by Shandi Boyes
Precum beads on my knob when her French-tipped nails scratch my thighs as she guides my trousers down my legs. She huffs when my polished dress shoes foil her endeavor to strip me naked, but she doesn’t let it dampen her eagerness. With the hunger of a woman who has never eaten, she falls to her knees, curls her hand around my cock then lowers her luscious lips down my twitching shaft.
My hips jerk forward, ramming in another two inches her hard suck missed. I mumble out an apology when she gags from swallowing too much of my cock in one go, but I don’t think she hears it. I fist her hair to slow her pace. It isn’t that I don't appreciate her eagerness, I just don’t want her hurting herself. Just the thought of her in pain softens my hardest erection.
Any hope of slowing her down sails out the window when her beautiful eyes lock with mine over the newly reforming bumps in my stomach. They relay her every want, need, and desire while also revealing that she wants this as much as I do.
Trusting that she would never do anything to harm herself or our baby, I loosen my grip on her hair and let myself go. My head flops back as my lips part to suck in much-needed air. The visual of her on her knees, sucking my cock slicks my body with sweat. She gives it her all, deepthroating me like she’s been sucking my dick for years.
Although she was inexperienced when we first got together, it didn’t take her long to learn the ropes. She didn’t think I noticed, but I saw the way she paid attention to every moan tearing from my throat when we fooled around in my truck. Within weeks, she knew my body better than I did.
A gruff groan escapes my mouth when her tongue skids over the crest of my cock. Her moans over the drop of precum she gathered tickle my shaft. After moving her hair to the side to improve my view, I rock my hips faster. I feed my cock in and out of her mouth, smug as fuck that a woman as beautiful as Emily is on her knees, sucking my dick with my ring on her finger.
How the fuck did I ever get so lucky?
I just married the girl of my dreams, and now she’s kneeling before me, answering every one of my wet dreams in the most fantastic way. Life can’t get better than this.
No longer capable of reining in my desire to taste her again, I band my arms around Emily’s waist and lift her from the ground. A disgruntled groan rolls up her chest when my cock pops out of her mouth. I steal every whimper by sealing my mouth over hers.
While our tongues dance a fire-sparking tango, my hand slithers down her lace bustier to unfasten the clasps. Our lips only part when the last hook is undone and her bustier falls to the floor without a noise.
I place Emily onto our bed before inching back to marvel at the view. Precum drips from my cock when my eyes absorb the raw beauty in front of me: inches of luxurious skin, generous curves that make my mouth water, and the most alluring face I’ve ever seen.
I can’t breathe, think, or blink as I take her all in. My lips will touch every inch of her, but I don’t know where to start first. At her glorious tits that have grown even more ravishing as our child grows inside her, or at the wetness between her scissoring legs that’s begging for my attention?
How about both?
Emily licks her lips when I lean over her body to take her pert nipple into my mouth. As my tongue swirls around the hardened bud, I drop my hand to her pussy. She thrusts her hips forward when my thumb finds her clit. I circle it before sinking two of my fingers inside her.
I watch her over the bouncing globes of flesh on her chest, ensuring nothing but pleasure crosses her features as I pump in and out of her at the same tempo she sucked my cock. Her face is red with ecstasy, her lips are parted, and she’s hot all over.
“You’re not just a rock star on stage, are you?” She pushes away her bangs getting in front of her eyes. “You’re also a rock star between the sheets.”
The sexiness of her words has me working even harder to unravel her beneath me. I want her calling my name as she quivers in the aftermath of an orgasm. Needing to taste her as she comes, I release her nipple from my mouth with a pop before trailing my lips down her stomach.
“Leg up, Beautiful. Let me see you.” My last four words come out with a groan when she places her leg on my shoulder before sweeping open her thighs. Although it’s only my fingers pumping in and out of her, the visual is as enticing as when it’s my cock.
I watch her for a few more minutes, relishing her pussy sucking at my fingers as if it is my dick, before I lower my mouth to suck on her clit. I eat her expertly, gobbling up every drop of goodness she’s awarding me.
“Noah...” Her back arches as her juices dribble down my fingers. “I... I...”
She finalizes her statement in the most glorious way. She shakes so violently, her vibrations rattle all the way to my cock. I give him a tug, telling him to calm down. His turn is coming; he just needs to be patient.
After bringing Emily down from climax with slow, precise licks to her clit and pussy, I climb up her body, roll her onto her side, then enter her from behind. She shudders for the second time when I feed my cock in as far as it can go before sliding it back out.
She braces her foot on our bedside table, allowing me to get the last two inches of my cock in before cranking her neck back to peer at me. I swear to god I nearly come like a virgin when her eyes lock on mine. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than what I’m seeing right now. Her eyes are filled with nothing but happiness and love, and I plan to spend the rest of my life assuring they stay that way.
Chapter 63
Noah
Several orgasms later, Emily and I are lying in our bed. She’s in the crook of my arm, tracing my tattoo with her finger. I can tell she’s deep in thought, but I don’t realize how deep until she asks, “Why did you look frightened when you said, ‘till death do us part’?”
