The sudden changing sound of the car’s engine brought Renee’s drifting thoughts back into focus. She looked up, saw houses, and was surprised to see they were driving into Bishop’s Bridge. She smiled to herself again, and realized with a tiny shock that she was happier than she had ever been in her life. She reached out for Stefan’s hand and held it tightly until he parked the car on Weaver Street.
“What are you smiling about?” Stefan quizzed her as they got out of the car.
“Smiling? I didn’t realize – ”
“You’ve been smiling to yourself ever since we left home.”
“Really?” Renee shrugged. “Well I guess that means I must be happy, Stefan.”
“About what? About shopping for baby clothes?” Personally, Stefan could think of nothing more painful.
“About everything.” Now Renee grinned openly at him, her face lighting up with a glow of true joy. She kissed him softly on the lips and gazed up into his eyes. “I’m just happy – about the baby, about how good things are between us – about our future. I’m happy about life.”
Stefan raised a mocking eyebrow, but he squeezed her fingers a little more tightly as they walked hand-in-hand towards the baby store.
He was smiling too.
Three.
The baby store was at the far end of Weaver Street. They entered the front doors and Stefan blinked.
The store was much larger than he had thought, laid out with aisles of children’s clothes, accessories and equipment. The floors gleamed, the store hummed with activity, and in the background soft music played. Renee smiled.
There was a cashier’s counter against the far wall. A young girl greeted them.
“Can I help you?”
“I hope so,” Renee said. “We’re expecting a baby, and we need some assistance.”
The girl nodded. She had long dark hair and pale perfect skin. “Kari Kuechenmeister is the owner. I’ll page her for you.”
They waited holding hands for just a minute before a lady with long flowing chestnut hair appeared from between one of the aisles. Stefan guessed the woman was in her early thirties. She had a wide friendly smile and a vivacious sparkle in her eyes. She grinned at Renee and Stefan, and shook hands.
“Hi,” the lady said. “I’m Kari. Welcome to ‘Baby’s World’. How can I help you?”
“We’re first-time parents,” Renee said, her hand subconsciously going to the bump of her belly. “And we need some assistance. We’ve just finished converting a room into a nursery and we need to start gathering the things for when baby comes.”
Kari Kuechenmeister smiled again. She had dazzling white teeth and a calm confident manner that Renee found reassuring.
“Do you know whether you’re expecting a boy or a girl?”
“A girl,” Stefan said.
Kari clapped her hands. “Wonderful! Have you chosen a name?”
Renee nodded. “Storm.”
“Oh, gosh – what a great name. I have two girls and a boy myself,” Kari said. She gestured towards a small timber frame on a shelf behind the cashier’s counter. Inside the frame was a photo of three smiling teenagers hugging a German shepherd. Then Kari linked her arm in Renee’s and led her like a big sister towards the first aisle of the store.
For Stefan, shopping for baby clothes was worse than having teeth pulled without anesthetic. He lasted just five minutes before his eyes began to glaze over. Renee and the storeowner were chatting like old friends, and he wandered along behind the women, his thoughts elsewhere until they stopped abruptly in front of a display of strollers.
“The stroller I really wanted to show you has sold out,” Kari pointed to a gap in the display. “It’s our bestseller.”
Renee frowned. “Will you be getting more in?”
Kari held up her hand and crossed her fingers. “Hopefully later today. There is a delivery truck due this afternoon.”
Renee glanced at Stefan. Stefan shrugged, but he trusted the lady. “Can we order one?”
“Sure…” Kari said slowly, “but I’d rather you see what you’re buying.”
“Then I’ll come back,” Renee said suddenly, with a little frown of determination. “I wanted to get my hair done later today anyhow. I’ll call in again this afternoon after I’m done at the hairdressers. Can you hold one for me?”
Kari smiled. “It would be a pleasure.”
Four.
