Page 3 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

This was probably why we still weren’t pregnant. “I guess.”

“You’renotgoing to use my dick like a lab tool, Rayne. Sex is meant to be fun, not stressful.”

I dropped my chin to my chest and pouted. “Fine.”

“Good girl.” He kissed me again, this time much softer. “Now,” he whispered, his nose nuzzling that sensitive spot below my ear. “Let’s try this again.”

As he traced kisses down my body, I tried to relax, but my thoughts spun on the same broken record. We only had a few more hours left before that fertile window closed. Temperatures were right. My eggs were in place. Icouldn’t bear the thought of one more negative test, one more period, and one more conversation where we each go to bed with our hearts full of disappointment.

“You’re not relaxing, Rayne.” He settled between my legs and pressed a kiss on my clit. “Let me help you.”

I sighed as if his solution were some sort of burden, which it absolutely was not. But I had no patience when I wanted something, and what I wanted was his dick pumping inside of me until a million little Hales came rushing toward my eggs, and one of those little suckers fertilized me. I just needed one.

“Rayne.”

“Ah! Did you just pinch my clit?”

“Were you relaxing?”

I pursed my lips, refusing to answer. He knew I wasn’t. Telling me to relax was like telling a zebra not to be striped.

Looking up at the ceiling, I tried to clear my mind so I could focus on the pleasure, but I only pictured calendars and pages from my appointment book where I’d marked dates and appointments. I had to see the gyno again next week. By now I was sure there was something wrong.

“Mother-humper!” I gasped whenpain shot through the fleshy part of my inner thigh. “Did you just bite me?”

“Yes. Am I boring you?”

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “No.”

“Sure seemed like it.”

“Well, you weren’t.”

His eyes narrowed and he got back to work. I did some period math in my head to calculate how long I’d have to wait until the next fertile day of my cycle.

“That’s it.” He snapped, flipping me to my stomach.

“What? No! Wait!”

“Too late.” He landed a hard smack on my ass.

“Hale!”

“I tried being patient with you, Rayne.” The drawer opened, and he tossed something on the bed.

Lube?“Hold on!”

“The time for excuses is over. Don’t move off this bed.” Cool air teased my spine as he disappeared into the closet and returned a moment later with a long silk tie dangling from his fist. “Give me your wrists.”

I dutifully placed my hands over my head, knowing exactly how this would go. Hale generally accepted my neurotic behavior, butevery once in a while, he needed to reel me in, and the fastest way to do that was to take complete control.

The silk tie cinched around my wrists, and a giddy wave of excitement surged through my belly. My NASA-grade period math would have to wait.

Once he had the tie knotted to the headboard and my hands where he wanted them, he dragged his hand down my spine. “Ass up.” He hitched my body into position and pushed my head down on the pillow.

Resting on my cheek, I noticed the lube was gone.Click.And there went the cap. “Um…I’m pretty wet.”

“Not where I’m going.”

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