"Come for me again," I tell her as she focuses her eyes on me. She does, her insides squeezing me as she has another orgasm. It takes me about two seconds after that to release into her. I fall onto her, my head buried in her hot neck. Our skin is slick with sweat as we breathe hard against each other. We lay like that for a while, just listening to each other's breathing as it returns to normal. I look at her face to see her eyes are heavy. My girl is spent.
I lift her with ease, moving her under the covers and pull her back to my front. She is sound asleep in a matter of seconds.
Chapter 7
Aubrey
I awaken in the middle of the night and have to run to the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before I am vomiting. I kneel in front of the stool my head down as I heave, over and over again.
"Aubrey?" I hear Ian call for me, then feel him put a blanket over my naked shoulders and pulls my hair back.
I feel very weak as I try to stand when I think I'm done. Ian grabs me helping me up. I grab a new tooth brush from the drawer, ripping it open I brush my teeth.
Ian is standing behind me studying me in the mirror as I spit out the toothpaste. Rubbing my back gently, he asks softly, "You all right?"
"Yeah, I think. It just hit me out of the blue," I tell him rinsing out my mouth.
"Maybe you have a bug?"
"Yeah, maybe." I turn around and rest my forehead on his naked chest, looking down I see he is still buck naked and hard as a rock. I let out a little giggle.
"Sorry, he has a mind of his own. What can I say, you turn me on." He laughs.
"Me vomiting turns you on?"
"No, that makes me sad when you don't feel good. But standing here naked under this blanket not vomiting does," he says, raising his eyebrows up and down. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed so you can rest." He puts his arms around my shoulders leading me back to bed. "I wasn't sure what we were going to do today, where we were going to go. But if you are sick, I think we should stay one more day so you can rest," he says, tucking me in beside him holding me close.
I fall back to sleep only to wake up about an hour later with the same nauseous feeling. As before, I barely make it. Also as before, Ian is holding my hair. I brush my teeth, and go back to bed. We do the whole routine one more time at about 6:00 am. Ian starts the shower for me, and when I get in the water pounds against my chest, and it hurts. Vomiting? Tender breasts? Shit it can't be, the doctor told me I couldn't get pregnant after the trauma to my uterus. I think about my last period and remember it was very light.
I was in the shower 20 minutes before Ian peeked his head in checking on me. "You have a very serious look on your face, baby," he says watching me as I finish up. "Everything alright?" Shit, do I tell him? Do I tell him that I lied and said I was on the pill, because I didn't want to explain to him what had happened to me when we first met.
"Aubrey? You're scarring me, what's wrong?" He says helping me out of the shower and wrapping a huge bath towel around me. I must have a look of panic on my face. Well I'm sure because I am panicking.
"Umm....I think I need to take a pregnancy test," I whisper looking up at him, hoping to not see mad or upset deep blues. I don't I see that. I see concerned, confused deep blues. He sits on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub with his elbow resting on his knees. He is wearing gray sweatpants and no shirt. I can see his muscles flex, and his jaw twitch. Shit, he's getting mad.
"I thought you were on the pill?" He says rather calmly looking up at me. Shit he's going to be nice to me. I don't deserve nice, I lied to him. I start crying, standing there with a towel wrapped around me, my hair still dripping wet. I start sobbing pathetically. "Whoa, hey?" Ian stands up, coming to me he holds me to him. "Just tell me, baby," he says in his sexy, soothing Ian voice, which only makes me sob harder because I can't believe I have done this to him.
"I lied. I'm not on the pill." I look up at him to see his non judgmental eyes staring back at me. "After the....you know.... the assault, the doctor said I would never be able to carry a child. So I'm not on the pill, well because I never had sex again since then except for that one time in London. We used a condom, though. I'm so sorry. I should have told you, but I didn't know how to without telling you everything, and then after you knew everything I just didn't think about it.
