. “Have you thought of anything new?”

  “How about we combine the boy names if we get one. Liam Harrison?”

  I like it and the combination makes sense. “That would work.”

  “We have Harrison after Harry but what about MacAllister for a girl? We could call her Alli.”

  Alli. It’s sort of like Elli. “Yes. I like it. And I’ve been thinking about Avalyn.”

  “Aye. Alli and Avalyn go together well. At least we have one name per child. That’s progress.”

  * * *

  I’m too excited to sleep so I’m very aware when the contractions begin. I’m accustomed to having mild ones but these are closer and stronger. The ones I’ve had over the last hour are downright painful.

  I get up to walk hoping it might relieve the discomfort in my back. It doesn’t. I try a warm shower. The pain only becomes worse. I give up on any relief after an hour. I have to wake Sin so we can go to the hospital. I’m going into labor.

  I turn on the lamp by his bedside and say his name. I nudge his shoulder when he doesn’t stir. “Wake up, Breck.”

  After a third attempt, he finally awakens. His eyes widen. “What’s wrong?”

  “We have to go to the hospital. I think I’m going into labor.”

  “Okay. We need to call Agnes to come stay with Lourdes.”

  “Already done it. She’s on the way.”

  He sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for his prosthesis. “Do you want to call the family now or wait until we get there and find out what’s happening?”

  “I think your mom would never forgive us if we didn’t call but let me get dressed first so she doesn’t beat us to the hospital. We can call her and Ellison when we’re on our way out the door.”

  “At least we’re already prepared to do this today.”

  Sin goes to my set of drawers. “What do you want to wear?”

  I’m all about comfort right now. “Yoga pants and a T-shirt. Second drawer.”

  “Black or gray?”

  Another contraction is starting. I can already tell it’s going to be a bad one. “Don’t care.”

  “Which shirt?”

  I breathe deeply and slowly. “Again, don’t care.”

  Once I’m dressed, I pull my hair into a ponytail and brush my teeth. “All ready. We can leave as soon as Agnes arrives.”

  Sin’s impatient. He calls Isobel to let her know what’s happening. “Mum says she can come stay with Lourdes until Agnes arrives so we don’t have to wait.”

  Agnes lives thirty minutes away. And she’s older, so she’s slower about getting here. “The pain is getting much worse. That might not be a bad idea. Tell Isobel I would very much like her to come. And thank her for me.”

  Sin relays my message and promptly ends the call. “You must be in a lot of pain since you agreed to let my mom come now.”

  I can’t lie. “It’s getting bad, Breck.”

  I’ve known since I was early pregnant that I would likely have a C-section. That’s where my mindset has been for months. I’m not prepared for labor. I thought I would get to bypass this part.

  “No worries. Mum will be here in a minute.”

  I’m leaning over the sofa, holding it for support. “My lower back is killing me.”

  Sin comes to me so he can rub it. “Up? Down?”

  “Lower. Both sides.”

  I have a couple of really bad pains before we hear the sound of a car in the drive. “Thank God she’s here.”

  “See? Good thing we bought this house instead of one thirty minutes away.”

  Isobel comes in with a change of clothes and her cosmetic bag. I’ve never seen her without makeup. For the first time, I see more than a little resemblance between her and Sin.

  “Thanks for coming so quickly.”

  “Happy to.”

  “Agnes shouldn’t be long.”

  She holds up her change of clothing. “I’ll be ready to go as soon as she arrives.”

  “I have to kiss Lourdes before we go.”

  I go into the nursery and stand over the crib to look at my sleeping angel. I love her so much, it hurts.

  I try to bend down to kiss her but my belly gets in the way. Instead of waking her, I kiss my fingertips and transfer it to her cheek. “I love you, girlie girl. I’m going to miss you.”

  I’ll be back in a few days with your brothers or sisters. I don’t say it aloud but it’s what I’m thinking.

  I feel like crying.

  “We’ll be back before you know it.”

  “I can’t imagine three days without her. It’s going to break my heart.” If I can barely manage a few days, how will I manage forever? Sin probably thinks the twins will fill the space in my heart reserved for her. But that’s not true.

  I can’t think about this now.

