Page 256 of Labor of Love

“You doing okay, baby?” Hamish asked, rubbing deeply into Reed’s upper thighs.

“Oh, I’m doing better than okay. In fact, I’m feeling kind of great.” He grinned at Hamish and kissed those sculpted lips, straining up just a little bit to reach.

Hamish put both hands under his butt and pulled, and that way they were level with each other so that he didn’t have to hurt his neck. They took the kiss deep, tongues tangling, and his body went a little haywire, excitement singing along his spine and down through his belly to his cock. He was on fire, and Hamish seemed just as desperate as he did. Those hands never stopped moving -- pulling off his shirt tugging down his pants, running all over his skin, making him so sensitized that he wanted to scream. He rubbed against Hamish, really unsatisfied about the whole clothing situation. He hated being bare when Hamish was not; it was itchy.

Wow, he’d never felt that before. “I need you to take your clothes off,” he told Hamish, maybe a little snappish, but that was how it was right now.

Hamish grinned wide, seeming incredibly happy about things, which was his prerogative, but Reed might kill him if he didn’t follow orders. “Sure, baby. Just rise up, and I’ll get everything off.”

Luckily, Hamish was just wearing a T-shirt and some soft pants and those crazy socks. He needed to lose the socks. Reed turned around to take those off for him.

The he turned back to Hamish and climbed up his body, that hard cock pushing against his dick and then against his ass. He was ready, soaking wet, wanting Hamish so bad.

“I’m right here, baby. Take what you need.” Hamish was hard as a rock, and those eyes were burning, flashing gold, the dragon right there on the surface.

Reed nodded hard, panting, and he rose up there was no waiting. He didn’t need Hamish to prepare him; he was so open and ready and wet, and he just grabbed that hard cock and stuck it against his hole, then slammed himself down, feeling so perfect, scratching an inch inside of him didn’t even know he’d had.

They rocked together, and Hamish pushed deep up inside of him, his whole body swaying back and forth. Those hands bracketed his hips, helping him anchor himself, and it wasn’t long before he felt Hamish’s knot swelling inside of him. The scent of them rose up, heated and perfect, almost herbal in its own way, which was strange and new, but it smelled so good. He just let his head fall back, his mouth open as he moaned. Hamish thrust up into him, and that knot started to engage, so he screamed with how good it was the feeling, making everything in him light up.

Hamish pulled him down, humping up, guttural moans coming from him, some kind of unintelligible words about his knot falling out of his mouth, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was how he felt bobbing up and down on that hard cock and that knot making a impossible to move finally, and his own leaking cock waved madly in the air. Hamish grabbed it and started stroking, and that was the missing piece; that was what he needed.

Reed cried out, his whole body tensing as he tried to hold back and just enjoy this for a few more minutes, but he just couldn’t. It was too much. Hamish drove up into him that knot fully engaged so they were locked together, and Reed lost it. He came, shooting all over Hamish’s chest and belly, his body shaking, his sweat dripping into his eyes.

Hamish shouted, his whole body arching hard enough that Reed almost flew off into the air, except that Hamish’s knot kept him anchored, and he felt it when Hamish came inside him deep and hard and hot and wet.

“Oh, God that was good.” He slumped down onto Hamish’s chest breathing hard, his whole body lax. He felt so much better, and thank goodness, his lower back didn’t hurt anymore.

That was a win-win.

4

Read needed something yummy. He wasn’t sure what. A cookie maybe or a piece of cake. He loved spice cake with lots of cinnamon. He started prowling the kitchen that he shared with Hamish, looking for something that might fix his sweet tooth. He didn’t really want to bake, but he wanted to be able to eat just what he wanted too.

Unfortunately, after hunting through all the cabinets, the bread box, and the refrigerator there was nothing he wanted. Reed sighed. This was no fun. Why wasn’t there something to fill this gnawing ache in his belly? He’d had to deal with morning sickness for couple of months now, he was showing pretty well, and he was always hungry. Sadly, half the time he had no idea what he wanted.

Maybe he could convince Francois, who was Starry’s chef, to give him something out of his stash. Francois had an amazing pastry chef who kept the family supplied with good stuff. Reed wandered out of his apartment, heading for the kitchens just see if he could just find a nibble.

“Hey, Reed. Long time no see.”

“Kevin!” Kevin was one of Starry’s drivers, and Reed really liked the guy, even if he didn’t get to go very many places rightnow. Apparently, Des and Hamish were a little bit worried about his family coming after him. They feared, if the rumors got out that he was pregnant, then his father would just come take him, or at least try to, which would cause a real problem. So it was safer to hide him away and keep him out of sight.

The problem was he was chafing at the forced homebound feeling he had. Now he understood why Starry, when he was pregnant the first time, had gone out to lunch to organize a charity event even though Des had told him to stay home, and had gotten himself kidnapped.

Now, if Starry hadn’t gotten himself taken, Reed wouldn’t be where he was, so he was actually pretty grateful. Maybe good things happened when somebody didn’t follow directions.

“How’s it going, Reed? I heard congratulations are in order.”

“They are. Thank you. How are you doing?”

“I’m good. Bored. Starry is pregnant again too, so I’m not getting a lot of work.”

“Yeah? He doesn’t have anything planned for today?” He knew Starry wasn’t going out. Reed planned his schedule, after all.

“Nope. I’m at loose ends.”

“So am I. I have the day off. Alistair is spending the day with Des and the baby. And Hamish is out on some sort of a security detail thing. I have no idea what. How do you feel about driving me to McAlister’s bakery?”

Kevin lit up. “That sounds great to me. Are you all right with that, though?”

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