Page 94 of Talk About… Secrets
His nose trailed over my slick, bumping against my clit before his tongue began lapping up every ounce of desire that had pooled there. Beckett knew exactly what I liked at this point in our relationship.
Two fingers gently slid inside of me, curling against me as he sucked on my clit, then soothed it with his tongue. He alternated at a pace that was blowing my mind.
My hips were always aching these days, widening and getting ready for the baby, but that just meant the guys were constantly holding onto them. In fact, they loved every bit of softness this pregnancy had added to my breasts, to my hips, and everywhere else.
There was never a second I had to guess if I was gaining too much weight too fast for them. They loved every bit of me, even more now than before.
"Beckett, please," I groaned, needing to come more than anything. He let out a soft chuckle before nibbling his teeth over my clit and curling his fingers. That was it for me, stars bursting behind my eyes as the pleasure crashed over me, stealing my breath and tensing every muscle in my body.
"Your turn to get on your back," I said breathlessly, trying to compose myself. As he did what I asked, I climbed on top. This time, instead of just straddling his hips, I sank down on his thick cock. His knot was already forming. It took a few bounces before it slid into me, my alpha so worked up that it was a little difficult.
I sighed in happy relief as his knot expanded, pushing against my walls. I rocked my hips over him, brushing myalready sensitive clit against him with each swivel of my hips, chasing my orgasm.
Beck never broke eye contact as he kneaded my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers and weighing them in his hands.
I swear, this man was obsessed now.
It didn’t take long before I was clenching around him, my alpha letting out a low growl that said he’d joined me as well, pumping me full of his seed.
His knot locked it all inside, refusing to let me go, and I felt my entire body relax as he settled us onto our side, his hands gently massaging my stomach as his eyes locked onto mine.
"Any day now, sweetheart."
"Hopefully, today," I joked, but I’d been saying that for three weeks now. The end of pregnancy was a lot harder than I expected. Just like I warned them, I waddled everywhere.
There was no chance I was bending down to grab things or tying my shoes, but that was okay. I didn’t have to. They were there every time.
I’d regained my energy by the time Beck’s knot released me. He helped me to my feet, and I groaned as I felt the trickle of our combined releases trailing down my legs.
"I need a shower," I said. As I started to move that way, the trickle turned into a river. My eyes widened as a puddle formed underneath me.
"Um, Alpha?" I said, my voice shaking as I looked down. He turned around, taking only a second or two before realizing why I sounded strange.
When his eyes dropped, they widened before he turned around and barked at the others.
"Grace’s water broke! Everybody, get your asses in gear!"
Beckett began cleaning me up the best he could before sliding a sundress over my head. He helped me waddle down the stairs, reassuring me that any mess I made would be easily cleaned.
Spencer was waiting at the bottom with our bags in hand, and Drew was already pulling the truck around. Cade was by my side, helping me down the last few steps and out the door.
Drew already had Dr. Clark on speaker, who said she was heading to the hospital already because not only was I in labor, but Hailey was, too.
We called it.
For some reason, we just thought that it would happen at the same time, everything had synced up too perfectly up to this point.
The guys rushed me to the hospital, and it was a flurry of getting me admitted, in a room, into a gown, and hooked up to the monitors.
I’d been a little crampy this morning, but I had dismissed it as normal Braxton Hicks. I’d lived through heat cramps, this was nothing.
Now I was groaning, clinging to Beckett and Drew’s hands as I gritted my teeth through the current contraction.
The nurse came in encouraging me. "You’ve got this, Mama. You’re doing great. As soon as it eases, we’ll check to see how dilated you are."
And it went on like that, from three centimeters to five, all the way to ten.
The pain, the sweats, all of it was worth it the moment little Blake was in my arms. His cries were like music to my ears, and now that I was looking down at our little baby, I was more in love than ever before.