Jeffrey met them at the door, his tail thrashing from side to side as he panted and nuzzled against Renee’s leg. The Labrador followed her into the nursery, attached to her side like a shadow, and dropped to the carpet with his head on his paws as Renee sat on the edge of the small bed and began unpacking parcels. Stefan went through to the garage and reversed Renee’s car out into the driveway. He came into the nursery and handed her the keys.
The bed was covered in new baby clothes. There were tiny pink jump suits, bibs, booties, t-shirts and two baby blankets. Stefan shook his head in disbelief – but knew enough to remain silent. He watched the warm smile of Renee’s face slowly spread wider as she hugged the miniature pieces of clothing to her cheek, and there were happy tears welled in her eyes.
Stefan stood over her and put his hand on her shoulder. “You’re going to make a wonderful mother,” he said.
Renee shuddered softly. “I hope so,” she bit her lip. “I worry…”
“I think that’s perfectly normal. I’m sure no first-time mother feels fully prepared to care for a newborn baby. But everyone manages, and I’m sure we will too,” Stefan said.
“There’s just so much I feel unprepared for, Stefan!” Renee fluttered her hands in frustration. “I don’t know anything about babies. I’ve never really been around them. I’ve never been an aunty… I’ve never really even held a baby before, let alone been responsible for one’s safety and well-being.”
“Neither have I,” Stefan smiled. “But Renee, it will come to you instinctively. Every new mother must deal with the same uncertainties. There’s no requirement you need to be a parent other than to love your child with all your heart.”
Renee looked back down at the collection of tiny clothes. For the most part she was delirious with excitement about Storm’s arrival into the world. Her imagination projected ahead to frilly dresses and pretend tea-parties, and playing dress-ups. But in her mind the early months were always a vague blur; as though she could see no detail, because she had no experience. And when she tried to focus her thoughts on what those first months with a newborn baby might be like, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of fear and uncertainty.
“I might not be a good mother,” she confessed softly – as though she were speaking to herself. “I might make mistakes.”
Stefan smiled. He rubbed Renee’s back, and his touch was firm and comforting. “Of course we will make mistakes,” he said. “That’s why first-born children are so screwed up. It takes a couple of goes to get something right. It’s the main reason why so many families have more than one child. We all learn from our mistakes.”
Renee twisted round on the bed and glared at Stefan in horror. And then she realized he was joking with her. Despite her mood of anxiety, she laughed suddenly – and then everything seemed a little better in her mind.
“Aren’t you worried at all?”
“About you being a mother?”
“Yes.”
Stefan shook his head. “Not at all. I think you’ll be a wonderful mother.” He crouched down beside the bed and took Renee’s face gently in the palms of his hands so she could see the truth of it in his eyes. “I don’t think baby Storm could ask for a better parent.”
Renee felt tears begin to mist and glisten in her eyes. “Does anything worry you?” she sniffed.
Stefan smiled. “Only one thing,” he looked suddenly serious. “I’m worried Storm is going to look like me.”
Renee laughed. “I think that would be a good thing – a very good thing,” she said warmly. “I hope she inherits your thoughtful intelli
gence.”
Stefan squeezed her shoulder. “And your looks.” He glanced out through the nursery curtains. Soft grey clouds were scudding over the mountains. He stood up again suddenly, cast one last glance at the collection of soft clothes and blankets on the small bed, and sighed. “I’m going to change,” he said. “I need to get the downstairs room painted.”
Stefan was shrugging into a pair of faded old jeans and a paint spattered sweatshirt when Renee came silently into the bedroom behind him. She threw her arms around his waist and he went suddenly still. Her hands slid down to the unfastened button of his jeans as the heat of her body pressed hard against his back.
Renee murmured as her hands became more adventurous. She wrapped her fingers around Stefan’s length and felt him stir within her hand.
“Not so fast, mister,” she breathed. She worked him in her palm with careful skill and felt him begin to stiffen. “You owe me from this morning. You don’t get out of this bedroom until I’m screaming so loudly the neighbors complain.”
