A Night to remember : Book 3

Chapter 40

***Max***
3 weeks later..

"Are you sure?" I leaned forward and placed my chin on her shoulder.

Her eyes, sparkling brown honey, rose to meet mine in the bathroom mirror. She smiled and giggled as my fingers grazed her sides.

"Yes, I am sure. I am fine, Max, " she turned slowly to face me.

I searched her features for signs that she was telling me the truth. I was skeptical because not but a few days ago this beautiful face, contorted with pain.

"Their Braxton Hicks," she smiled at me taking deep breaths.

I was losing my shit ready to take her to the hospital. She is a week away from having the baby and has been miserable and whiney.

She stares up at me, rosey and glowing; a complete contrast to what she was days ago after visiting Dr. Vassant.

She was anxious and so ready only to be calmed the fact that she was close.

"When he is ready to come you will know. You're barely dilated and your cervix is not soft yet." She smiled pulling away from her and removing her gloves.

Concerned with what's next, I looked at the Dr.but before I could say anything, Kira beats me to it.

"What can I do to bring him along, " she looked exhausted and anxious.

"Well there are a couple of things you can do but I can suggest one you might enjoy best." She sat in her chair and faced us.

"We'll do anything!" We blurted out simultaneously. Me for reasons of sanity. Her for reasons of comfort. We needed both.

"Sex..." She says.

I swallowed my heart that rose slowly up my throat.
"What?" I was weary with that choice as of late since she was in so much discomfort as it is.

"It's sure to get things moving. Your sperm will help to soften her cervix and nipple stimulation will release oxytocin it triggers labor.

Sex got her this way and sex will get her out of it. Amazing.

We left her office and drove home in complete silence. Don't get me wrong, I would never shirk my conjugal duties where she was concerned but I drew the line there for fear of hurting her or the baby.

She wasn't too happy. She made sure I knew it. So she tried everything to lure me in to her sinful trap. From her sexy little yoga moves to her enticing little outfits she wore around the house.

It wasn't until I came home one evening from work and she was so fucking done she burst into angry tears. I was out of my mind trying to console her. But she didn't want my shoulder to cry on or my simple hugs...she wanted me.

Shiiittt!!! did she want me. The moment she twirled her fingers around my tie and yanked me close, I knew I was a goner.

" Baby this isn't a clip-on tie, " I wheezed with a chuckle as it tightened around my throat.

"Shut up and kiss me, " she demanded breathlessly then swooped up and pressed her lips to mine.

Fuck. Me!

It was loud and clear what she wanted and slowly but surely I was ready for the ride.

In no time we were discarding every inch of clothing.
I pulled her close and dominated the kiss; ready to give her what she needed. I was so hot for her, all the little images of her bending and swaying that sweet ass, was getting me hotter.