"Baby, breathe, relax." He stops me from my pathetic rambling. "I'm not mad, in fact, I would be ecstatic if you were." He rubs his hand down the back of my head. "I mean, I would have chosen to wait until we were married, and didn't have a crazy bitch after you. You and me," he says pointing between us, "we are forever and if you are pregnant, we'll deal."
"Really?" I look into his eyes and can't believe what I am hearing. We don't even know for sure, but just hearing is calming words makes me calm considerably down.
"Let's get you a doctor's appointment, find out if you are pregnant. Make sure everything is okay, uterus wise." He waves his hand around my lower belly making me laugh. "Then we can get the heck out of dodge. I want to get you somewhere safe." He gives me his dimple smile and I melt. Wrapping my arms around his neck my towel falls to the floor. "But," he says grabbing the towel and wrapping it around me, "we need to keep you covered, because I want to make sure everything is okay before we have sex again." I see his erection through his sweat pants, and he gives me a wink as he turns around to start his shower. "You get dressed while I take a cold shower."
Chapter 8
Ian
I find a top of the line OBGYN when I do a search on the internet. Making the call, I am able to get Aubrey in that afternoon. Not wanting to tell anybody till we know for sure, I tell Sam that I am taking her by her office to get some files. He insists he come along, but I tell him not to worry. Pretty sure he knows we aren't going to Aubrey's office.
"OK mate, I'll have my cell ready," he tells me with a pat on the shoulder. Knowing Sam, he probably knows exactly what is going on. I don't know how, but he is really good at reading between the lines.
We are waiting in the little room, Aubrey up on the exam table with a sheet covering her lower naked half. The doctor just left telling us she was pregnant. After explaining her history to him, he said he wanted to do an ultrasound to make sure everything was fine and to see how far along she was.
"You doing okay?" I ask her, standing next to her holding her hand.
"Yeah, I just feel so stupid. He said I could never carry a child, I just thought that meant I couldn't get pregnant," she says looking down at her belly. "I hope everything is all right."
"Everything will be fine." I pull her toward me kissing the top of her head.
There is a light knock on the door and the nurse comes in rolling in a huge machine with a monitor on it.
She tells Aubrey to lay back and she places her feet in the stirrups.
He had said an ultrasound which I thought that meant they were going to rub something over her tummy.
But as the nurse puts a condom on the very large probe looking thing, I get a rock hard pit in my stomach about where it is going to go. The doctor walks in dimming the lights. What the hell?
"Now, this is a transvaginal ultrasound. This way we can see the uterus and the baby better," the doctor says, grabbing the wand and putting it between Aubrey's legs. She looks at me for a moment, and by the wince on her face I know that Dr. Henry has achieved penetration. I have the overwhelming urge to start throwing punches and ask questions later, but Aubrey's face relaxes as she turns her head to the monitor.
"It's not so bad once it's in," Dr. Henry says watching the screen. "OK, so I can see some scar tissue here," he says, pointing to a dark blob on the screen, "but it looks to have healed nicely. Right there is your baby." Aubrey's eyes are as big as quarters as she stares at the unrecognizable blob on the screen. She reaches her hand out for me. I come to her, holding her hand trying to make out what the doctor is trying to say is my baby.
"See that fast fluttering?" He points out to a blip on the screen that looks to be going a
mile a minute. "That is the heartbeat," he says smiling over at us. "And that is a very good sign. It looks like there is a well formed fetal pole, and the heartbeat is strong." He mumbles some stuff to the nurse about gestational age and yolk sac. What the hell is he talking about?
"Ok kids, everything looks good. By the measurements, I'd say you are about 8 weeks." Doing the quick math in my head I realize she would have gotten pregnant about the first time we had unprotected sex.
"I don't think you will have a problem carrying this baby to term as long as you take it easy and avoid stress. I also can't stress the importance of staying hydrated and eating well. I want to start you on a prenatal vitamin." The doctor then rambles off a list of stuff to avoid.
"What about sex?" Aubrey asks. That's my girl!
"Oh it is way too early to determine the sex of the baby. It's only about the size of a peanut right now," the doctor says smiling, and Aubrey's cheeks flush bright pink.
