Page 19 of Cream
7
JAMIE
I was in trouble.
I’d just had unprotected heat sex with my boss. We fucked like animals. And my slutty womb opened for him during the first wave. I hadn’t even known that could happen. Didn’t many couples struggle to breed even in the middle of a heat? There were specialized sex toys to open omegas up when they had shy wombs. During my heat with Liam, it took us days to get there, and we managed it only once.
Morton Hartley knocked me up in a matter of minutes.
After the knot went down, he pulled out of me, and I shuddered with a powerful aftershock as my womb clamped shut, closing his cum in my core. I should be freaking out, but the feeling was incredible. Traces of all my orgasms stayed there, wrapped around that spot, and the primitive parts of my brain insisted I was the happiest ever.
“I’ll be right back.” He brushed a kiss onto my shoulder before he stood.
I waited for him to say something else, but he remained silent. He brought me a glass of water and cleaned me up with a wet towel. Then he got into bed with me and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my forehead.
He was so tender and caring; it was doing my head in. The warm embrace, together with the sated feeling in my middle, could lull me to sleep within seconds.
No, no sleeping. We needed to talk.
Except I didn’t want to hear it.
“Are you on contraceptives?”
“We need to get you the emergency pills.”
“How come you didn’t know you were about to go into heat?”
And the worst:“Did you plan this? Did you trap me into it?”
I was waiting for him to start the conversation, dreading it, but Mr. Hartley was suspiciously quiet.
Another kiss just below my hairline. “Get some rest, Jamie.”
Um. What?
Wasn’t he going to ask those questions? They were glaringly obvious.
He stroked my back and nuzzled along my forehead. Then he ran his hand along my side and palmed my belly where his cum remained closed in my womb. He stroked tenderly, and my treacherous, horny body soaked it up.
I tilted my face to look at him. He seemed tense and tired. Still, no questions.
“Mr. Hartley, I…”
He kissed me. “Shh. It’s okay, Jamie. I’ll take care of you. I’ve got you.”
“You’re not angry at me?”
He frowned. “Why?”
“I don’t have an IUD, and I’m not taking any pills.” Better to drop the bomb early.
His mouth tightened, but he didn’t say anything.
I dreaded his reaction when it would sink in, so I started rambling. “I have this hormonal imbalance thing that causes spontaneous lactation, but it also makes my heats irregular andmy womb receptive. Your cum in me is a sure shot. I’m getting impregnated as we speak. But I didn’t know it would be so fast, I swear. I just found out about it all. The doctor only told me on Friday. And he said that there were no signs of an upcoming heat. I had no idea that it could come so fast, let alone that I could be bred during the first wave already. I’m really sorry. I didn’t know this could happen, I swear…” I bit my tongue, trying to gauge his expression. He didn’t look angry or annoyed. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he seemed pleased.Huh. That couldn’t be right.
“No contraceptives?” he asked quietly.
I shook my head.
