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RAGE
THREE WEEKS LATER…
My hands interlaced behind my head, I watch Skye from the bed as she moves around the room dressed only in her underwear. Fuck, she’s stunning. They’re just plain cotton, but the way they sit on her hips, the small but noticeable curve of her stomach protruding over the top, has my cock solid under the covers. The bra needs replacing, her swollen tits straining against the lacy cups.
Completely oblivious to my staring, she pulls open the top drawer of the dresser and rummages around.
“Have you seen my pink leggings?”
I lick my lips, readjusting myself under the covers, wondering if we have time for me to fuck her before we have to leave.
My lack of answer has her turning to face me. “Are you listening?”
“Come here,” I order.
Her eyes narrow and her hands drop to her hips, which just draws my eyes back to her breasts. “No. We have an appointment, and we can’t be late.”
My lips tip up at the corners at her protest. She’s trying to be strong, resilient, but I don’t miss the slight breathlessness in her voice.
It’s been three weeks since her sister crashed the clubhouse, and true to her word, Sariah has spoken to Skye every day on the phone. I think it helps her having someone to talk to about what her body is going through and to ask questions about whether what she’s experiencing is normal. She has the old ladies, but there’s still a bit of mistrust there, especially for Skye.
“Ain’t gonna ask again.” The crack of demand in my voice has her rolling her eyes, but she crosses the carpet, coming to stand at the edge of the bed as I swing my legs out so I’m sitting on the mattress.
I trail my hand up her thigh, enjoying leaving goosebumps behind. At the apex between her thighs, I tease along the hem of her underwear, watching her tremble with anticipation as I do.
“Beau… we have to leave soon.” Her protest dies on her lips as I stroke two fingers over her pussy, her wetness soaking through the material.
“I’ll get us there in time. Don’t worry.”
“It took three weeks to get this appointment. I don’t want to miss it.”
“You won’t.”
I trail my fingers over her stomach, obsessed with the way her body has begun to soften and fill out in just a few short weeks. The morning sickness hasn’t completely gone, but it’s not as frequent as it had been in those early weeks. And although she looks tired, there is a now dewy glow to her skin.
She doesn’t pull away as I slide my fingers under the waistband of her underwear and push them down her legs. Gripping her bottom, I pull her to me before I bend and part her folds. The first swipe of my tongue over her clit has her pushing her hips forwards. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me in place as I lick her over and over.
Those little whimpers turn into full-blown moans of pleasure as her orgasm builds. “Beau…fuck!”
She throws her head back, letting out the most beautiful sound as she comes.
Her juices still on my tongue, I press kisses along the underside of her stomach, showing her without words what she and our baby mean to me.
“Finish getting dressed,” I tell her.
“What about you?”
“I’m not the one who’s going to have some random guy touching me. This way, I know you’ll be thinking about me all through that appointment.”
Her lips part, a stunned look on her face. “For a start, he’s not some random guy. He’s a sonographer, and he’s only doing the ultrasound. The examination will be done by the midwife, who is female.”
I kiss her hipbones before pulling her underwear back into place. “I don’t want other people touching you.”
She rolls her eyes as she pulls out of my grip and wanders towards the bathroom. “You are literally crazy.”
She’s not wrong. I am crazy when it comes to her. Too many threats still loom over her, and while I hate the idea of us leaving the clubhouse, this has to be done. I can’t expect Skye to go her entire pregnancy without any medical intervention whatsoever.
While she’s in the bathroom, I climb out of bed and search the drawers for the leggings she was hunting for. I find them tucked under one of her sweaters, and I place them on the edge of the bed, ready for her when she re-emerges.