"Just kidding." The doctor is laughing to himself and the nurse rolls her eyes. "That's one of my favorite jokes." He's in his late 40's and is tall and thin. I imagine that being the rich doctor, his office not far from the castle in a very rich neighbor hood, that most of his clients are very wealthy women. His sense of humor probably gets laughs from some of the older female patients, who I'm sure think the good doctor is very handsome.
"You may have sex, yes. In fact, the chemicals that are released in the body when a woman orgasms are very good for you. Not only that, but it is very relaxing, no." He smiles still chuckling to himself about his joke. "So if you feel up to it, by all means have as much sex as you want," he says and if the pink flush on her cheeks wasn't enough to make me hard, the look she gave me surely did the trick.
Chapter 9
Aubrey
On the way back to the house, we discuss what we should do.
"I want to get you somewhere safer. I was thinking about taking you to Sam's parents' farm in Iowa," Ian tells me.
"Iowa would be safer how?" Not sure hanging around cows and pigs would be safer than the castle.
"Just that it is harder to sneak around dirt roads in the middle of nowhere," he says, like he is trying to convince himself also.
"Safer than the top of the line security of the castle, or even safer than North Carolina?"
"You would come back to North Carolina with me?" I don't know why he seems so shocked by this.
"Of course, why wouldn't I?" I grab his hand that is resting on my thigh. "I will go anywhere you want me to baby."
"So we will stay another night at the castle and we will see what happens tomorrow." He nods his head as to say we are in agreement.
When we get back to the castle, Sam was waiting for us leaning in the doorway of the foyer.
"How was the "office"?" He says with a knowing smile. I turn to Ian wondering what he knows.
"Got me, I don't know how he does it?" I shrug.
"You going to tell me where you really went or am I going to have to figure it out?" Sam is smug, which makes me look at Ian, and I know he is thinking the same as me.
"Figure it out." We say in unison, laughing.
"OK, I love a challenge. I guess you went to a doctor's appointment," he says, and I turn to look at Ian with amazement. Ian just starts chuckling and pointing to the pharmacy bag in my hand.
"Oh for Christ's sakes! Brilliant, Sam." I laugh. "OK, but what did we go there for, hmmm?"
"Let me look in the bag and I can tell you." We all start laughing. "I'm going up to take a shower. When you figure it out, let me know." I start walking up the stairs as Ian tells me he will be up in a minute.
"Would you like some company?" I turn around to see my gorgeous hunk of a man step in the shower behind me.
"Yes I would." I smile at him as he steps in behind me, and I wrap my arms around his waist.
"You know, I have never been so happy to see something so unrecognizable in my life," he says with a chuckle, and starts kissing my neck.
"Yeah, isn't it amazing?" I breathe in as he kisses a trail from below my ear to the hollow of my throat.
"Yes and so are you baby," he murmurs, his kisses traveling down between my breasts. He moves me so I am against the shower wall. "How are you feeling?" He says setting his deep blue's on me as his hands travel to cup my ass.
"Very good." I assure him, and wrap my fingers in his hair.
"Mmmm," he says licking and sucking his way down to my belly. He is now on his knees in front of me. "I have some more marks that need freshening up." I feel him smile against my belly, and my whole body quivers. "Hi little peanut," he whispers to my stomach and I laugh. "What?" He looks up at me, his chin resting on my belly.
"Nothing, I just call it that, too, in my head."
"Don't call my baby an it," he says scornfully before he keeps moving lower.
He sucks and licks my inner thigh, working on his marks that have faded.
He takes one of my legs and swings it over his shoulder and moves in kissing my sex. His tongue is purposeful as he rolls it around my clit. I feel weak at the contact, but Ian's strong hands are holding me tight at my waist. He moves his tongue to my opening, and thrusts his tongue inside me. It's a very good thing he is holding me because I feel like I could collapse from pleasure.
"Do you know how amazing you taste baby?" He growls, the vibration from his words sends shock waves through me. "You are so wet and ready for me." He groans, and I feel my insides tighten.