Stefan stiffened his back. “I have painting to do,” he reminded her, “and you are going back into Bishop’s Bridge for your appointment.”
“That’s later,” Renee deflected his protest, “and the painting can wait.” Her hand around his shaft was now stroking him with quick gentle movements. “I can’t.”
Stefan turned to face her and she saw the spark of interest in his eyes. She drew away from him for just long enough to slip out of her dress, panties and bra while he stood watching her. Then she came back, pushing one slim hand underneath his sweat shirt to rake her fingernails lightly across his stomach so that the skin there instantly tingled. With her other hand she reached up and cupped the nape of his neck, drawing his mouth down to hers. The point of her pink tongue thrust deep into Stefan’s mouth.
Renee felt Stefan lift his hands, his fingers going to the burning hot skin of her breasts, and the sudden urgent pain of her wanting was too much to bear. She cried out – it was a soft little whimper – but the intensity of it trembled through her body, and sparked Stefan’s own hunger.
His mouth became forceful and demanding, pressing and sliding against her lips with increased frenzy until Renee felt herself become light-headed. Then he lunged for her neck and throat, trailing ragged kisses down to the breast in the palm of his hand.
He bowed his head and took the nipple between his lips. Renee arched her back, thrusting herself upwards, desperate to meet him. Her hands in his hair became entwined in the thick springy curls at the back of his head, guiding his mouth, holding him firmly against her as the draw of his sucking lips made her moan softly. She lunged forward with her hips. She felt his hardness brush against her, and it was like the thrust of an iron bar.
Her skin was burning hot, but Stefan’s mouth ignited deeper and more intense fires within her. She closed her eyes. Her breathing lost its rhythm. She surrendered to his touch.
Stefan’s hand reached down between Renee’s parted thighs, but the angle and the new shape of her body made the position difficult. She could feel his fingertips like burning brands, dancing across her skin, but never close enough to bring relief. She shuddered, trying to move to meet his touch, desperate to feel his caress against the moist pouting lips at the core of her sex.
There was a painful knot at the pit of her stomach – a needful ache of desire – that seemed to grow and tighten as her sense of anticipation became frustration. She felt a chill little gust of annoyance ruffle the surface of her arousal.
“Take me, Stefan,” she pleaded. “I need to feel you deep inside me.”
She backed towards the huge bed, but Stefan suddenly paused. “We should stop now. It might not be safe.”
The threat terrified her. She was so wrought with anticipation and need. She was desperate at the thought of being so aroused and then deprived of him and the muscled hardness of his body.
“No, please!”
She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees and arranged a pillow beneath her. She parted her knees, leaving her sex open and exposed and vulnerable. The skin around the swollen lips was waxed smooth and soft, pouting and glistening with the first moistness of her excitement. Renee turned her head and looked over her shoulder.
“Do this for me, Stefan. Do this for us. Don’t make love to me. Don’t be gentle. Remind me how thrilling it is to submit to you. Take me like your whore and use me. That’s what I want right now. That’s all I want.”
Stefan clenched his jaw grimly. In the back of his mind were the values and traditions of a gentleman, compelling him to be careful for she was so fragile and so precious – and because she was carrying their child. And yet overwhelming all the restraints was her need. His mind flashed back to the morning, and the memory of her taking him deep inside her mouth. He remembered the intense pleasure of forcing himself between her soft glossy lips, the basic instinct of the dominant that had been the essence of his character for so many years. And it came back to him with a primitive rush – with an intensity that shocked him.
Quickly Stefan stripped out of his jeans and took his hardness within his hand. He stepped up behind Renee, and swiped the swollen length of himself along the wetness between her thighs. Renee moaned.
Stefan pressed himself at the opening of her, feeling the throb of anticipation burning between his thighs.
And he waited.
