Page 80 of Surviving the Break
“The only butt I want to hear about is the one my cock is about to be in.” His tone brooked no argument, and I moaned, conflicted but also turned on. I just wanted everything to be perfect. “Kick out of your jeans,” he commanded once he had them at my ankles. As if sensing my intentions were to continue to make things hard for him, he said, “We’re not fighting for power today. It’s all mine, and I’m telling you, I’m going to fuck you.” His raised brow warned me to not challenge him.
I did as I was told. “She could go into labor any minute, Ash.”
“Or she could not.” He wouldn’t be deterred. “You’ve been running around getting things that don’t even need to be ready, ready.” He pulled my shirt over my head, my hair falling into my face. “I haven’t had you in over a week.” He brushed my hair back gently, then gripped it tightly, garnering a hiss from me. “I’m hard and cranky.” He guided me to the couch. “And you need to relax.” He shoved me down and stood over me, caressing his cock. “You need a good fucking.”
My shoulders slumped. Finally taking him in, I swallowed, and my eyes followed the drop of clear fluid as it left his opening and hit the floor. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Ass in the air, Max.Now.”
WITH MY HANDSbraced on the back of the sofa, and Ash standing behind me, pumping into me, I had no choice but to be in the moment. I peered over my shoulder, my dick stretching impossibly longer at the sight of the sweat running down his body, his mouth wide open, his breaths whooshing out as his hands restrained my waist, and his eyes soaking up the vision of his cock entering and exiting my hole. He brought his cock out to the very tip and jammed back in on each stroke. My arms trembled from the strength it took to keep from slamming forward. “I’ll...never get tired of fucking this ass,” he said reverently.
I moaned when he rubbed a finger around my rim and then sucked the finger into his mouth, repeating the process. “Fuck!” I yelled when he smacked my ass. I fucked back into him in anger. Anger for making me feel so fucking good. For making me forget everything else but him. Us. “God, your fucking cock is big,” I groaned. He chose that moment to jab against my gland. “I feel you...everywhere.” I faced forward again, closing my eyes as the wet sounds that came from where his cock was lodged in me caused my face to burn. His sweat rained down on my lower back and ran through my crease.
“Shit, baby.” He gritted out. “I’m coming.”
“Yes...please,” I begged, clenching around him.
His hips picked up speed and then stuttered out of rhythm as he grunted through his orgasm. My own orgasm was building momentum. I looked down at my slick, hard cock and the precum stains dotting the sofa cushions. My world tilted on its axis when Ash pulled out and flipped me over. I landed on my ass, my feet hitting the ground. Ash turned and positioned himself over my erection before slamming down in reverse cowgirl. “Shit,” I shouted. My hands flew to his sides. I raised and lowered him onto my dick.
He cried out from the overstimulation. “Fill me up, Max. Shit…” He dropped his head back.
His cum trickled out of me, soaking into the velvet fabric of the couch. Four, five, six pumps and I was coming, his name rolling off my tongue.
He rose off my softening cock, using my thighs as leverage. My spunk dripped from his hole, landing on my dick and pubic hairs. I scooped up what I could and licked it from my fingers. When I fell to the side, catching my breath, he stretched out next to me, planting kisses all over my face.
“You needed that,” he said.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he brought his chest down to mine. Our rapid heartbeats were in sync. “I’m scared,” I confessed. Wanting something so bad, something that was once stolen from me, it was hard not to fall back into old patterns of thinking, reliving past traumas I believed were already tended to. We didn’t know which of us would biologically be the father. We didn’t care. Ash wouldn’t do to me what Hayden did, but the closer we came to the finish line, the more I picked at old, scabbed-over wounds. I constantly thought of worst-case scenarios. What if something went wrong during labor? What if—
“I can hear your negative thoughts, baby.” He pulled back to gaze at me. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.” I traced his jawline, his gray scruff itching the pad of my finger.
“You’re going to be a father. Thebestfather. Nothing or no one will come between that.” He shook his head. “I won’t let it.”
“We’regoing to be fathers.” I smiled up at him, and he nodded, squeezing me tighter, nuzzling into my neck.
“I’ve never been so happy, Max,” he choked out. His smile tickled my skin. His cell phone text alert went off and then mine. Then his phone began to ring and then mine. His hospital pager went off next. We stared at each other for a beat with held breaths, then jumped into action, falling off the couch and stumbling for our devices.
“It’s time,” I breathed, reading my text message. Ash was already on the phone with our surrogate, motioning for me to hand him my phone so he could call the hospital.
“All right, we’ll meet you there. I’ll let the hospital know you’re on your way.” He hung up and whispered, “It’s time.” We smiled. My cheeks hurt from the enormity of it.
THE PENTHOUSE WAS ONLYa few blocks from the hospital. While Ash drove, I called everyone with the news. My parents and Ryan were in town and staying at the house. Pete had also flown in from New York for the big day.
Parking in front and getting out, I watched with amusement as Ash turned into Coach Ash. “You stay out front and wait for Maggie to arrive while I go in and make sure everyone is in position.”
“Ash,” I called, and he turned. “The entrance is that way,” I pointed to the hospital doors.
“Right.” He went to storm off in that direction.
I caught him by the arm. “I thought you were supposed to be keeping me calm?” I laughed. He blew out a breath. Ash couldn’t be Maggie’s doctor. With him being the father, he couldn’t be objective. He’d done pretty okay during the course of the pregnancy. If you call vetting the doctors and going over their reports with a fine-toothed comb “okay.” But standing back and allowing someone else to be in charge of ensuring his child was delivered into this world safely would be another matter. “Are you going to get yourself kicked out of that room?” I added a bit of my roots to my next question, putting some extra drawl on the last word. “You wouldn’t want me to have to go through this all by my lonesome now, would ya,darling?”
He fought and lost the battle not to smile. “I love it when you call me darling.” He wrapped his arms around me.
“I know.”
He brushed his nose across mine; then we turned at the sound of an approaching vehicle. Maggie and her husband had arrived, and right behind them came Paula, my parents, and everyone else we loved.
