Page 49 of Midnight and Mine

“Don’t worry, Wyn, I’ll make it until neither one of us can walk. Just let go.” My words are stretched, and the veins of my neck and erection feel like they’re going to pop at any second. So, I press my thumb against her puckered hole.

“Oh God, God, yes,” she pants out in staccato breaths. As I bury myself balls deep, I feel a rippling coming from my toes, traveling up my legs and into my groin.

“I can’t hold off, Wyn, please.”

She arches her arm around my neck as her body tightens. “I love how you take me. All. The. Way. So, fucking sexy.”

She screams, and her nails dig into my neck. I pump furiously until I let out a groan that reverberates off the windows. With extreme force, I spurt into her, then remember she wanted it on her too, so I pull out and turn her on her back. I lift on my knees, making a mess of the sheets, stroke myself, and aim for her boobs. I’m so damn turned on that I get it everywhere: on her cast, belly, boobs, and mouth.

Her tongue sneaks out and swipes her lips, giving me a lazy, sated purr. “Yum.” Wynter stretches out the m sound.

I collapse beside her, swirling my arousal over her skin.

“I read it’s good for stretch marks,” she cackles.

As a smile forms on my lips, I kiss her shoulder. “Then you won’t have a single stretch mark when I’m donewith you.”

“Promise?” she says with a flutter of her eyelashes.

“I’ll never lie to you again. Pretending I wasn’t your husband was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.” I hesitate, but I have to ask her, “Will you move home? I don’t want to pressure you but in my opinion, you might remember more here. Just tonight, you’ve had three little memories.”

She turns on her side, facing me. “I’d love to. I love falling in love with you, and I’d like to keep doing it.”

Her spirit attracted me to her in the first place. Yeah, the braces were also a turn on, and the cheerleading skirt, but without a doubt, it was Wynter’s zest for life and her playful, adventurous spirit that made me fall head over cleats for her. And once we kissed, I knew there would never be anyone else in my life.

Instead of cleaning ourselves, we have sex again until we’re both spent… physically and emotionally.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Wynter – 2 months later

“Ihave to poop,” I insist as I sit on the toilet with my phone clutched in my hand, hoping that this is an ordinary bodily function and frantic that it isn’t— the baby could be coming.

“Wynter, am I on speakerphone? Is Scott there?” Dr. Laura asks in a reassuring tone, and I appreciate her so much. Scott and I have depended on her to guide us through the most difficult time of my life.

Scott, my rock, gives me a sympathetic look, and says, “I’m here, Doc.”

“Does she have a bag packed?”

“Yes.”

Well, at least we’re prepared with a robe, toiletries, and a few magazines. So why am I freaking out? Can I take care of a baby twenty-four hours a day?

“Grab it and get to E-town General right away,” she urges.

Feeling anxious and scared that I have to push a watermelon out of my lady bits, I stutter, “It’s… it’s not time. I still have two weeks.” My voice feels weak and fragile.

“Wynter, breathe. When you get here, we’ll see how far you’re dilated. Just keep calm.”

“Owwww.” A wave of pain grips me, bending me over as far as my swollen belly will allow. A guttural sound escapes me—a mix of piercing pain and relief as it subsides.

“How far apart are her contractions, Scott?”

“Maybe ten minutes.”

“Okay, you need to move it.”

As a last-ditch effort to convince my obstetrician I plead, “Dr. Laura, I promise I just have to go to the bathroom.”

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