Page 42 of Sassy Surrogate
“Yeah, but if I do, the suspense ends.” He laughs as I lightly slap him on the arm.
Slipping his thumbnail under a strip of tape, the flap pops open. He repeats the process on the other end and, finally, the middle strip of tape. As the paper separates, the little stick inside tumbles out and into his hand.
I feel Heath’s body go rock solid beneath me, and he sits up straight in the chair, almost tipping me off his lap. His eyes are locked on the plastic in his hand, as if it’s a ticking timebomb.
“Is this – are you – are we…” He clears his throat, tries again. “Does this mean what I think it means?”
The hope that shines from Heath’s eyes has me catching my breath. I don’t think I’d fully grasped how much he craves a family until this moment. Yes, he’d told me he wanted children. He’d even asked me to be his surrogate. But until right this minute, I’d never fully realised how deep that need ran.
Sitting on my husband’s lap, looking into his eyes, I finally understand how important children and a family are to him. He didn’t believe himself worthy of love, yet he has a bottomless well of love to give. I pray that with each day we’re together, he is learning how infinitely worthy he is of unconditional love.
“Yes, my love. It’s exactly what you think it is.” I grin at him. “I took the test this morning while you and Hannah were doing whatever it is you were doing, amidst all the weird squawking and giggles.”
“We’re really pregnant again?”
Laughing at the goofy look on Heath’s face, I nod. “Yes, we’re pregnant again.”
“We need to get you to a doctor to confirm this as soon as possible.” A frown creases his brow. “How are you feeling? You doing okay? You need anything?”
“All good. Absolutely fine.” Humour colours my voice as I turn to straddle his lap, cupping his ridiculously handsome face in my hands. Leaning into him, I softly lay my lips on his.
Heath slides his hands around my waist and down to the swell of my ass. He squeezes gently, a rumble sounding from deep in his chest – deep and sexy. The sound never fails to get me all hot and bothered.
Breaking the kiss, I lean back and grin at him. “You know, Hannah will probably still be down for another” — I glance at the clock — “hour, at least. I can think of far more comfortable places to continue this.”
Slapping my ass, he returns my grin. “Oh really? Then lead the way and let’s, by all means, continue this in comfort.”
I back up off his lap and dash toward our bedroom. Hearing his bark of laughter and the slapping of bare feet on the floor behind me, I feel hands grab me just as I make it into the room.
* * *
HEATH
Getting a secure grip on Danica’s waist, I spin her around and toss her onto our bed. My heart sings at the sound of her merriment. This spirited, sassy woman with the biggest heart I’ve ever known brings so much joy to my life.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine this life for myself. I didn’t think I would have “the dream” – the wife, the kids, the white picket fence. Yet here I am, blessed beyond measure. And it’s all due to the incredible woman before me, lying on the bed looking flushed, her eyes glittering with excitement, so beautiful she takes my breath away. I can’t imagine life without her. And the gift she’s given me in the form of my daughter? There are no words to describe what it means to me. Love for this woman overwhelms me, and I find myself aching to touch her.
“I love you.” The words burst out of me – there’s no holding them back.
Her gaze softens. Leaning up, she places the gentlest kiss at the corner of my mouth. “I love you too.”
Those four words hit me in the solar plexus with the force of a sledgehammer. As I lean over her, I bracket Danica with a hand on either side of her torso. “I need you. And baby? Be warned, I can’t be gentle. It’ll be quick and dirty. But I promise, I’ll make it up to you later.”
With a sultry smile, she threads her fingers through the strands of my hair, tugging until I lower my face to hers. Just before our lips touch, she murmurs, “I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
And just like that, I’m done waiting. The kiss burns hot from the start – our tongues duelling, breaths quickening, hands touching reverently. Finally, we’re forced to come up for air or risk suffocating in our passion for each other.
As gently and carefully as I’m capable of in this moment, I grab the hem of Danica’s T-shirt and lift it over her head, my eyes automatically going to her belly. My gaze seeks out any tell-tale sign of the life she harbours within her body, and I catch my breath as I notice the slight swell below her belly button.
With a shaking hand, I reach out to place my hand over where our child lies, my heart clenching with awe. She lies perfectly still, allowing me all the time I need to process the sudden influx of emotion. I’ve gone from zero to gotta-have-you-this-very-second to zero and right back again in the space of mere minutes.
The thought of my baby nestled within Danica’s sexy body makes me want to bang my chest like a Neanderthal. Instead, I reach for the waistband of her of yoga pants and strip her out of them as quickly as I can.
Danica reaches for the waist of my shorts and tugs. “Off.”. She doesn’t have to ask me twice. Getting to my feet, I rapidly divest myself of my clothes. By the time I’m done, she’s made short work of her undergarments and is now lying naked on the bed.
Hooking the back of her thighs in my hands, I haul her to the end of the bed, her ass barely supported by the edge, and I sink down to my knees between them. Without warning, I bury my face in her soaking folds, laving my tongue over her clit. Danica’s back arches off the bed.
“Sweet Mother of Mercy, yes.” The natural huskiness of her voice has deepened, and it arrows straight to my cock. I was hard to start with – now it’s bordering on painful. I’m desperate to sink into her wet heat. Instead, using my thumbs, I part her swollen lips and blow a gentle breath over the wetness. I feel her shiver. I run the tip of my finger over her clit before easing in first one, then another. Her moan is low and deep.
