Page 19 of Christmas Games
What?
‘Oh,’ replied the midwife. She took her glasses off to give him the full force of her glare. ‘And why is that?’
‘Um, we do. I mean, er, you do have…’ Rory broke off and pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck. Why were hospitals always so bloody hot? ‘I’ve, er, ensured that you are, ahem, satisfied,’ he concluded, extremely aware of howdissatisfied both his wife and the midwife currently appeared to be.
Zoe swivelled in her chair to face him. ‘Yes, but none of those instances involve you or your penis going anywhere near my body. And anyway, what aboutyourneeds?’
‘My needs?’What do they have to do with anything?
‘Yes, Rory. I want to giveyoupleasure. I want your cock in—’
He coughed loudly. Jesus Christ, did she not realise Mrs Doubtfire was taking notes?
‘We’re not going to have sex until after the birth. I don’t want to hurt you or the baby,’ he replied testily.
‘What?’ Zoe screeched. ‘Is that what all the sex toys are about?’
The midwife chuckled. ‘Mr MacGinley, this is a common concern, but entirely unfounded. I’m positive your penis is no different from any other man’s. Besides, the female vagina canaccommodate pretty much anything, and the cervix and mucous plug protect the baby.’
Zoe had a dangerous glint in her eye. ‘See, your penis is as average as the next man’s.’
‘But what about Zoe’s bleed three weeks ago? The risk?’
‘Mr MacGinley. Your wife stopped passing blood over a week ago, and even if it continued, normal intercourse is perfectly safe. Your penis—’
‘Will youpleasestop talking about my penis?’ Sweat was trickling down his back. Fucking hell, women could be terrifying. Thank god his mother was on the other side of the Atlantic.
‘Maybe…’ Zoe replied, crossing her arms. The movement pushed her breasts together. They’d been getting bigger over the last few weeks.
Rory tore his gaze away and focused on the little old lady, who had a naughtier glint in her eye than his wife’s.
‘Look, are you sure I’m not going to cause any harm?’
‘There are no guarantees, Mr MacGinley, but it’s extremely unlikely. If you are truly concerned about your penis, I can make you an appointment with the urologist, Doctor Payne?’
Zoe snorted with laughter.
Rory stood, the chair pushing back with a screech. ‘That will not be necessary.’
‘Marvellous. I’ll see you in a few weeks.’ She handed Zoe her maternity notes with a wink. ‘Have fun, Mrs MacGinley.’
Zoe skippedout of Raigmore hospital, singing ‘Let’s Talk About Sex’ by Salt-N-Pepa. By the time they’d reached the car park, she was body-popping to ‘I Want Your Sex’ by George Michael. Back in the truck, she started crooning ‘Let’s Get It On’ by Marvin Gaye.
Rory rested his head back and sighed. ‘Did you enjoy that?’
‘Might have done,’ she replied, stretching her arms over her head and pushing out her chest. Rory swallowed and tried not to stare at her breasts.
She put her hand on his trousers. His cock was already hard.
‘How is your penis?’ she asked innocently. ‘It feels a bit stiff. Does it need a massage?’
Closing his eyes, he groaned. ‘Fuck’s sake, Zoe.’
‘Rory, please can we go home and put your definitely not average cock in my perfectly safe and normal vagina? Pretty, pretty please?’
He sighed. ‘If you’re sure?’
Her response was to unlace her boots.
