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I pressed my lips to her shoulder in response. I was almost asleep when she began rubbing her ass back against me, obviously not asleep. I groaned, clamping my hand over her hip. “Woman, you’re ill,” I reminded her, my voice husky with sleep.
“But I ache,” she whined.
A growl resonated from my chest in response. “Does Daddy’s little girl deserve to have that ache relieved?” I asked her. She whimpered, rubbing against me some more. “You were a bad girl, Juliana.”
“I know, but I’m sorry,” she apologized. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” I rumbled in her ear.
“Please, Daddy.”
I slid my hand inside of the sweats she had on, finding her wet heat instantly. I dipped two fingers inside of her and rocked my hips against her ass, moving her body against my hand just right so the heel of my hand rubbed her clit as I pumped my fingers in and out of her.
“I want you in me,” she begged.
“You’re ill,” I reminded her. But God, I wanted to bury myself inside of her so fucking badly.
“I know you’ll be gentle. Please,” she pleaded.
With a growl, I rolled her onto her back and stripped her out of her clothes. Without even bothering to get undressed myself, I pulled my cock out of the sweats I had on and slid inside of her, gently rocking our bodies together.
I peppered kisses across her skin, making sweet love to her.
“You’re all mine, baby girl,” I whispered against her skin. “Every part of you is mine.” I would always reinforce that for her because, with me, I knew my woman felt free.
“Yes,” she mewled, her arms banding around my shoulders.
“I love you, baby girl,” I rasped.
She rubbed her cheek with mine. “I love you, too, Daddy.” She gasped, her back arching beneath me, her tits rubbing my chest. “I’m so close,” she whimpered.
I didn’t quicken my pace, but I did grind my hips against hers a little harder each time I thrust, rubbing her clit. “Come for Daddy, baby,”
She cried out, her nails digging into my back, breaking the skin. I rocked us together until she came down from that all-consuming orgasm, her little body trembling beneath me in the waves of aftershocks.
I rolled to the side and pulled her into my arms, pulling the blankets back over us. “Sleep, little girl.”
“You didn’t come,” she mumbled, sleep already pulling at her.
I pressed my lips to her forehead. “I don’t need to, baby. Taking care of you is enough for me. Now sleep before I spank your cute little ass red.”
She blushed but burrowed closer to me, yawning. I tightened my arms around her and shut my own eyes, making a mental note to take her to the doctor when I got her back home.
~*~*~
James was waiting on us when we get home. He was standing on the porch, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows to expose his tattoos.
“Emmaline would have greeted you all, but she’s having a bad day,” he explained. I frowned at the thought of the woman I’d come to think of as a little sister having a low. “So, I won’t keep you. I want to get back to her.” I nodded in understanding. “Dr. Williams is downstairs waiting on your arrival.” He smiled at the woman in my arms. “Welcome home, Juliana.”
With that, he turned on his heel and strode into the house. I sent a mental thank you to him for having Dr. Williams ready for us. James was good like that – always ahead of everyone else. And since he knew Juliana hadn’t seen a doctor yet for her pregnancy, he made sure she would see one when we got back home, helping to ease some of the burdens from my shoulders.
I had no idea how my brother kept himself from exploding from stress.
“I feel better,” Juliana protested as I carried her into the house, heading down the stairs into the very bottom floor of the house where Dr. Williams tended to all of us at.
“You are still pregnant, baby girl,” I said gently, knowing she was still on the fence about this pregnancy. Besides that one time she cried about her father potentially hurting our child, she did all she could to avoid the topic.
Dr. Williams smiled at us as I walked down the hall. “Right in here,” he said, sweeping his arm into a room next to him.
I stepped in and gently laid Juliana on the cot, grabbing her hand in mine afterward. Dr. Williams closed the door and gave her a kind smile. “Do you remember me?” he asked her.
She nodded, not saying a word otherwise. He smiled kindly. “Can you tell me what the date of your last menstrual was?”
She looked at me, her eyes pleading. “Do you have a calendar?” I asked Dr. Williams. She’d made a lot of progress with me, but I knew she wouldn’t be vocal around anyone she wasn’t familiar with.
He nodded and strode over to the wall, pulling down a small calendar. I took it from him and handed it to her. She flipped back a month and pointed it out to me.
Jesus Christ.
She was almost two months along.