He stared down at the shape of Renee, marveling at the way her hips and tiny waist flared like the shape of a delicate Grecian vase. He followed the lines of her slim body to her narrow shoulders. Her skin was flawless, soft and smooth, and her hair hung down over her back like a long golden mane. He leaned forward and wrapped his hands in the tendrils of Renee’s hair, pulling as if tugging on reins. Renee’s head came up, stretching and exposing the soft pale skin of her throat. Stefan stood close behind her and heard her moan, a deep sensual sound. He felt her body shudder against him. Her hips moved, wriggled against the tip of his shaft. He dug the fingers of one hand into the warm flesh of her waist, clamping her still. She moaned again and arched her back.
Then, with a single demanding thrust of his hips, he filled Renee until their bodies were locked together.
Renee felt every driving inch of Stefan’s relentless hardness. She cried out in exquisite delight, the sensation of penetration overwhelming. Her tiny hands made fists in the bed sheets as she clung to the mattress and her whole body began to shake and tremble in uncontrollable spasms.
Stefan tightened his grip on her waist as he withdrew and then plunged to fill her once more. His face was set, the gleam in his eyes primal. He could hear his blood pounding in his ears. Renee’s body clenched tight, wrapping him in her clenching muscled warmth. The folded flesh of her sex flared around his shaft, coating him in the slippery wetness of her arousal.
He tugged at her hair, keeping her back arched and her body tensed. Renee growled with lust. “Yes!” she snarled. “Oh, God yes.”
Quickly Stefan began to build the thrusting pace of his hips, their bodies burning hot as they pounded together. Renee was pinned and prone – and the satisfaction she felt in such a submissive position was deeper than the physical. She felt it in her soul, she felt it in her heart. The intensity of her pleasure was instinctive and overpowering. Having her man take her – giving herself to him in this way – filled an emptiness in her she had longed for.
She felt Stefan pushing, trying to fill the deepest parts of her, and the places he touched within came alight with tiny electric jolts. Her whole body began to shudder. It began between her thighs and made her legs shake. It coursed through her body to her arms and made them tremble. He let go of her hair and her face fell forward until her cheek was pressed against the cool cloth of the sheets.
Renee screwed her eyes tightly shut as each breath was driven from her in panting gusts. She felt the heavy weight of her breasts swaying as her sensitive hardened nipples abraded back and forth against the sheets.
“I’m close!” Stefan g
rowled.
“So am I!”
Stefan threw back his head and stared at the ceiling. He had both hands clamped around Renee’s waist now, thrusting his hips in a frantic beat that was losing its rhythm. He felt the simmer of his release reach boiling point – and then it erupted, like a molten rush of white-hot lava, the feeling so intense it tore a ragged cry from his lips as his body began to heave.
Renee felt Stefan’s orgasm burst deep within her, and her body instantly began to convulse.
Her own release came as wave upon wave of undulations as her body writhed against the restraint of Stefan’s grip. She felt the muscles within her spasm, and then all she could hear was the sound of her own breathless gasps in her ears as she reached the very peak of her release – and began to tumble over the edge and into the bliss of oblivious relief.
They collapsed on the bed together, sweating and panting, holding hands until the storm winds of their passion gradually abated and became quiet. Stefan tried to rise, but Renee tightened her grip on his hand to prevent him leaving her. He sighed, his breathing still ragged and uncertain, and slumped back onto the sheets. Renee felt a strange sense of triumph.
She had – if only briefly – reawakened Stefan’s dominant desires, and she felt a satisfaction as though she had achieved something of almost mystical significance, something that had transcended the sex itself.
She rolled onto her side facing him and draped a languid arm across his chest. She nuzzled her face against his neck and whispered, “I love you.”
Five.
When Renee came out of the bedroom, showered and dressed, she heard Stefan in the downstairs entertainment room and she went to the top of the stairs and called out to him.
“I’m going back into Bishop’s Bridge now.”
A moment later Stefan appeared in the doorway below her. There were fresh splatters of paint on his shirt, and he had a brush in one hand. He looked up and saw Renee on the landing with Jeffrey close against her leg. She was wearing a loose-fitting blue dress. Her hair was bundled up on top of her head. She smiled at him and waved.
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