I huff, not surprised she noticed my reaction, more annoyed I reacted at all. The subconscious dreams I had while in a coma are still playing havoc with my emotions. Even now, with Emily safely in my arms, I can’t help but feel as if I still lost her. I know she’s here, but I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
When Emily sighs, disappointed I’ve skirted her interrogation as I have many times the past few months, I lower my forehead to rest against hers. We’re further apart than usual, her pregnant tummy keeping a decent gap between us.
After lowering my hand to her belly, I confess the secret I’ve been keeping. “I thought I lost you both.”
Emily’s brows stitch, but she remains quiet, waiting for me to elaborate. I don’t keep her waiting long. Just that one small truth lifted a ton of weight from my shoulders, so I can’t wait to see how much more it eases when I confess to everything.
“The three months I was in a coma were the worst three months of my life. My biggest fear had become a reality. When Ryan took you away from me, my muddled brain thought you had died.”
“Noah...” Emily breathes heavily as she struggles not to cry. “I was there every day, baby; I never left your side.”
“I know that now, but at the time, I thought I had lost everything. My entire life was upended..." I stop when the first lot of tears splash down her cheeks. “No tears, remember? I promised only tears of happiness mere hours ago. You don’t want me to break my promise, do you?”
When Emily shakes her head, fresh tears spring down her face. She’s quick to wipe them away, but not quick enough for me not to notice them.
“I’m sorry. I’m not crying because of what you’re saying. It’s having something Dr. Miller said months ago confirmed.”
Once her cheeks are dry, she exhales a big breath before breaking into a painful script. “Dr. Miller and I didn’t see eye to eye at the start. She said some not very nice things about you that pissed me off—”
“That I’m a spoiled rock star who says he’s sorry before running off to rehab?”
Emily’s pupils dilate to the size of saucers. “How do you know that?” I lose the chance to answer her when she swipes her hand through the air. “Never mind. That’
s my point. After we settled our differences...” —I smirk when she pulls a face that reveals she defended me as I’ll forever defend her— “...Dr. Miller included me in some of the exercises she did with you.” Her throat works hard to swallow before she continues. “It didn’t take long for us to realize any time my name was mentioned, you reacted in a negative way.”
My heart breaks from the devastation in her tone. “Em—”
“It’s okay. I understand now. Just at the time, it hurt.”
I scoot even closer to her until our tummies touch. “I thought I had lost you. I hated everyone. I was mean and violent and didn’t want to live.” My eyes dance between hers that are watering. “But not once did I hate you. I would never hate you. It just hurt talking about you. Do you understand?”
It’s the fight of her life to nod without freeing any of the tears rising in her eyes, but she does it. She keeps them at bay.
“You just need to be patient with me. I thought I’d lost you, so I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you as if I did. I'll cherish every single moment we have because I know how quickly things can change. The pain I felt when I thought I had lost you...” I stop when I choke on my words. “It hurt, Em.” I bang my chest, shocked it doesn’t sound hollow. “It broke me here. It broke me everywhere.”
“Baby...”
She cradles my head in her hands before scooting up the bed so she can rest my head on her chest. Her heart is raging as fast as mine, but the comfort it brings is immense. There’s no denying its thump. It’s robust and healthy, the ultimate proof that she is here, with me, forever.
Chapter 64
Noah
The pounds of Emily’s heart alone could lull me to sleep, but add them to the soothing way she’s raking her nails over my scalp, and you’ve got me faintly snoring within a matter of minutes. She’s taking care of me as only she can, ensuring my mental health is as robust as my physical health. Without her, I wouldn’t be half the man I am.
Emily peers down at me with clear, dry eyes when I murmur, “I love you, Mrs. Taylor,”
“I love you too...” Her words are pushed aside for a groan as pain etches onto her face.
“Em...” I scoot up the bed. “Are you okay?”
She holds her index finger in the air, wordlessly requesting a minute. Instead of speaking, I watch her cautiously. My heart is racing a million miles an hour, my mind blurred with stupid memories I need to let go of, but like a missile coming out of nowhere, the truth smacks into me hard and fast: our baby is coming.
“Is it the baby?” Not waiting for her to reply, I jump out of bed to throw on some clothes.
“I think so.”
When she attempts to sit up in the bed, she looks like a turtle stuck on its back. I can’t help but chuckle before assisting her into an upright position.
“Thank you.” She brushes away the hairs stuck to her temples before raising her eyes to mine. “I think that was my very first contraction.”
The joy in her tone surprises me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad she’s excited because I am too, but I’m also crapping my fucking pants.
“What do you want to wear?”
I’m halfway to our walk-in closet when Emily replies, “A nightie.”
“A nightie?”
Does she really want to wear pajamas while driving to the hospital?
I shrug. If a nightie is what she wants, that’s what she’ll get.
