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When I moved my hips back, trying to force him deeper, he pulled away completely, then spanked my ass again, tsking in mock disapproval. “I’m running this show today, and I want to take my time with you.”

I dropped my head to the mattress, groaning. “You’re such a tease. You’re going to drive me crazy.”

“That’s the plan,” he purred, his fingertip dipping into my entrance again, a little deeper this time. “If you stay very still, though, I promise to reward you.”

Knowing how hard it was for him to relinquish so much control to me on a daily basis—asking for help with everyday chores, on top of his therapy—I knew how important this was for him. How could I begrudge him a little control in the bedroom?

I gripped the blanket hard, staying still as he continued his intrusion on my ass, with one finger, then two, scissoring to stretch me out. Not that it took much prep these days; I was always ready for him. He moved at an agonizingly slow pace, and I held my breath, limbs shaking with the effort to keep still.

“Good boy,” he praised, pulling his fingers out. He made me wait like that, gaping and empty, until I whimpered. “Shh, I’ve got you,” he said, and then I felt his blunt cockhead as he slid it through my slick, notched at my entrance.

I cried out as he surged forward, stretching and filling me to the brim. At last, I felt so full and complete. Arching my back, I tried to follow as he drew back, but he held me steady, hands gripping my hips. He paused with just the crown left inside, then pressed forward again, and I got lost in the feeling of having him inside me. Peter got so deep at this angle, hitting the sweet spot on every thrust. It was enough to make me see stars. I finally let myself stop worrying about anything and everything, pleasure taking over every nerve, every cell in my body.

The room filled with the slapping of wet flesh as his hips met my ass, over and over, punctuated with increasingly frantic moans. “Oh, fuck, Peter,” I gritted out, clinging to the sheets, sweat dripping. My arms were shaking with the effort of holding myself up.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded roughly, and I did as he asked without question, his tone making my whole body tingle. I reached around my belly, dragging my thumb through the slit, using precum to ease a tight glide. “I’m so close,” he warned me, panting, his grip on my hips almost hard enough to bruise. And then he spanked my ass, and the sting of his flat palm was enough to shove me straight over the edge.

Crying out, I came across the bed beneath me, making a mess and not giving a damn.

Peter’s stride stuttered, and he grunted, burying himself deep inside me, and I could feel his cock throbbing as he painted my channel with cum. Before anything could leak out, his knot swelled, sealing it inside. Gods, I was so full, and I shuddered with aftershocks as his knot pressed past my prostate, squeezing out a second dribble from my sensitive cock.

As I struggled to catch my breath, Peter knelt on the bed behind me and eased us forward so we could lie down on our sides, our bodies joined as one. I was overheated, but I wanted nothing more than to be pressed against him right now. I reached for his hand and brought his arm over me, lacing our fingers against my stomach.

“You should get a new job more often,” I said teasingly as my eyes drifted shut, my entire body relaxing as the endorphins flooded my system.

“Well, I hope to keep this one for a while, but I’m sure we can find other things to celebrate. Birthdays, anniversaries, any day ending with Y,” he said, his lips tickling the back of my neck. I laughed, and it made the baby kick.

“Can you see it?” he whispered, moving our hands to where the baby’s foot was pressing.

“See what?” I asked.

“Our future.” He kissed my shoulder, nuzzling beneath my ear. “There was a time I couldn’t see beyond tomorrow. And now, our future is so bright, I wonder how I ever could’ve been so blind.”

22

Peter

AsCasey’sduedateapproached, things began to getreal. I was about to become a father! After all the surgeries, the pain and the exhaustion that seemed to dog me at every step, I’d been so busy feeling sorry for myself that I hadn’t let myself fully grasp all the opportunities I’d been given. If I’d died, I never would’ve had the chance to feel this sense of anticipation, of becoming. I never would’ve painted a nursery or put together a crib. Never would’ve gotten out of bed in the middle of the night to get my partner pickles and peanut butter—and been glad to do it!

We’d finally taken ownership of our new house last week, and not a moment too soon, with the baby due any day. We’d enlisted the help of everyone we knew, since heavy lifting was out of the question for me, and I refused to let my very pregnant partner do a thing. As soon as Casey’s boss, Cliff, and his husband Dale had moved the couch in, I sat Casey down on it and told him he was the director. He took that literally and swooped his arms as if he were conducting an orchestra, pointing dramatically toward where he would like everything. Poor Hurley didn’t know what to make of all the chaos, trying to follow everyone at once, but when he'd nearly tripped Amy on her way in with a plastic tote full of dishes, I decided it was time for him to check out the backyard. It was now his favorite spot to sunbathe.

We were still unpacking boxes and would likely be at it for a while, especially since our lives were about to get a whole lot busier. For now, though, we had more important things to focus on. Namely, the contractions that had woken Casey up at 6:27am.

Knowing my limitations, we had planned accordingly. His baby bag was packed and ready, the car seat buckled in safely by the crew at the fire station down the block. Our freezer was full of ready-to-heat meals, and as soon as Casey felt his first contraction, we headed to the hospital. Well, more specifically, to Crave Coffee a few blocks away from the hospital. We wanted to be near the hospital just in case, since I couldn’t trust my own ability to rush if it came down to it.

Casey was currently pouting in his seat, staring at my mug with longing. “I wish I could have coffee.”

“Not much longer now. Do you want some decaf?” He’d ordered herbal tea, but he’d barely touched it.

“Nah…” He sighed as he picked up his mug and took a small sip.

“Are you sure you’re not hungry?” I pushed my plate toward him. I got a bacon-and-egg breakfast sandwich on a flaky croissant, the cheese melting down the side. Honestly, I felt guilty eating if he wasn’t going to, but he’d insisted I get something to eat since we had no idea how long labor would take.

He shook his head. “Not really. My body’s a little busy right now.” He eyed up the sandwich with yearning, before reaching across and pinching off a piece of bacon. “Well, maybe just a bite…” He could have all the bacon if it took away even a fraction of the pain he would experience today.

I could see he was getting increasingly uncomfortable sitting, rocking his hips back and forth. I offered my hand with each contraction, but he just shook his head and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth silently. They were still at least ten minutes apart, irregularly spaced.

“How about we go for a walk?” I suggested. “There’s a park just down the street. Might be nice to get some sunshine, move around to help the baby move down?” It was what all the baby books said to do.

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