Page 127 of Omega's Refuge

“Oh, yes.” Dr. Thompson adjusted his glasses. “There are many positions you can use instead. For example, Tanner could rest his upper body on the edge of the bed, and you could penetrate him from behind, Rex.”

Rex’s face got even pinker. “Is that right?”

I too was embarrassed by how blunt Dr. Thompson was being, but at least he was being very clinical about it all. He wasn’t being salacious in any way. He sounded as excited as if he was discussing the viscosity of mud. The problem was, not having sex for a week had me horny as hell all the time. It could have been a nun talking about the best brand of ruled notebook paper, and I’d have gotten hard. Just theideaof sex turned me on. My face was hot because I worried Dr. Thompson might notice the tent forming beneath my paper gown.

“Another popular position for omegas in the last trimester is where the omega lies on his side, and the alpha takes him from behind. The resulting orgasm of the omega can trigger labor sometimes.” Dr. Thompson smiled politely, seemingly oblivious to the fact that we were embarrassed by the conversation. “I’m sure youboys can come up with some inventive ways to get the job done. Nipple stimulation while you copulate will also be very effective at triggering contractions. You really should try having lots of sex to get things going.”

“We… we have done things,” I said. “Just not full on sex. But even with that… I… I haven’t had any contractions. Anyway—”

“I see,” Dr. Thompson interrupted my attempt at changing the subject. “Well, you should definitely have real sex. While it’s true any orgasm can trigger labor, penetrative sex can contribute intwoadditional ways. You see, semen contains prostaglandins. If ejaculation occurs inside the omega womb, the prostaglandins in the semen can help soften and ripen the cervix, potentially making it more ready for labor.”

I made an embarrassed gulping sound.

Dr. Thompson continued, unfazed. “In addition, inserting the penis into the omega creates cervical stimulation. Penetration provides direct mechanical stimulation to the cervix, which can also help prepare it for labor.”

“Okay, I think we get the point,” Rex said in a strangled voice. “Thank you for your very,verydetailed suggestions, doctor.”

“Of course.” Dr. Thompson smiled and stood. “Well, your blood work looks good and your pressure too, Tanner. You just keep doing whatyou’re doing, and try to have some sex when you get home. That baby will come out in no time.”

He left the room and Rex and I looked at each other. We both started laughing.

“That wasn’t awkward at all,” I said, grabbing my shirt from the edge of the examination table. “I’m no prude, but good Lord.”

Rex grinned, face red. “I was worried for a moment there that he was going to try and demonstrate some of the positions on you. I feared I’d have to break his neck.”

I grimaced. “Please don’t kill my doctor.”

He chuckled and moved over to kiss me. “I won’t. We need him.”

I slid off the table and finished dressing. I refused to wear maternity jeans, so I just left my zipper half undone and my shirt untucked. “Okay, I’m ready to go.”

We left the medical building and I inhaled the crisp air outside. Rex kept his arm around me as we made our way to his truck. Once I was safely inside, he ran around the front of the truck and climbed behind the wheel.

The radio played a country tune softly as we drove back to Livingston. I gazed out the window at the landscape that stretched endlessly outside. I’d never fully appreciated the beauty of Montana until recently. I’d always thought the desert was pretty, but now the patchwork of golden plainsand rolling hills that rippled under the soft light of the late afternoon sun mesmerized me.

Jack had mentioned a client who was interested in some paintings of this area. So as we drove, I focused on the details, hoping to remember them so I could paint them later. Here and there, weathered wooden fences lined the highway, dividing the land into sprawling ranches dotted with grazing cattle. The Crazy Mountains loomed in the distance, their rugged peaks dusted with the last remnants of snow. Occasional farmhouses with red barns peeked out from clusters of cottonwoods, their branches just starting to turn a soft yellow with the approach of fall. Every so often, we passed an old windmill, its rusty blades spinning in the breeze. Sometimes the beauty of Montana made me feel like I was living in postcard come to life.

I winced when the baby kicked, and Rex noticed. “You okay?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, just the baby doing construction on my ribs.” I laughed.

His cheek curved in a smile. “So, what did you think about Dr. Thompson’s suggestion we have sex to get labor going?”

I smirked. “Frankly, I think we should fuck whether it starts labor or not.” I laughed. “I’ve missed it.”

“So have I.” He grimaced. “You know I’ve just been concerned for you and the baby. Itwasn’t a lack of desire that made me keep my hands off you.”

“I know.” I grabbed his outstretched hand. “The other things we’ve done have been great, but I miss the real thing.”

“Me too.” He slowed the truck.

“What are you doing?” I frowned as he pulled into the parking lot of a small motel called The Pink Stetson. “Why are you stopping?”

He put the truck in park. “Because our doctor has instructed us to have sex.”

I laughed. “I thought we’d just do that when we got home.”

He shut off the truck. “Why wait? The Pink Stetson calls.”

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