I rush to Emily’s section of our closet. Her clothing options are still as limited as the day we moved in. My side is crammed with designer jeans, leather jackets, and shirts that stretch the entire wall. Emily’s handful of vintage rock shirts, skinny jeans, and dresses don’t even take up one hanging rack.
The only charges I’ve seen on our joint credit card are for a one-time purchase at a maternity clothing store in town, and even that purchase was made under duress. Up until last week, she could still fit into her favorite skinny jeans. She couldn’t do up the button or fly, but she was adamant wasting money on a maternity wardrobe wasn’t necessary. No matter how many times I tell her what’s mine is hers, she won’t spend a penny she hasn’t earned herself.
Although most of Emily’s time the past four months has been focused on my recovery, she’s snuck in some studying as well. She still has goals and aspirations she’s pursuing, and I’m more than happy to help her achieve her dreams. I just wish she had chosen a career not filled with nasty, ruthless people.
Do you know what Emily wants to be when she grows up? A publicist. No, I’m not joking. After everything Delilah put us through, Emily wants to ensure the same thing doesn’t happen to new, upcoming stars. She wants them represented with integrity and honor.
Once she’s qualified, I have no doubt she’ll be inundated with people wanting her to be their publicist. I just hope she doesn’t get too popular, because I'd love for Rise Up to remain her number one client.
When Emily told Cormack of her plans, he hired her as an intern at Destiny Records, confident she was the perfect fit for my band. Her internship will be part of her university studies, but unlike many interns, she’ll be paid for her services.
Once I got over my shock, I realized it was the perfect solution, because once our baby is born, Rise Up will embark on our first concert tour only a few short months later. Because Emily is Rise Up’s publicist, she and our baby will travel everywhere we go.
Isn’t it perfect? It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
After snagging one of Emily’s nighties out of her drawers, I race out of our closet. My hurried pace slows when I spot Emily standing next to our bed, gripping the wooden bedpost as she fights through another contraction.
“Breathe like they taught you.” While she does that, I rub her back the way the Lamaze instructor showed me.
The panic on her face lessens with each breath she takes. Within a few seconds, her grip on the bedpost loosens. “They really hurt.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
I already know her answer, but I want her to spell it out for me.
“Because without pain, I’ll never deserve the reward at the end.”
While smiling at the beautifully smart woman I married, I slip a white cotton nightie over her head before pulling her dark locks out of the neckline.
“Thank you.”
My brows stitch when she removes the scatter pillows from our bed. “What are you doing?”
She’s in labor. We need to get to the hospital—like now!
When I tell her that, she laughs. “We have hours until we have to leave, so I’m going to get some sleep while I can.” She pulls back the covers before slipping between the light blue sheets.
My heart rate triples. “Sleep? You can’t sleep. We have to go to the hospital. You can sleep after you’ve had the baby.”
With a roll of her eyes, she scoots across the mattress until there is enough room for me. She pats the bed, inviting me to join her. If she thinks I’ll sleep, she has another thing coming. There’s no chance in hell I can sleep.
“We have to go, Em.”
My voice is laced with a disgusting amount of fear, but she brushes off my concern with a smile. “Babies take ages to come—”
“Uh, no they don’t. Jenni had Jasper in under an hour. Nick is lucky he didn’t have to deliver him in the parking lot of the hospital. I’m not delivering our baby, Em. I’m not trained for that.”
“Come here.”
I want to deny her request, but the happiness dazzling in her light brown eyes is too great for me to ignore. When I sit on the edge of our bed, she pulls me back by my shoulders until I’m lying next to her. Her beautiful scent infusing the air soothes some of the irritation prickling my spine. I scoot closer to her, hoping a second bout will take care of any lingering worries.
“You won’t have to deliver the baby. I promise.” She stares straight into my eyes so I can see the truth beaming from them.
After gathering her into my arms, I squash my li
ps against her temple. “You better not be making a promise you can’t keep.”
Chapter 65
Emily
Air hisses through my clenched teeth as I breathe through another contraction. This is one of the most painful things I’ve ever endured. My stomach tightens so much, I feel like someone has lassoed a rope around my waist, and they're tightening it to the point of strangling me. The pain is intense, much worse than my worst period.
Noah begged me hours ago to go to the hospital, but all the books I read said first babies take hours to come. Jenni was just an exception to that rule. Now I wish I had listened to him sooner. We're two miles from the hospital, which means we're two miles from the people who can make my pain more bearable. Two miles doesn't seem like much in laymen's terms, but when you're in an immense amount of pain, it feels as slow as crossing the Arctic in a recreational fishing boat.
I should have stayed in the shower Noah and I shared the past hour. The hot water rolling down my back was a godsend. It was so sweet, I would have never left if Noah hadn’t advised my contractions were five minutes apart. Five minutes was his cut-off point. He refused to let me stay home once my contractions were that close together.
In protest, he gathered me into his arms, carried me down the stairs, placed me in the passenger seat of his truck before making sure my seatbelt was firmly in place, and this is where I’ve stayed the past ten minutes.
“Is it another one?” Noah questions when he hears my teeth grinding together mere seconds after they unclenched.
