Page 84 of Power Play
"Is this all for me, baby girl?" I growl quietly into her ear. She bites her lip and nods.
I'm going to torture my sweet girl, so that by the time we're home, she'll be ravenous. She's been pretty insatiable with her pregnancy hormones, and her changing body is sexy as hell, but as she's getting bigger, she feels more and more uncomfortable and less sexy.
Tonight? Tonight, I'm going to reward my woman, my wife.
I slide one finger barely inside of her entrance. Just enough she can feel me, but not enough to get any satisfaction from it. I trace her entrance slowly, leisurely, as if we have all the time in the world. Lacey's breathing deepens, her back pressing against my chest. I rub her clit with the heel of my palm, gently. She squirms, wanting more, but unable to ask for it without making a scene.
Eventually, I slide a second finger in and am rewarded with a quiet moan. I pump my fingers in and out of her, but without her clit or G-spot stimulation, I know she won't come from this alone. Doesn't mean it doesn't make her hotter and wetter. Every few thrusts, I graze either her G-spot or clit. It's just enough to drive her crazy without driving her over the top. She's a panting, squirming mess by the time we get back to the house.
I get my clothes from the trunk, thank Alan and give him a hefty tip, after wiping my hand off on my slacks.
Lacey hikes up her skirt and stomps to the front door, glaring at me. I can't help but laugh.
Scott and Ben open the door for her, eager to see their woman.
"Why are you naked?" Ben asks.
And all I can do is laugh.
And then I share my wife with her boyfriends.
Chapter forty-seven
Lacey
Ibolt upright in bed, shedding who knows how many heavy arms. I have no idea what caused this huge surge of energy, but I went from dead asleep to awake and wired.
Suddenly, an elastic band in my belly pops.
Oh, shit.
I waddle/squirm/leap off the bed and barely make it to the bathroom before what feels like a gallon of water slips from me and splashes on the bathroom floor. I sit on the toilet as my hard stomach contracts and more water escapes.
A mass of limbs and naked flesh wrestle to get through the doorframe to the bathroom. In half a heartbeat I want to laugh at the sheer amount of sexy man flesh pressing against each other, but in the second half of my heartbeat a cramp so painful grips my stomach and pushes the air from my lungs.
My low moan spurs the boys into action.
"Get dressed. Garrett, hospital bag. Ben, start the car. I'll get her dressed and to the car."
Ben and Garrett hesitate, not wanting to leave me.
"Go!" Scott shouts.
That pushes the boys to move. I'm wet, my water's broke, and I'm fucking terrified.
I look up at Scott, tears already in my eyes, when he shakes his head. "None of that. You're going to get up. We're going to change you intoclean PJs and get you in the car. The drive to the hospital is short. And then the doctors will know what to do."
I exhale a shaky breath.
"Oh... okay..." I'm shaking as I stand. He strips me quickly but carefully, tossing the soiled bottoms into the bathtub.
This would have been terrifying to do alone. I would have done it, but it would have been awful. Gratitude more than I've ever felt before overwhelms me that I have such an incredible support system.
The boys have been trying to beat it into me since day one that I have love and support, and I'm starting to understand and accept it. But moments like these still overwhelm me. And maybe they always will.
Scott tugs on some of his oversized sweatpants and I can't help the small smile that escapes. Even now he needs to mark me, own me somehow. At this point, I don't care. He owns me fully.
I grip onto his arm tightly as he walks me to the garage. Another contraction doubles me over and I can't move. I can barely breathe. I've had Braxton Hicks contractions for a month, but these are unlike anything I've ever felt. They're like Braxton Hicks with a knife stabbing into my stomach.