"Ian, please." My hands wrap in his dark silky wet hair. He slowly takes his fingers moving them in and out of me. He makes short work of bringing me to a mind blowing orgasm. It feels like the first time, as tidal wave after tidal wave flows through me. Ian is still licking as I come all over his tongue.
"Beautiful baby, you are so breathtakingly beautiful," he moans in his low, animal, sex voice that just about makes me come again. Now making his way back up my belly to my very sensitive breast, he is gentle and careful as he licks and sucks at my nipples. Then his mouth is on mine, I can taste my arousal mixed with him. His expert tongue explores my mouth, hungry and desperate to be there. I love the way Ian kisses me, the way his lips possess mine, and the way he tells me with his kiss just how much he loves me.
"I need you," I moan into his kiss, and he shakes his head.
"This is all about you right now, my girl," he says and starts washing me with a sponge and body wash. He moves gently over my body spreading flowery suds everywhere. He gently massages my head with shampoo following with conditioner. The whole time I am aware of his very hard, very large erection. I go to reach for him, but he moves back from my touch. "No, no I'm not done with you."
He ignores his rock hard erection. I see the veins popping out, but he only pays attention to me. Every time I move to touch him, he moves telling me not yet.
"Ian, you look like you're going to explode." I protest as I look down at him.
"I'm not going to explode. I want to make sure you are taken care of first and then we'll see." He chuckles at me.
"Are you afraid?" I look at him as he rinses the conditioner from my hair.
"I don't want to hurt you," he says, not meeting my eyes.
"You heard the doctor, it's fine."
"If I took you right now in this shower, I don't know how well I could control myself and the last thing you need right now is a hard fuck."
"On the contrary, I need that very much right now." I giggle as he gives me a look.
"You're not helping," he growls. "When we're in bed, and I can control myself more, okay?" He barks and I can't help but laugh.
Ian dries me off and combs my hair all with loving attention, making sure I am still feeling okay when we make it to the bed. "You're not feeling nauseous are you, or weak or sick?" He is drilling me with questions, so afraid of me getting sick again.
"No, I am feeling very, very horny," I say pulling him to me. Like I am made of glass, he doesn't lay on me like he would normally. He holds himself up and ki
sses me gently. This is not going to work for me. I push him off of me and he lands on his back. I crawl on top of him and straddle his thighs. Ian's deep blues are wild as he watches me lower myself on to his raging cock.
"I need you." I moan as he slips in me. He's holding me so I don't go too hard, too fast.
There's a little pain at first, but a good pain. Ian holds my hips up when he see's my face. "I'm fine, you're just so big." I smile and lower myself gently, taking him all the way in.
"Fuck baby, you feel so good." He growls, his hands on my hips helping me up and down him. Every time with Ian feels like the first time, but especially this time. It's like there is a connection with us now, an unbreakable bond, and it feels so good.
"I love you, Ian." I gasp as he slides in and out of me. He sits up so he can kiss me, his hands rubbing up and down my back. His lips are everywhere on mine, and then on my neck and to my breast. He works to make his little marks on my breast kissing and sucking, making little red dots all over. He pulls me tight to his chest holding me so hard, like I'm going to float away if he doesn't. "I'm close baby, are you ready?'
"Yes," he growls into my throat, and then like always, he grabs my face in his hands holding me there so he can stare into my eyes. His deep blue's penetrating me to my core. We both release, I feel everything. My insides are hyperaware of every ounce of fluid he releases into me. I convulse around him, my body wanting every last drop.
I collapse on top of him, and he is panting very heavy as he mumbles, "I love you too, sweet girl."
"God, I don't think I will ever get tired of you." I breathe into his neck.
"I sure hope not, baby." He swats my ass lightly.
After a couple of minutes of holding each other, and getting our breathing back to normal, Ian rolls me over.
"You still feel okay?"
"Yeah, I'm actually really hungry," I tell him, and he gives me his dazzling dimple smile.
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