Page 77 of Bound

Screaming in pleasure, Porter drove himself as far inside me as he could go. His cock stilled, pulsing like a heart beat as warm cum filled my pussy.

Sitting up straight, I ran my hands through my hair and smiled. “Wow.”

“Wow is right,” he said, helping me off of him. “I could wake up like that everyday.” Smirking, he sat up in bed. “Couldn't sleep, huh?”

“It's too damn hot,” I said, moving to stand in front of the fan. He peered at me, his eyes still holding a little twinkle. “What?” I asked.

“Nothing, you're just gorgeous. I love the way that bump looks on you.”

“Stop it, I'm a house.” Laughing, I turned so the fan was hitting my back.

“I'm serious.” Standing, he walked to my side, his dick still slightly stiff. “That's our baby in there, you're carrying my child, there's nothing more beautiful than that.”

Bashfully, I drop my eyes and smile. “Well, tha—” I started to say, but was quickly cut off by a sharp pain in my stomach. “Ah. . .” Gripping my stomach, I hunched over.

“What? What is it? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a cramp. It's gone now, probably one of those braxton hicks contractions.” Grabbing a few tissues, I wiped myself clean, and dropped them into the trash.

“Uh, Emery. . .” His words trailed off as his eyes set on the floor.

“What?” I asked as I followed his gaze. There was a small puddle pooling at my feet. Taking a surprised step back, my eyes shot back up to his. “What is that?” I asked.

Porter shrugged, quickly coming to my side. “Do you think your water broke?”

“No, it can't be. I still have two weeks left before I'm due.” But as I looked down, the liquid was still trickling down my legs, making the puddle larger.

A second cramp caused my entire stomach to tense up, crippling me as I stood. Bending over, I grabbed the edge of the nightstand. It was intense, as if something on the inside was trying to bore its way through my belly.

“Okay, it's time, let's go.” He ran to his dresser and grabbed some clothes, quickly tugging them on. “Here,” he said, throwing me my nightgown. “I'm taking you to the hospital.”

The cramp faded, so I stood back up. “Porter, I'm sure it's nothing. The doctor said last time I was there that my cervix hasn't even thinned yet.”

“You're what?” he asked as he took our hospital bag from the closet and dropped it on the floor. Pulling a sweatshirt over his head, his eyes firmly plant on mine. “I don't know what that is, but the pool you're standing in is telling a different story. Come on, we're going.”

“Fine, but I'm telling you, this is a false alarm.” Holding up defeated hands, I slipped my pajamas over my head and slid my feet into the sandals by the door.

Porter helped me into his small car, forcing the bag past my face and into the back seat. He climbed into the front seat, and looked over with a glare in his eyes.

“What?” I asked, arching a brow.

“Seat belt?” he said, bouncing his eyes over my shoulder and then back to me.

Reaching back, I grabbed the strap and pulled it over my giant belly. “You know you're going to have to get a new car, right? This one isn't going to cut it.”

“What? Why?”

“Porter, it's a two door sport car. How are we going to pack everything and a baby in here. I mean the bag itself takes up most of the back seat.”

“We'll just have to get a mini van then.” He glanced over at me and winked as he started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

“Nope, not a mini—” A sweeping lightening bolt shot through my core, causing me to lurch forward and grab the dashboard with two hands.

Porter throws a hand out and cups my belly, massaging it as his eyes stay on the road and he drives us to the hospital.

This man was a miracle. He wasn't panicking. He wasn't all over the place, with his foot to the floor, swerving around cars. He was controlled, determined, but he wasn't going to do something that would risk the safety of his family.

Or so I thought. . .

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