Page 2 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

I nodded quickly, recognizing that possessive gleam in his gunmetal eyes. “Yes, sir.”

He thrust again and we both moaned but then he was gone, pulling out of my body as his weight vanished. “Don’t move.”

“Wait. Where are you?—”

“What did the doctor say about too much pressure?”

“Not to use water-based lube?”

His mouth firmed into a flat line. “Not that kind of pressure.”

I sighed. “He said it’ll happen when we’re both relaxed.”

“And do you feel relaxed?”

I took a quick inventory of my body. “Sort of?”

“You have to stop thinking about conception, Rayne. Just enjoy it.”

I never expected this much tension between us, but making a baby was a lot more complicated than I thought. Girls in high school got knocked up left and right without trying. I honestly thought this would be the easiest part of parenting, but boy was I wrong.

He brushed the back of his knuckles down my cheek. “Baby, you need to relax.”

Relaxed seemed too close to lazy, and when I got lazy, I tended to procrastinate.It had already been thirteen months since we started trying. We needed to throw some fuel on this fire and start cooking, but first, we needed to get an actual bun in the oven.

My gaze drifted to his cock, which appeared to be softening.Oh my God, I was killing his penis!

“Rayne. Eyes on me.”

My gaze snapped to his. “Fine, I’m not relaxed, but you’re not even turned on.”

He caught my jaw. “Is that what you think?”

My breath quickened. When he used that commanding tone, my insides melted like butter. “I don’t know.”

His large hand slid down the column of my throat with a sense of total ownership. His stare remained locked with mine as his fingers trailed down my chest and fondled my nipple. “Tell me again that you think I’m not turned on.”

My gaze darted to his swollen cock.Well, that sure recovered quickly.“My mistake.”

“Yes, your mistake. When it comes to being turned on by you, it only takes one thought and I’m there, baby.” His hand slid lower, and he wrenched my knees apart,dragging his hand right to my bajingo. “Understand?”

“Yes.” He sank a finger inside of my heat and I sighed.

Hale’s touch always unraveled me. When his thumb grazed my clit, my hips tipped forward, begging for more.

“That’s a good girl.” He pumped his fingers in and out, drawing me back into the moment and closer to that pesky orgasm I’d been chasing. “Now, isn’t this better? When I’m in control, you’re always satisfied.”

“True,” I breathed, my body coiling tighter and tighter as the pressure built. What he was doing felt really good, but… “Hale…” I panted, getting closer. “I’m supposed to come with youinsideof me.”

He wedged two fingers deep and teased that secret spot that made me lose control. “Feels like I’m inside of you now.”

“Yeah, but…” Damn, his fingers were getting it done. “But…We gotta grab the bull by the horns?—”

His touch disappeared, and his lips pressed to my mouth, silencing me with a bruising kiss. “Listen to me, you beautiful hurricane.” His fingers cuppedmy jaw and I could scent my arousal on his touch. “There will be no grabbing of horns. There will be no talk of ovulation. There will be no references to implantation, sperm, or uterine lining while we are in this bed. Do you understand?”

I nodded. “But if we want—umph.”

He covered my mouth. “I’m not finished. Therewillstill be blowjobs. I will eat your pretty pussy whenever I’m hungry for it. And you willnotmicro-manage which way I get to make you come. Is that clear?”

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