  The drive to the hospital is almost unbearable. The pain is worsening by the minute. “This could get crazy fast. The baby coming first is breech. If I’m dilated a lot, I think they’re going to have to do an emergency C-section.”

  This is one of those times when living thirty minutes away from Edinburgh is a problem.

  Shit. I just remembered I forgot to call Ellison. “Guess … what.” I drag the words out like only a true southerner can do.

  “You went into labor on your own.” She squeals so I take the phone from my ear until she’s finished. “I’m getting up now but I’ll have to wait on a taxi. Don’t you dare give birth before I get there.”

  I’m starting another contraction so I’m done talking. “I’m hanging up now because I’m in too much pain to talk. I’ll see you in a few.”

  I’m immediately taken into the observation area of labor and delivery. Sin helps me change into a hospital gown and get into the bed. It’s a slow process since my contractions are so close.

  The nurse takes a quick assessment and does an exam. “You’ve dilated five centimeters and thinned almost all the way.”

  “I was pretty sure these pains had to be the real thing.”

  “The baby coming first feels vertex. Head down. We’ll need to do an ultrasound to be sure. If that’s the case, Dr. Kerr would probably let you attempt a vaginal birth if you wanted to try.”

  Baby number one has been breech for months. He or she has been stubborn without a single sign of turning. I’ve mentally prepared myself for a surgical birth so I’ve not given a vaginal one any thought.

  I think Sin is as thrown off by this new information as I am. “Is a natural delivery something you’d want to try with twins? It seems like it would be easier to have the C-section and be done.”

  I know I’ll have pain with the cesarean. It’s surgery. My belly will be cut open. It would probably be easier to recover from a natural delivery. That’s something for me to consider since I’ll have three babies to care for when I get home. “We should talk to Dr. Kerr and see what he recommends.”

  Dr. Kerr comes in and scans my abdomen with the ultrasound. “She was right. Baby number one is presenting head first so this changes things. It’s perfectly safe for you to attempt a vaginal birth. If you want to proceed with the C-section, we can do that as well. There’s no right or wrong decision.”

  A thought occurs to me. It would be horrible to deliver the first one vaginally and then be rushed to surgery for a C-section with the second one. I could potentially have pain in my butt and abdomen. That would make it very difficult to recover. I don’t th
ink I want to risk it since there’s no guarantee things will go well.

  “I prefer to deliver both babies the same way. The only way I guarantee that is to opt for the C-section. I don’t want to attempt the vaginal delivery. Is that okay with you?”

  “It’s your body, Bonny. Your decision. I’m fine with whatever you decide.”

  “Then my mind is made up. Let’s do the cesarean.”

  I’m moved over to a surgical table. The room is freezing cold, the lights bright. A nurse helps me to sit on the edge of the OR table and I’m told to curl my spine like a C. I’m shaking. Jerking. I can’t control it. It’s impossible to be motionless despite the warning it’s what is expected of me.

  “Just getting started. This part feels like a bee sting.”

  “Oh!” Shit. It does. A huge-ass bumblebee.

  “Hold very still for me.” Easier said than done.

  The worst part of being told to hold still is when a contraction comes and all you want to do is move. “Here comes another contraction.”

  “Got it. It’s in.”

  “We can’t wait on your contraction to finish. We have to get you on your back now. The medicine spreads by gravity so your level of anesthesia won’t be high enough for surgery if you’re not lying down. It’ll all go to your legs.” The nurses assist me into a lying position and shove something under my left hip so I’m tilted. My arms are spread to my side, stabilized with Velcro. An oxygen mask is placed over my face.

  I’m scared. I need Sin with me. “Where is my husband?”

  “Don’t worry. A nurse will bring him in just a moment.”

  I’m strapped to this OR table without the use of my arms. The mask presses on my face and I can’t move it. Doesn’t matter that it’s blowing oxygen into my mouth and nose. I feel trapped. Helpless. The onset of a panic attack is dancing across my chest. “I can’t breathe.”

  “Your oxygen saturation is at one hundred percent. I assure you that you are breathing just fine.”

  The anesthetist doesn’t know my history. Doesn’t understand that my body may be breathing fine but my mind tells me it isn’t. “I’m having a panic attack. I feel like I’m smothering. I need to sit up.”