Page 28 of Waiting for Her

“I, holy shit!”

“Come for me,” he growls as I desperately wish I could take his lips with mine, but I know that’s not possible, so I just lock eyes, gasping at the pure possessiveness glaring back at me. “Come all over my cock, baby.”

I throw my head back, gasping for air as my hips find a rhythm all their own, grinding wildly on his gorgeous cock as the climax begins to boil up and overflow. The orgasm hits me like a fucking freight train, slamming into me and making me squeal in pleasure. My climax floods through me and all I can see is the blazing blue fire in Max’s eyes before mine shut with the thundering force of my orgasm. My pussy clamps down so tight on Max’s cock, his groans filling the room until his body locks and all I can do is watch as Max follows me over, his eyes widening as he comes inside me.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, both of us breathing heavily. “You are incredible.” His breath is heavy as I slowly get off him, lying down next to him, my fingers playing with the lines of his abs.

“I’ve been thinking of doing that for a long time,” I admit, a blush rising on my cheeks.

Max peers down at me, smiling before leaning down and kissing me softly.

“You can do that whenever you want. I don’t even need to be awake and I would gladly consent to you doing that to me.”

I laugh softly, kissing his chest before making my way into the bathroom and washing up.

As I lie back down, facing away from him since it’s the most comfortable position for me, I feel him scoot up behind me, his hand resting on my stomach as his lips trace patterns on my shoulder blade.

“I love you,” he whispers and I smile, wanting to say something sarcastic, but just as I open my mouth, a sharp pain radiates up my side and causes my breath to leave my lungs.

“Addison, you okay?” Max asks, a worried expression haunting his face as I try to catch my breath.

“I think so? That was kind of intense,” I admit, taking a deep breath as I lie still, hoping that was a one-off and I just pinched a nerve when I moved.

But before I can feel any type of relief, the pain returns, and this time it’s ten times worse as I struggle to keep myself from crying out.

“I think something’s wrong,” I whisper, fear lacing every syllable that leaves my lips.

Max jumps up, running around to my side of the bed and crouching next to me.

“Hey,” he whispers, my eyes flicking to him as a reassuring smile crosses his face. “Everything will be okay.”

As much as I want to believe the words he’s saying, that fear that’s inside of me is mirrored in those bright-blue eyes, and for the first time, I’m terrified. The tears build with every labored breath I take and the second Max lifts the covers off my body and an intake of breath hits my ears, I begin to panic. His muttered curses cause every limb in my body to go numb, and when I peer down to where his eyes are trained, all I see is a large red spot spreading on the sheets beneath me.

“No… no, no, no…” I whisper through my tears, my worst fears playing through my head.

Max snaps into focus as his palm rests on my cheek and demands my eyes meet his. When they lock and that flicker of fear I saw earlier transforms into a full-blown panic, I know I need to keep it together.

“I need to get you to the hospital,” he whispers, kissing my forehead before leaving me to get dressed.

It might have only taken him a few seconds but to me it felt like an eternity as the pain comes and goes with varying degrees of intensity and I close my eyes, wanting nothing more than to go back to that moment in the nursery when everything seemed perfect. When my life felt like the fairy tale I always wanted, and not the nightmare that’s surrounding me.

“It’s going to be okay,” Max whispers as his arms lift me into his chest and he makes his way downstairs and out the front door.

I don’t say a word, the shock washing over my entire body as he gently places me in the passenger seat before speeding out of the driveway.

“It’s going to be okay,” he repeats, his eyes focused on the road as he breaks almost every driving law I know, and for a split second, I don’t know if those words were meant for me or himself.

* * *

It doesn’t take long for nurses to surround me as we enter the front doors of the emergency room. The second their eyes trained on the blood between my legs, everything went at warp speed. It seemed like they did every test on the face of the earth and after an hour, the doctor finally came into the room.

“We need to get you in for an emergency C-section,” the doctor says while looking down at my chart.

From the way the nurses peer at me from behind him, the pale expression on their faces, I know this isn’t good.

“What’s happening?” Max asks, his words hard as his fingers grip mine as I lie in the hospital bed, trying my best not to panic.

“It seems that your placenta is separating from the uterine wall. This is something that happens in around a third of pregnancies.”

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